"The water is so beautiful…"
Nepgear leaned against the railing of the cruise ship, her lilac eyes fixed on the vast expanse of the ocean before her. A soft breeze swept through her long purple hair, bringing with it the scent of salt and sea life. She wore a simple white bikini underneath a striped beach jacket.
The climate had gotten hot and humid, much like Leanbox's weather, so Nepgear felt inclined to slip into the swimsuit she had packed before her departure. Most of her other friends on the boat had the same idea as her and donned swimsuits to compensate for the heat.
For the moment, she was simply taking pictures of the ocean using the new smartphone that Maho had bought for her last month. The quality of the pictures had been so much higher than her trusty N-Gear that it still amazed her, and she didn't hesitate to take a lot of pictures with it.
Maho couldn't make it on the trip with her, so she wanted Nepgear to take pictures while she was there. Every picture she sent to the girl was usually met with hearts and excited reactions, no matter how mundane the scenery seemingly looked.
It made sense, she thought. Maho was kept in captivity in the PC Continent for so long that she'd naturally be excited by new locations, even if she couldn't physically be there.
"Is the water really that interesting?"
One of whom walked right up to her, spurring Nepgear out of her thoughts. It was none other than IF, who wore a front-tied blue bra, denim shorts and a white jacket. She sported Nepgear an easy and relaxed smile, a sight that was so rare it almost felt wrong on her friend's face.
N-Not that her smiling was a bad thing! It just felt so… different.
"I'm just taking pictures for Maho. I-Is that a bad thing?" Nepgear asked, blushing a little at being called out for such an innocent activity.
IF laughed. "Relax, it's not a bad thing. It is pretty calming…" IF leaned out onto the railing with her friend, gazing out into the gentle waves. "I wish I could have brought Compa with me. It doesn't feel right that I get to be out here while she drowns in hospital work…"
Nepgear gave the brunette a sympathetic look. "I know how you feel. I wish Neptune could have come along, but someone needs to run Planeptune while I'm gone. It's a shame she'll miss this…"
"Nah, I don't feel bad for her in the slightest," IF said easily. "It's her fault she pushed all that work away until the last minute. Histoire was right to have me lock her to her desk before I left."
"G-Goodness…"
IF laughed again.
"Still…" Nepgear continued. "You should still try to enjoy yourself, IF. You've worked really hard yourself, and Compa wouldn't like it if you spent a vacation being in a bad mood."
"Yeah, that's true…" IF sighed. "I'll have to bring her a souvenir back, at least. I've never been to this island before… Whatever its name was."
"Sukebe Island… At least, that's what Lyrica told me." Nepgear said. "She hasn't been to this island either, much less heard of it until recently. It's supposed to be a luxurious resort place, from all the pictures she showed me."
"Huh… For some reason, that name makes me a little anxious…" IF muttered, then shrugged. "Eh, it's probably nothing. I'm gonna go chill out, you keep sending pictures of water to your girlfriend."
"S-She's not my girlfriend!" Nepgear exclaimed with a blush, as her old friend walked off back into the interior of the ship with a cackle. Planeptune's Candidate ultimately groaned and turned her attention back to the water, taking a few more pictures of the occasional dolphin for Maho.
Eventually, Nepgear saw the island in question finally enter her field of view.
'I should talk to Lyrica. She's been pretty anxious about this…' Nepgear thought as she pushed herself off the railing. She took one last picture of the island itself to send to Maho, before putting her phone away and heading off.
The ship they were on was quite small, so there weren't a lot of places for Nepgear to go to. In fact, in no less than a minute, she came across Vert and Noire.
"Oh, Nepgear? Did you decide to sunbathe with me?" The blonde Goddess laid back against a lounge chair, sporting the Candidate a warm and genuine smile. She wore a jet black swimsuit with golden o-rings on the ends, matching sandals and green-tinted sunglasses. "There's an empty chair right here. I wouldn't mind the company."
"... Hey, I'm right here." Noire grumbled from next to her. She wore a black and white front tied bra and low cut shorts that didn't hide the thong she wore underneath, her crimson eyes partly masked by the shades laying on her face.
"N-No thank you," Nepgear politely declined. "I'm actually looking for Lyrica. Do you know where she went?"
"Hm, that's a shame…" Vert let out a disappointed sigh. "Well, if you want to find her, she's getting ready in her cabin with MAGES. and Cave. I truly worry about her health sometimes with how anxious she becomes…"
"Well, I wouldn't be too surprised about that." Noire reasoned. "This is the first time any of us are coming out here. I just hope this will be worth the vacation."
"Now now, do you really doubt my intuition?" Vert asked innocently.
Noire glared at her in response. "When you're involved, I always doubt."
"Vert, my dearest! I've brought you your drink~!" The familiar voice of Leanbox's Oracle rang out across the ship, and Nepgear only had to shift her gaze to notice Chika Hakozaki walking towards them with a fruity drink in her hand and a wide smile. Chika wore a swimsuit that was somehow more revealing than Vert's, consisting of a dark green bikini top that looped around her collar with the straps going down her bust that grew wider to cover her nipples, along with a thin strap under her large boobs to secure them in place, with a familiar lime 'x' over her left chest. The bottom half formed at her pelvis and rode down to her groin, topped off with a piece of cloth that rode down her right leg and sandals. A pair of luminescent shades sat on her head, complete with a white flower ornament.
Nepgear also fought to keep her eyes from wandering down the Oracle's luscious body, knowing full well that the woman chose such a revealing outfit purely just to earn Vert's attention.
"Thank you, Chika." Vert, however, didn't give Chika any more than a passing glance as she accepted the drink.
"Happy to help, my dearest~!" That didn't dissuade the Oracle in the slightest as she eagerly bounced by her side, all while Nepgear awkwardly watched the display.
She wondered if it was a good idea for them to be out here, considering Vert had left Leanbox in S-Sha's care for the time that they were away. At least Lastation had Uni, and while it was only for a few days, Nepgear couldn't help but worry…
No, she shouldn't dwell on that. She needed to find Lyrica!
With that, Nepgear left and made her way into the actual interior of the ship. From there, it didn't take her very long to find Lyrica's room. She made her way in, and was greeted by an interesting sight.
MAGES. wore a bikini with black square pattern trims, one under a plaid pattern folding at her bosom, the other over a short skirt. The skirt was covered by another that was pure white, like the low section of her top, with buttons on one side and their slips in the other end of the plaid skirt, and a white flower ornament sitting on her head.
Cave wore a full bikini that hung around her neck, forming a 'v' shape down to her lower stomach, save for the three straps forming a line over an 'x' at the chest. It was coated with black and white stripes at the chest, with everything else under it being pure black, topped with pure black shades.
However, neither of them could compare to 5pb. herself. The idol wore a strapless black and purple bikini set, the top thin being enough to avoid showcasing her nipples while a silver pendant designed after two beamed musical notes held it in place. The bottom was one strap purple over a black one, crossing her pelvic line towards her pussy.
Needless to say, such a swimsuit was shockingly revealing for 5pb., and that feeling was matched by how much the woman was blushing while wearing it. "Ugh, i-is this really appropriate? I-I feel so naked…"
"My cousin, are you insulting all of the work I've put into this custom outfit?" MAGES. asked her, acting offended. "It took me a full day to devise this for you, and yet you so callously toss it aside? How insulting."
"T-That's not what I meant at all!" Lyrica quickly back-tracked and waved her hands in front of her face. "I-It's really well-designed, b-but it's just so… i-it shows so much…" She covered her body, as if to enunciate her point.
To that, her magician cousin simply shrugged. "All of your complaints should be directed towards the soldier over there. After all, she was the one who commissioned this outfit for you."
Cave visibly paled as she slowly turned to look at the mage, and the woman had a sly look that suggested she just revealed some info she shouldn't have.
"C-Cave…?" The idol asked her with a blushed face, and the stoic soldier looked uncharacteristically flustered as she failed to meet Lyrica's gaze.
"I-I… erm…" The soldier was at a complete loss for words.
It seemed like it was up to Nepgear to save this awkward situation.
"U-Um, excuse me…" Nepgear shuffled her way inside of the room, finally earning the attention of all the occupants inside. "5pb.! U-Um, you look… incredible."
Cave seemed silently relieved at having the pressure placed off of her, as the idol blushed at the praise. "I-It's so revealing, I'm really not used to this…"
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine." Nepgear gently assured her friend as she took her hand. "I know it's your job, but you should also have fun and relax. It's not every day we get to go to a beach resort, right?"
"N-Nepgear… Thank you…" The idol took a deep breath, her anxiety seeming to calm down somewhat. "You're right, though, I don't know why but I feel anxious going to this island…"
The women finally reached the island by the evening, their boat docked close to the harbor as they carried their belongings out. Nepgear had packed light and only brought with her a single case, while she saw Chika and Cave carry things out onto the pier for Vert, some of which included computer parts.
It seemed as though even an island vacation wouldn't keep Vert away from her games.
"The owner should be meeting us here shortly…" 5pb. said as she and MAGES. stood side by side. She didn't cover herself like before, but her face was still beet red. "We already have a cabin suited for us, and I need to head to practice first thing tomorrow…"
It seemed as though she was keeping herself calm by going over her schedule.
Nepgear, for her part, was taking pictures of the beautiful beaches and sending them to Maho. IF wandered around the pier practically glued to her own phone, and the amount of times she nearly walked off the edge of the dock blissfully unaware made Nepgear anxious.
Noire was the only one that did things by herself, wandering around the pier with her hands in her pockets as if she wondered what to do. Her forced vacation seemed to be taking its toll on her already, and Nepgear hoped she'd relax a little.
All in all, things were going well.
"Ladies! Welcome to Sukebe Island!"
Nepgear raised her head up at the sound of a male voice, that of which likely belonged to the owner coming to greet them. The other women on the pier turned their attention to him, ready to get into the swing of things.
Except, there was one little snag with that plan.
"I trust that the trip went smoothly?" The man walked up to them with an easy smile on his features. He was young, likely in his early twenties, sporting short black hair and a muscular build that'd easily have women staring. Nothing about his appearance was offensive, but rather, it was what he… lacked.
Because, much to the women's utter confusion and horror, the man had walked up to them completely naked. With nothing to cover his lower half, his penis (which was easily six or seven inches in length) stood at attention and even seemed to twitch as he came close to them.
Naturally, it didn't take long for reactions to start.
"W-What the fuck is this?!" Chika shouted at him, as she, Cave, IF and Noire all pulled out their weapons and pointed them at the man with blushed faces. MAGES. covered 5pb.'s eyes as if to protect her innocence, while Vert just stared at the man's dick with an open mouth and red cheeks.
The man held up his hands, looking genuinely shocked by the reaction. "Woah! Take it easy! What's with these reactions?"
"Are you shitting me?!" IF barked at him with her Qatars pointed out towards his face. "You're the one who walked up to us with your junk hanging out! The owner's gonna have your fucking head if they see this!"
"Um, yeah, about that… I am the owner."
"Excuse me?!"
"... Wow, you really don't know, huh?" The supposed owner scratched the back of his head. "Ladies, I hate to break it to you, but this is a nudist colony. Meaning, everyone here goes out in the buff."
All of the women on the pier collectively blanched at that revelation.
"I'm surprised you didn't know." He went on, lowering his hands. "It was written on the invitation I sent out to you, 5pb. I don't think you could have missed it."
With that, everyone's attention was turned to the idol herself, who looked like she was a foot away from having a complete panic attack right there on the pier.
"I-I… I need to call my agent!"
Nighttime was starting to settle on the island resort as the women sat around in their cabin. On the way there earlier that day, all of them had been privy to seeing the various naked men and women strolling about the island as if it were the most normal thing in the world, destroying any doubts in their minds that this was some kind of elaborate trick by that man.
5pb. was currently sitting with her head in her hands, having just finished speaking with her agent over the phone. "I-I… I'm so sorry about all of this…"
"Lyrica…" MAGES. was the first to speak, as the women in the cabin were struggling on how to process their situation. "This is exactly why I keep telling you to get your rest. You didn't read the contract properly because you were exhausted, and we ended up here."
The idol groaned.
"C-Come on, it's not that… bad…" Nepgear, as always, tried to look on the positive side of the situation but sounded as insincere as possible trying to do so.
Chika and IF looked like they wanted to jump off a roof somewhere, while Cave remained apathetic and focused on trying to comfort Lyrica instead.
"... That man was all muscle…" Vert muttered to herself, seeming to be in a world of her own, as Noire stared at her incredulously.
"I hope I'm not interrupting…" Speaking of the owner, he made his way inside of their cabin after a polite knocking on the door. Once again, Nepgear struggled to keep her eyes straight. "Um, Miss 5pb.? I know this revelation was a bit sudden for you. If you wish to go home, we won't stop you."
"That isn't even really a question, is it?" Chika asked him bitingly, her face nothing short of a scowl. "Ugh, I can't even stand looking at you…"
"Chika, stop." Vert scolded her. The Oracle just huffed in response.
Naturally, everyone was looking towards 5pb. for her say on the matter. The idol seemed to think on things for a long while, before she finally settled on a decision. "O-Okay, I… I'll stay for the concert."
"What?!" Chika, IF, Noire and Nepgear all gave her wide eyes and various levels of shocked expressions.
"This is the only correct decision." MAGES. spoke up for her cousin, when the idol shrinked at their gazes. "If we back out at this stage, it'll be a costly mess and a PR disaster for her. We've already come this far, we may as well see it through."
"... I agree as well." Cave sided with her, and Chika gave the soldier a look of betrayal. "If Lyrica is willing to stay for this venture, then I shall remain alongside her."
"It could be an interesting experience for us," Vert added. "Who knows? Being a nudist may have some… unique benefits."
"... You're all out of your mind." Noire deadpanned, as Chika rubbed her head with her hand. IF just didn't bother looking at them at all.
Nepgear strained to smile, silently wondering if she had to mediate this in any way.
"Great!" The owner completely bypassed the awkward atmosphere as he grinned. "Sukebe Island is more than eager to work alongside you, 5pb. I look forward to seeing your performance."
"R-Right…" The idol muttered.
"Also," Without warning, the owner slinked up and wrapped his arms around Vert and Noire, causing them both to wince in varying degrees. "It'll certainly be my pleasure to host the Goddesses of Gamindustri. I hope Sukebe Island will be to your tastes."
"Get your hands off of Vert, you—!" Chika started to lunge at him, and had to be physically stopped by Cave.
"With that said, ladies, enjoy your stay." Completely unfazed by her outburst, the owner simply bowed and left. "And a reminder to leave your clothes behind tomorrow!" With that final statement, he left completely.
An awkward amount of silence filled the cabin afterwards. Chika looked liable to storm out and kill the owner with her bare hands more than anything.
Somehow, Nepgear had a feeling she wasn't going to be able to get any more pictures for Maho.
The next morning on Sukebe Island came by in an instant for Lyrica. As Gamindustri's top idol, her routine had been practically carved into her mind akin to stone. As a result, after years of discipline, she never failed to wake up strictly at 5 AM to tend to her duties.
Regardless of the circumstances, it was no different here. 5pb. had practice to attend as usual, and she arrived at the stadium exactly on time. As she was instructed by the island's owner, she left her skimpy swimsuit behind as she left, though she was no less embarrassed.
She'd have to apologize to MAGES. later for letting her hard work go to waste like that.
At the moment, the idol was simply in the middle of practicing her dancing with her designated instructor, who was thankfully a woman. That in of itself wouldn't have been anything remarkable, except things were a little… different.
"I-Is this really necessary?" 5pb.'s face was as red as a tomato as she worked around a metal pole that was fixated into the middle of the room. Her instructor, who was a dark-skinned woman with medium length hair, purple eyes that sported large breasts and thighs, watched her progress from the side with a supportive smile.
"Of course it is!" She told the idol happily. "You might not know this, but all the women on Sukebe Island practice pole dancing to stay in shape! It's a local custom, and the men simply love it."
"I-Is that right…?" 5pb. wondered in a bashful tone as she continued to dance around the pole, twirling her body around it easily as if it were natural to her, and that's because it was.
Lyrica wasn't a stranger to things like these. There were many times in her career as an idol where she engaged in 'adult' material for her older audience. Pole dancing, strip-teasing and posing in skimpy outfits were expected from her, and 5pb. had rigorously trained her body like it was normal.
With that experience in mind, it shouldn't have been so difficult for Lyrica to adapt, but for some reason when it was just her and the instructor, both naked on top of that, it made it feel ten times more humiliating than what she was used to.
"Hah… hah… Phew…" The idol stopped her movements for a moment to catch her breath. Her lithe, toned body was shining from sweat as her modest chest heaved. She could hear her heart pounding against her chest from the anxiety alone, and she took some calming breaths to slow it down.
When she was done, Lyrica moved away from the pole and grabbed a cold water bottle. She put it against her head to cool herself off for a brief moment before she took a drink.
Mid-sip, she noticed her instructor looking at her with an interested gaze, and she started to blush again as she screwed the cap back on. "W-What's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing. You just look simply ravishing," Her instructor stated as she looked her up and down. "I can see now why you're so popular in your nation. Your beauty is breathtaking."
5pb.'s face flared up and she quickly looked away. "I-I'm not anything special…"
"Oh, sweetheart! Don't undermine your own allure like that!" Her instructor cheered her up with a laugh. "You don't have to be so modest around me. With your beauty, you've probably slept with a lot of people."
5pb. blanched. W-Wasn't this getting a little personal?!
"Oho, that face tells me I hit the nail on the head, didn't I?" Her instructor gave Lyrica a knowing smirk. "I wonder, do you prefer men? Women? Maybe you swing both ways?"
"W-Why are you asking about that stuff?!" 5pb. hid her face in her hands, her embarrassment fully taken over at such a sensitive topic. "T-This is really personal! I-I don't feel comfortable talking about it!"
"... Really?" Her instructor looked genuinely taken back by that statement. "Hm, I guess customs are different in your nation. Over here, talking about sex is perfectly normal. It's key to a healthy mindset, I feel."
"I-Is that so…?"
"Yes!" Her instructor clapped. "I'll have you know that I'm happily married to a wonderful and loving man, and we maintain it by being open and unrestrictive! We have sex multiple times a day, and let me tell you, there's nothing he loves more than a good titfuck~"
As if to enunciate her point, her instructor pressed her large boobs together and licked her lips, causing Lyrica to gape. "If you want a happy man, you have to pay attention to his needs. He also loves it when I dance for him. Here, let me show you…"
Before the idol could even fully process what was happening, her instructor had already taken to the pole and started playing a song from the speakers. She danced and twirled around it as if she were an expert, living up to her claim that the women pole danced to stay in shape.
In a fluid motion, her hands gracefully glided down her body, caressing every curve with tender care. The rhythmic beat of the music coursed through her veins, guiding her movements like a whispered secret. With each sway of her hips, she weaved a tantalizing spell, inviting the idol into a realm where inhibitions faded away.
Confidence radiated from her every move, transforming her into an ethereal being of pure sensuality. As the music intensified, she became one with the pole, her slender legs wrapping around the pole like silk tendrils. With effortless grace, she spun, defying gravity itself, while her head arched back, allowing cascades of raven hair to cascade through the air.
In that bewitching moment, time held its breath. A hush fell over the room, broken only by the sound of her deep inhale. Her eyes closed, savoring the pulsating energy that enveloped her. A smile, radiant and enigmatic, danced upon her lips, revealing a glimpse of the bliss she had found within her art.
As the music reached its crescendo, her tutor descended from her aerial dance, her body glowing with a luscious sheen from the sweat that built up. She stopped for a moment, breathing slowly and deliberately.
Once the music ended, she opened her eyes which were full of mirth. She fanned herself with both hands as she walked away from the pole, her large breasts bouncing from side to side. "Haaah, that felt good. It's always the best when you're in front of a crowd, especially the boys. You know just what they want."
For a long moment, Lyrica just stood and stared, unable to whip up a proper response to what she had just witnessed.
As soon as she got her bearings, though, she exploded into a blush and shook her head. "W-We need to get back to practice! We're wasting too much time!"
To that, her instructor simply smirked. "Whatever you say, Miss Idol."
"Ugh, how did I get dragged into this…"
If there was ever a contender for the worst day in Chika Hakozaki's life, this would take the spot easily for her. Sure, any amount of days from her time dealing with ASIC was bad, or the incident with the striking construction workers that constantly threatened to jump, but those were practically child's play compared to the complete and utter humiliation the Oracle was experiencing right now.
Since Lyrica opted to stay in this utter hellscape instead of leaving, it meant that Chika was effectively forced to walk around the island entirely in the nude. It wasn't as though she didn't try to spend the entire trip inside of the cabin, but she regrettably gave in to Vert's request to spend at least one day out in the beaches of Sukebe Island.
As she expected, she was regretting it immensely, but at least she wasn't alone.
"Hm, everyone is staring at us," came Cave's brilliantly astute observation as they walked side by side along the sandy beaches. The two mature women were turning heads left and right, from both men and women alike, and Chika grit her teeth as she caught some of the men jerking off to them with no shame whatsoever.
This was hell, plain and simple. Chika had never even dreamed of baring herself in front of anyone not named Vert, and yet here she was walking around in the nude for all of these nudist perverts to see.
The only thing stopping her from going around and slapping all of them was purely for 5pb.'s sake. She didn't want to ruin her concert and get her stuck in PR hell because she insulted their customs, however stupid they may have been, so she just had to suck it up.
"The scenery is nice, but it's unbearably hot…" Cave commented, completely oblivious to all the attention she was receiving as she fanned herself with one hand. Sukebe Island's climate was much harsher than Leanbox, and as a result both women were already coated head to toe in sweat after only ten minutes outside.
In a technical sense, it wasn't hard to see why they were turning heads. Cave was a statuesque beauty who possessed a generous bosom that rivaled Vert's and accentuated her hourglass figure, which was complemented by her prominent derriere, which swayed enticingly with each step.
The fact that she didn't seem to notice the appreciative gazes from onlookers was even worse. As she fanned herself, her bosom gently swayed, highlighting her allure even further to the horny crowd that were whistling in her direction.
That wasn't to say Chika herself wasn't a looker, far from it. The Oracle was well-endowed in almost every aspect, complemented by the small and tight outfit she wore back home that often had people stop and stare. From her generous bosom to her luscious curves and toned legs, Chika's allure practically commanded attention.
From that perspective, their stunning figures and natural beauty was only expected to draw so much attention.
It didn't mean that Chika couldn't absolute fucking hate it.
"I think we've spent more than enough time out here!" Chika exclaimed, close to pulling her hair out. "We should go back to the cabin, right now."
"But why?" Cave asked, tilting her head. "We only just arrived, and nudity is the standard here is it not? It may not be the most ideal conditions, but it feels very… liberating."
Chika stopped and stared at her friend for a very long moment.
"... Yeah, no, we're leaving." The Oracle decided firmly, grabbing Cave's hand. "We can tell Vert we tried, but I am not putting up with this any longer."
"Hey, ladies!"
Before Chika could even take two steps forward, a male voice called out to her. She was sorely tempted to ignore them and keep going, but she ultimately sighed and turned around.
The Oracle instantly regretted that choice.
Approaching the women were a group of young men, all around similar ages to Cave and Chika, around four in total. Like all of the other inhabitants of the islands, the men were completely naked.
The first red flag for Chika was the fact that all four of them sported throbbing erections.
The second was that they encircled around the two of them, effectively blocking an exit for the women as if they had planned this in advance.
The third, and probably the most alarming for the Oracle, was the downright lust-ridden gazes she and Cave were receiving as the group of men closed in on them.
For a brief moment, the Oracle wondered if she'd have to be responsible for the murders of four people on a foreign island. Life tends to be full of surprises like that.
"Today's pretty scorching, isn't it?" The apparent leader of the group asked them with a wide smile. "You two are just caked in sweat! How would you like a special cooling off technique exclusive to Sukube Island?"
Chika was about to open her mouth to tell the guys to kindly fuck off, but Cave unfortunately beat her in that regard. "A special technique? What is it?"
"It's simple! We're just going to lick your bodies!"
"Oh, fuck off!" Chika snapped at them, her vermillion eyes piercing at the guy. "You really think we're gonna buy that bullshit?! I don't want you perverts anywhere near my body!"
"Chika…" Cave put a hand on her shoulder, stopping the enraged woman from doing something to the lustful men around them. "We have to abide by their customs. I-It may be vulgar, but this is normal to them."
Chika gave the soldier a wide-eyed stare, in utter disbelief that she would go along with something as nonsensical as this. Then, the Oracle actually looked at her surroundings, and she didn't fail to notice that quite a few passerby were staring at her after her outburst.
Her. Not the perverts surrounding them, they were looking at her like she was the weird one in this situation.
As much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't refute the proof right in front of her. This sort of thing was completely normal. Going against it meant putting 5pb. at risk.
Chika scowled, looking straight at the ground with a flushed face. "F-Fine, just… get it over with…"
"You ladies won't regret a thing," The man reassured her, though she felt far from it. "Raise your arms above your heads. It'll give us plenty of space, you know?"
Begrudgingly, Chika did as she was told, with Cave following right behind her. Their considerable chests were now on full display for the men around them, and Chika's heart raced from anxiety when she noticed some of them licking their lips.
'Must resist the urge… to kill…'
The men split up into groups of two, each surrounding one of them front and back. Chika shut her eyes, her lips curling from pure disgust as she felt their rods press up against her stomach and her backside. Her body jolted when she felt their tongues attack her neckline first, her disgust magnifying as soon as she felt their saliva on her body.
When she felt their tongues invade her armpits, she wanted to scream. She felt their tongues slowly go up and down in deliberate manners, as if they were savoring the taste of her pits. It made the Oracle completely disgusted just being subjected to such a bizarre fetish.
The men on Cave's side went for her boobs first. Their mouths made sweet love to her mounts, each one taking a breast for themselves and suckling on the soft flesh as if they were nothing short of delicious. Cave fidgeted and bit her lip as she was forced to endure the breast worship, feeling hot from the way their wet tongues rubbing and massaging all over the soft, bouncy jugs she had. A shiver ran down the soldier's spine, especially as they lashed away at her cleavage. They ran along the space where the tits met one another, even going right down to the sweaty area just where the orbs met the chest.
As if it couldn't get much worse for Cave, one of the boys put his face directly in-between her boobs and moved his head left to right in rapid motion, effectively motorboating her with a big smile on his face. W-Was this really part of the custom…?
Chika hadn't been faring much better, as her group seemed more intent on teasing her nipples. The two were greatly fascinated by the small pink nubs, using their tongues every which way after her already moist skin was dampened by their trails of saliva. She was irked at how sloppy they became with her mounds, yet couldn't push them off of her due to the island's customs. Much to her utter humiliation, her nipples actually got stiff from so much attention.
"Damn girl…" One of the boys muttered as they finally moved away from her breasts, moving down to her stomach. "What were you doing hiding all this hot beauty from us? If every woman on this island was like you I'd probably die from all the orgasms I'd have!"
"I-I don't want to hear that!" Chika yelled at them, her body shivering when she felt a tongue invade her navel. The other one was licking up and down her backside, and the Oracle struggled to stay upright when she was being assaulted from two different sides. What was worse was that she was actually getting horny from the treatment, and she hoped to god that these perverts didn't notice.
For Cave, the boys moved down to her thighs and ass. Cave sucked in a breath, her chest heaving and bouncing as her lower half was attacked. The man in front of her spread his tongue to every inch of her toned thighs, even licking the inner area while just avoiding her crotch in a manner that left the soldier feeling more wanting than she cared to admit.
Behind her, the assailant was practically infatuated with her ass. She felt his fingers sink into the plump flesh, and flinched when she felt his tongue go over each cheek slowly and individually as if he were worshiping a piece of art. His tongue went to the sweaty undersides and he even spread her ass apart to get every single area. Cave even let out a little yelp when he smacked her ass.
When it was all said and done, the boys stepped back with wide smiles as if they were proud of their handiwork. "Well, ladies? Don't you feel cooled off and refreshed?"
"Y-Yes, thank you…" Cave muttered, since Chika was liable to make death threats if she opened her mouth.
"Good to hear! See you ladies later!" With that, the group continued on their way like normal, as if they hadn't just spent the last several minutes humiliating the two women.
For a long moment, they stood in silence, feeling completely degraded and unbearably horny after that.
"... L-Let's depart for now." Cave offered. "We'll take a bath and… tend to our little issues…"
"Y-Yeah…" Chika agreed. "That's… that's for the best…"
Noire and IF were both very hard working women.
One was the esteemed Goddess of Lastation, one that prided herself in her work ethic and always went above and beyond for the benefit of her nation. The other was one of the most senior and respected agents of Planeptune's Guild, who regularly took on missions well and beyond anyone else workload by a factor of ten.
Naturally, that tended to make someone rather stressed. A vacation was necessary to relieve that stress, even if it was forced to some extent by their loved ones. As such, a trip to the beach should have been a great time.
Everyone being perverted nudists kind of threw a wrench in that idea. Neither Noire nor IF wanted to blame Lyrica for making a mistake like this, but it was hard not to remember that it was essentially her fault that they were stuck in this situation to begin with.
Still, they were women of reason and respect, which was why they tried to make the best of a poor situation and ease their stress and (hopefully) their embarrassment as well.
"This is the place, right?" IF asked as they stood outside of what could only be described as a massage parlor. Noire had booked an appointment for the place just last night, and the trip to it had been mainly spent avoiding as much attention as possible and getting humiliated when they were spotted.
Though IF wouldn't say it, Noire knew for a fact that she was slightly annoyed that the Goddess had gotten the majority of attention from the citizens while the Guild agent went mostly ignored.
"Yes, this is right." Lastation's Goddess nodded her head, doing her best to maintain a regal air so IF didn't get the impression that she was dying on the inside from embarrassment. "I made sure to check this place before booking a reservation. This place has an all-female staff, so we should be fine."
"Thank god…" IF sighed in relief. "At least we won't be too out of our element here. My back is killing me, so let's get this done already…"
Noire nodded in agreement, and the two made their way inside the parlor. The interior was warm, both in temperature and colouration – the walls a smooth chocolate wood with a similarly coloured floor. The room was on the smaller side but had a homely feel to it, a black leather couch over to the left and a reception desk to the right; prompting Noire and IF to walk towards it.
''Hm?'' The young woman behind the desk looked up, flashing them with a smile and her tits. ''Oh, welcome to Neko's Parlour. Do you two have a reservation?''
"Yes," Noire took action. "They should be under Noire and IF."
A hum answered her before the young woman typed away on her computer for a second, clicking through several pages – before she smiled. ''Right on time, you two. If you'd just wait a moment I'll go inform the masseuse and we can get you two started.''
''Thank you.'' Noire nodded, and IF hummed.
With one last smile the receptionist slipped out from around the reception desk and gracefully walked down a narrow hallway, stepping inside a room beyond a thick wood door. Noire and IF stood in silence for a moment, grateful that the woman had been straight-forward in spite of her nudity.
After a moment, as the door clicked open again and the receptionist stepped out, smiling politely. ''The masseurs are ready for you tw0; please go ahead and enjoy.''
''Thank you.'' Noire dipped her head in response, smiling back as she and IF stepped past the young woman, heading for the room.
With no fuss whatsoever, Noire and IF opened the door and made their ways inside. The room beyond held the same aesthetic as the other room; the walls layered with wooden panels, and the ceiling a beige tile with warm amber light spilling down into the room. The same smooth wood floor covered the ground alongside a fluffy beige carpet, the warm décor joined by the warm smell of scented candles, the scent of cinnamon present in the air.
Standing adjacent to Noire and IF were two naked women, both sporting black hair that were long and short respectively and warm smiles as they bowed. "Thank you for choosing our humble parlor. We'll do our best to serve you." The two women gestured to the empty tables laid out for them, which Noire and IF took as signs to lay down so the treatment could begin.
It only took them a few seconds to reach the table, mounting it and laying themselves down onto their stomachs. Noire shifted about so she was comfortable and made sure her boobs weren't getting squished, before finally tucking her arms under her chin and shutting her eyes.
IF didn't have to worry about such a thing, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed by it.
The short-haired girl made her move on Noire, as she rubbed her hands together with the lotion and gently placed her slender hands on Noire's mid-back. The ravenette gasped, shivering from the coldness of the oil. She heard IF do the same as the long-haired girl started working on her back.
The minutes passed by in silences, as the women expertly worked their magic on Noire and IF's bodies. Once their backsides were coated in a thin sheen of oil, they expertly navigated the stiff points in their backs and made short work of the soreness that troubled them.
Noire whimpered embarrassedly as she felt her massusses hands glide along her lower back. Intimately she felt her digits work their way up her shoulder blades, rubbing and pressing with gentle force, working out the stiff kinks in her muscles. Bit by bit she relaxed against the massage table until she was nearly putty, mewling under her breath.
IF was much the same as her masseur worked on her shoulders. It was like warmth exploded in her bones, a shy moan escaping the boyish Guild agent as the stiffness magically faded, all the coiled muscles turning into limp putty in seconds. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth and she was nearly ready to fall asleep right then and there, groaning softly as her masseur took away the stiffness lingering inside her muscles. Her breathing became slow but deep, shivers running through her frame as she gently did her neck too, alleviating the stress in there.
In minutes the women became entranced in the atmosphere of the massage as the workers did wonders to them in silence. However, it didn't take long before things got… intimate.
"Ah…~?" Noire blushed when she felt her masseuse's soft hands grab her curvy butt, her slow groping making her moan embarrassedly – twitching when she soon moved lower, groping her thighs instead.
"Don't stress. This is part of the massage." She told Noire gently, the oily stuff on her hands making her touch slick and allowing them to slide over the soft flesh of her thighs, working out the kinks there too.
IF was starting to feel the intimacy as well, as her masseuse slowly moved her hands down her thighs before they worked on her feet, her fingers touching and feeling them to work out the stiffness there as well. As IF was in a state of complete bliss, nothing short of putty in her masseuse's hands, she jumped a little when she heard her voice so close to her ear. "You may not hear this much, but you have a lovely figure. Your hips and muscles are simply to die for."
"A-Ah, thank you…" IF muttered, embarrassed and unused to such a compliment.
"Alright, ladies…~" Their masseuse's stopped once all of the kinks were worked out, and Noire and IF breathed a deep sigh of relief. "Turn around, please. It's time for the second phase of the massage."
To that, Noire raised an eyebrow. "Second phase…?"
"Yes. It's one of our local customs on Sukebe Island." The long-haired girl explained. "We assure you that you'll feel refreshed after this procedure."
Noire and IF exchanged silent looks, but they ultimately decided to follow through on their instructions and turned on their liberated backs. The last thing they wanted to do was accidentally offend the locals by rejecting their customs.
Things got a little dicey when they started pouring the oil on their own bodies, rubbing it with their hands until they were coated in a thin oily sheen.
It got even worse when they started hovering over the two of them, their large breasts hanging in the, spurring Noire to prompt. "W-What's with this?!"
"Have you never seen this massage technique? It's called nuru." Her masseuse explained as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Simply put, we're going to massage your bodies with our own."
"W-Wait, this is—Hyah~?!" Noire and IF had no time to properly process the new situation they were in, as their masseurs leaned down and began rubbing their bodies together. Noire's modest breasts became squished against her masseurs', while IF was completely enveloped in the long haired girl's massive mounds.
In no time at all, Noire and IF's bodies became completely coated in a thick sheen of oil, their minds becoming mush as the two enveloped them with their bodies. Noire's masseuse moved up and down her body in circular motions, occasionally fondling one of her modest breasts, all while giving her a luscious look that made the ravenette feel hot and bothered.
The brunette was getting horny, her nipples standing on end and visible for her masseur to see. IF flushed with embarrassment, but the long-haired girl simply gave the guild agent a tender look as she rubbed up and down. IF couldn't help but moan softly, especially as their nipples came into contact, sending hot jolts of pleasure up IF's spine every single time it happened.
It wasn't any use to even try and hide it, IF and Noire were getting very horny and their massuers were aware of it, considering they stopped their offensive and gave the two heaving women mirthful looks.
"Well, it seems it's time for the final phase of the massage," The one with short hair said. "Being pent up with lust isn't healthy for your body, so we'll make sure you cum lots. Just lay back and let us do our work~"
Anything Noire and IF planned to say melted on their tongue as their masseurs began to rub their pussies more intently; three fingers each pressing against their soft folds. They openly moaned, shifting slightly as they shut their eyes, silently enjoying the slender fingers that stroked their sex even as they were dying of embarrassment.
The oil made Noire's folds slick, but that didn't hide how wet she truly was – all the touching she endured leaving her hot and bothered much like her masseuse pointed out. She stroked Noire's folds with long up-down strokes, her wetness letting her hand move easily. Then she twisted her hand around and probed her pussy lips with her fingertips, pushing two fingers inside her delicate womanhood.
''A-Ahh~'' Noire moaned shyly, quivering as her fingers went inside her – clenching tight around her digits with her insides.
IF had been instantly defeated the moment her masseur began fingering her. She easily wiggled her fingers about inside of the brunette, scissoring them apart and eliciting a hot gasp from IF's lips. She melted a second later, moaning as she swirled her slender fingers around her pussy, stirring up her wet insides before adding a third finger into the mix, pumping all of them into her sex knuckle-deep. The deep penetration took her breath away and she moaned and mewled, instinctively spreading her legs apart more so her masseur could do more to her.
She didn't disappoint. Her thumb came down and nursed her clit, rubbing the little nub about and shooting hot bolts of pleasure up IF's stomach. She tried to arch her back but her muscles had been reduced to mush, leaving her wriggling about helplessly, moaning as she inserted his fingers into her over and over again, her palm beginning to slap against her folds. The lewd sound rang in her ears and she shuddered, gasping in labored breaths between horny moans, her mind melting from her intense movements.
''Mn, ah... haah...'' IF squirmed about, mewling as her fingers pumped into her faster. The embarrassment the women felt was long gone as they melted into pleasure fully, letting lust take over their senses.
Wet, slick sounds became audible across the room as the masseuses moved their fingers about inside the Goddess and the Guild agent, their digits becoming wet with honey. Noire quivered from the mind-melting attention while IF was barely functioning, both moaning as they rubbed all of their good spots with unerring accuracy.
They both tried to endure it as much as possible, as the two moaned and tipped their heads back in unison – wanting to experience this forever. However their touches felt too good; their inner walls quivered and their pelvic muscles tightened up, the need to cum leaving their folds tingling and their chests heaving until they couldn't hold back anymore.
"Hyaa~!'' "Ghhhng~!"
Their minds went white as they squealed, their inner walls squeezing the fingers inside of them tight. IF jerked her pelvis towards her masseurs thrusting fingers, gasping as she readily impaled herself upon her slender fingers and gushed around them, as Noire followed suit. They came for several seconds, their massagers doing everything in their power to extend their orgasms as much as possible.
With a final gasp, Noire and IF flopped limply down onto the massage tables, their heavy breathing practically echoing throughout the warm room. Their chests heaved about with each lungful of air they took in, nipples perky and sensitive from the arousal rushing through them.
Their masseuses gently took their fingers out, causing the two to twitch from how sensitive they were. "Well, it seems the massage was a success. You two look simply ravishing in the sexual afterglow~" They both bowed. "We do so hope you enjoyed your time in our humble parlor. Do come again~"
WIth all said and done, their masseurs left with smiles on their faces, leaving Noire and IF to lay there in orgasmic bliss.
Vert felt uneasy.
It wasn't normal for Leanbox's Goddess to feel this way, not unless she was doing poorly during a Guild raid or spent all of her allowance on gacha games. Both instances involved Chika being mad at her afterwards, so perhaps there was some correlation there.
But her uneasiness had nothing to do with her life relating to gaming. Rather, it was another aspect of herself entirely that was under assault, and one she least expected to be.
As it stood, Lady Vert was completely naked. She walked across the sandy beaches of Sukebe Island on a hot Summer's day, drenched in sweat as her luscious body was on full display for everyone to see with no filter.
If she were back in Leanbox, her citizens would have been drooling akin to dogs with their eyes all over her. She would have smiled, teased them and gave them a show as she enjoyed every bit of the attention given to her. She would have teased, but never actually touched, and her citizens would have been satisfied with just that.
In this environment, however, things were just a tad different.
Everywhere Vert looked, there were deviants all around her. People that walked around naked with no sense of shame or decency to their names, people that had sex openly on the beaches without fear of being judged, and numerous upon numerous numbers of men and women alike who clearly lusted for Vert.
The Goddess of Leanbox was completely out of her element, and therein lies the problem for her. When everyone around her were complete deviants that easily engaged in acts she wouldn't have even dared to consider, where did that leave Vert? Better yet, when someone would come to her with those lustful stares, what was she to do?
If she rejected them, it would put Lyrica at risk, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.
But that left Vert in a rather precarious and rare position, and it was exactly why she felt so uneasy.
Perhaps she would have been able to endure it if Nepgear had been by her side, but she lost sight of the girl a while ago as she wanted to tend to her own things, leaving the blonde all alone a nervous wreck.
… Still, Nepgear should have been back by this point, shouldn't she? What was taking her so long…
As it turned out, Vert would get her answer soon enough. As she made her way further along the beach, she noticed a crowd of young teenage boys gathered around a particular spot near the ocean. Vert wouldn't have paid attention to such a sight, except perhaps out of fear for her own safety.
However, when she saw a familiar head of purple hair, her interest instantly piqued and she started moving with a panicked expression. She didn't want to believe what she had seen, and she wondered if her eyes deceived her.
"?!"
Vert had not been deceived, not in the slightest. Not far from her location, she saw Nepgear bouncing up and down as she rode a boy cowgirl style. She could hear her pained moans as she was put through that position, along with the cheers of the boys surrounding her. Her perky boobs bounced up and down as she looked away in utter shame.
And then the boy came inside of her, his jizz spilling out of her womb and stained the towel they laid on. Nepgear grit her teeth, letting out a cry as it happened. Then, before she even had any chance to recover, she had been pulled off and bent over by two other boys. One started pounding her from behind while the other forced his cock into her mouth, effectively spit-roasting the girl.
Vert watched the sight in pure shock at first, before it was slowly replaced by anger. She needed to get Nepgear out of that situation, regardless of the island's so-called customs, and—
"She agreed to that, you know."
Vert was jolted out of her thoughts when she heard a familiar voice and felt a firm hand on her shoulder. At some point, the island's owner had gotten behind her and spoke with a smile on his face. For some reason, that unnerved her a little.
"W-What do you mean…?" The blonde asked warily, as she continued to witness Nepgear getting fucked.
"Those boys asked her for sex, and she accepted." He explained to her. "Public sex is completely normal her, so you really don't have to get involved. In fact…" His hand moved down from her shoulder down to her chest, and he squeezed one of her massive mounds, making her jolt. "Why not join in on the fun?"
Vert flared up, instantly picking up on what the owner was getting at. However, she knew that refusing the owner himself would only spell bad news for both her and 5pb. The last thing she wanted was to put her dead friend under pressure because of her own mistakes and rejection of their customs.
"... What do you want?" Vert nearly growled.
The owner grinned. "Make use of those massive tits you got." He turned and gestured at his rock-hard penis, which made what he wanted the Goddess to do perfectly clear.
Reluctantly, Vert got on her knees and cupped both her breasts before pressing them on either side of his twitching cock. Immediately his mouth opened in a silent gasp of pleasure, the soft, heavenly warmth of Vert's breasts briefly overwhelming his mind. He couldn't think of anything but her tits squishing his dick between them, the divine sensation unlike anything he'd ever felt.
For Vert, it felt disgusting.
The blonde started sliding her breasts up and down his hard cock. With the aid of the sweat on his cock her tits slid up and down with ease, making Vert groan as his slippery cock poked up from her plump breasts over and over again. The owner tightly clenched his fists and bit back his gasps, but there was no way for him to hide his expressions – pure pleasure flooding his face as the Goddess got him off with her chest.
"Fuck, you're so good…" He grunted. Vert ignored him.
The blonde intended to finish this as quickly as possible to get this over with. His cock throbbed and burned between her large, soft breasts. She moved them faster and squeezed them together tighter, being forced to listen to his sharp moans as he got off on her breasts. She felt his climax approaching closer and closer by the second.
"'Mm?!'' Vert yelped lightly as thick ropes of cum shot up from her cleavage, landing atop her breasts while two thick ropes splattered up her face, forcing her to close one eye as she groaned. He gasped for air from the remnants of his orgasm, and for a moment Vert thought she was free.
… But that was far from the case, as with pure shock in her eyes his dick was still rock hard. When he noticed her look, all he did was smirk. "Did you think I was a one and done guy? As if. I still want to do more with you."
Without warning, the owner pushed Vert onto her back. When she looked over her breasts, her eyes widened as he bent down and positioned his massive cock right over her pussy with lustful eyes. "I want to be inside of you."
"W-Wait, don't—!"
The owner didn't listen as he shoved his full length inside of her, robbing the Goddess of her virginity. Vert let out a silent scream as her womanhood was defiled, but she was granted no reprieve. He was nothing short of rough with her as he pounded the blonde up and down with furious strength, leaving Vert to only moan painfully.
The Goddess was basically forced to just take it, as his length went up and down her walls with ease thanks to the sweat. Her pussy was violated by him, a random stranger, and she was left to bite her lip and curl up as she was violated and defiled down there. As if to further humiliate her, he grabbed her shiny breasts and fondled them.
Eventually, the owner came inside of her, his cum spewing both in and out of her vagina as it got all over the sand beneath them. Vert was left to pant as she groaned, his dick sliding out of her and leaving the busty blonde to writhe beneath him.
"Don't stop yet. I still want you. All of you." The owner grinned down at her. "You have no idea how long I waited for an opportunity like this…"
Vert didn't respond to him. Instead, all she did was watch Nepgear continue to be fucked from her position, getting degraded and humiliated just as much as she was.
Vert had a feeling she'd be here for a while.
On the side of a sun-kissed beach, a talented magician calmly enjoyed her evening the best way she could possibly imagine. On a small table nearby a restaurant, a crystal-clear glass of Doc Tear Popper awaited her. With graceful gestures, she picked up the glass, her hands adorned with delicate silver rings that glinted in the sunlight.
Bringing the glass to her lips, the mad magician known as MAGES. savored the effervescence that danced upon her tongue, a refreshing interlude amidst the warmth of the day. Her expressive eyes flickered with delight as she relished the unique flavor of the , its sweetness and hints of spice combining to create a satisfying sensation.
Once she was done with her drink, she gently sat it on the table. Her smile was wide and full with mirth, perhaps the perfect definition of peace in its purest form.
She had her doubts about this place at first, questioning its nature as a nudist colony and the dubious intentions of the owner. She almost felt inclined to start an investigation to truly look into the truth of such claims.
However, once it was revealed to her that Sukebe Island had the largest stock of Doc Tear Popper in the entire world, her impressions had changed drastically.
Yes, for MAGES., it truly had been a splendid day.
She wondered if the others were faring any better. They were probably doing fine.
"Miss MAGES., would you like another refill on your drink?"
The mage smiled. "Yes, of course."
From the opulent heights of his luxurious penthouse, perched atop a towering skyscraper, the affluent owner peered down upon the tranquil beach that stretched like a silver ribbon along the edge of Sukebe Island. Nestled in the plush confines of his extravagant abode, he reveled in the breathtaking panorama that unfolded before him.
With a sense of regal detachment, he surveyed the nocturnal tableau below. The moon's radiant glow cast an ethereal shimmer upon the gentle waves, transforming the ocean into a glistening expanse of liquid obsidian. It mirrored the opalescent sky above, dotted with a myriad of twinkling stars, as if the heavens themselves conspired to paint an enchanting backdrop.
He also wore a silken robe to cover his body, a glass of wine in one hand as he relaxed fully. He was nothing less than overjoyed with himself, and he couldn't be any happier about the arrangement.
Just as the wealthy man resigned himself to his contemplative solitude, the hushed whisper of the elevator broke the silence of his penthouse. He wasn't surprised by the intrusion at all, as he knew full well who the occupant was just from the heavy sound of her boots.
"Did you enjoy yourself out there?" His guest asked. "Word on the street is that you fucked that blonde bimbo for hours."
He turned to look at his guest, a pale elven girl who wore ASIC's clothing with no shame or remorse. Her lips were curled into a knowing smile as she leaned on his sofa.
She was known as Linda, once one of ASIC's top commanding generals during its heyday. If anyone else had seen her, they would have made a fuss.
He wasn't anyone else. After all, he was once a member of the Arfoire Syndicate himself, as well as everyone else on the island.
"You heard right. Best day of my life, bar none." He said with a chuckle. "It really does pay to have old friends, I think this was the best idea you've had yet."
"Whatever knocks those bitches down a peg is a win in my book." Linda laughed. "The pay isn't too bad either. I might just have enough to retire at this point."
He hummed in reply.
"How long do you think it'll take those stupid bimbos to figure out it's all a set-up?" Linda asked. "Maybe they won't figure it out at all? That'd be a little boring, though."
"Either way works, though I imagine the fireworks would be splendid if they found out before the concert." He said wistfully. "Not that it'd matter to me anyway. I've had plenty of my fill just from today alone."
"You won't find me in that shitstorm, I'll be outta here by tomorrow anyway." Linda pointed out.
To that, he shrugged. "Whatever works for you. Just to let you know, I wouldn't mind doing something like this again, maybe with the other CPUs." His eyes glinted. "That Neptune looks pretty endearing, you know…"
"Don't go all lolicon on me, now. You'll remind me of Lord Trick." She told him in a disgusted tone. "But hey, if you're willing to shower me in more money, I'll do whatever, dude."
He looked at her for a moment.
"Nope. Not in your wildest fucking dreams.."
"Of course, I wasn't even thinking about it."
"Sure you weren't…"