Ex-V: please enjoy
The assassin from the future sneered, coolly, averting his eyes; briefly Musing on just how unworthy he really was, of her affections.
"... I could grow into someone really unimpressive, you know." He sighed, at last, shaking his head. "Who wouldn't deserve a woman of your... magnitude..."
On some level, he almost hoped this would dissuade her. But instead, she simply latched onto the galaxy brained tits joke he had couched the statement in; reaching up to jiggle her still modest, developing breasts, giggling suggestively.
"... No reply?" He chuckled, at last.
"Oh, please." She just snickered, waving him down and going red yet again. "You're actually already perfect, Ei-kun."
He twitched, faintly.
Sekigahara laughed. "If I stay like this, you'll dwarf me."
"That's okay!" She gushed, grabbing his hand- giddiness in full bloom. "I'm already obsessed, Ei-kun-- nobody is cooler or more dangerous than you 3"
Sekigahara just blinked; almost blinded by the sheer intensity of her love and longing. "... You're more dangerous than me, Iori." Sighing, at last, he looked away.
The pretty platinum blonde girl frowned- then beamed, quickly catching on; and sucking, suggestively, on one finger. "Oh~? I am, Ei-kun...? Little old me?"
The assassin's clone twitched, faintly; now growing almost painfully hard, but he ignored that, dryly. "Yeah, yeah. Stop Iori, I can hardly bear to look at you, right now."
Iori exhaled, heavily, after a moment; flushed, seemingly struggling to get a grip, she rubbed her small breasts, through her shirt. "... because, I make you... want to...?"
She turned, facing her ass towards him and bending over, just a bit-- before squeezing her left buttcheek.
Excitedly, Breathless... and Shuddering, she felt his eyes on her ... His hungry eyes... Roaming her--
Roaming her body, up and down...
Especially down...
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A tiny, whirring robot box rolled up, beeping; interrupting Iori's existential crisis and delirious, stream-of-consciousness babble.
"Excuse me." Bj interjected, sounding confident.
"BJ...!" Iori yelped, awestruck; nearly at a loss for words, visibly bowled over. Her boyfriend didn't know whether to look furious, at the interruption, or relieved.
"if you wish to see Ei Sekigahara's future. I may be able to assist you. Over."
She dropped to her knees, reaching out, excitedly, for the box's little robot face. "Have I EVER mentioned how much I love you??"
"Affirmative. Logs located, beginning playback."
Ei raised an eyebrow, and Iori fell dead silent, at once; whirling around, eyes wide.
BJ's projector lights flashed, loading up one of Sekigahara's logs from 2188. The suave, calculating hitman appeared before them, fully grown, and staring deep into the camera.
He opened his mouth, but went unheard.
Iori choked, barely suppressing a scream. She clapped both hands over her mouth, eyes lighting up, like fireworks in the dead of night.
BJ helpfully muted the playback audio.
Sekigahara, on the other hand, just stared at it, the portrait of his future, with steady eyes.
Despite feeling a pang of guilt, as his eyes drifted down to the firearm his future self was holding. He was not unaffected, by what he saw.
"Well, I'll take it." He concluded, shrugging, at last, with a light nod of approval.
"You'll take it?! I'll take it!" Iori shrieked, excitedly, through her fingertips; voice practically cracking, joyfully, barely contained. "You're the most perfect guy in the universe, Ei-kun, I told you!! Oh GOD, this is gonna be SO so lewd...!"
The fact that he found himself quietly agreeing with her drove him to desperate measures; as far as he could go.
"... You know this guy killed you, Iori. Mercilessly choked the life out of you."
"Hot!" She squealed, rubbing her cheeks excitedly, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. "An exciting murder suicide, I knew we were destined lovers-"
"... Ha." He just tried to laugh-- tried, desperately, to pretend he believed she was joking.
"Oh come on, Ei-kun," She picked up on his hesitance, in passing; giggling, again, and fanning herself, excitedly. "I already know exactly how this all really played out..."
His voice sounded somehow frayed. Like it was... starting to unravel at the fringes, taking his sanity, restraint and better judgement with it. "Murder for hire, Iori?"
She was just too appealing.
Too perfect, she was actual, real perfection.
She ignored him summarily, indeed, cheerfully.
"In our final moments... You held me, tenderly, Ei-kun... As the light faded from my eyes... You definitely knew I was the one, but it was too late..."
And he was utterly at her mercy, utterly enamored.
So it was, that the most dangerous man alive, fell prey to his former victim. subject to her every whim.
Desire hammered away at him; pounding, relentlessly, against the inside of his skull. His love and lust, for her, too, were slowly developing into a deafening roar--
In fact.. it almost seemed...
like he was late to a party, she had already arrived at long ago-
As they stared the small distance across at one another, in momentary, weighty silence.
Sekigahara wasnt sure he was even breathing at all, anymore. But Iori exhaled; loudly, passing a tight, heady breath. When she spoke again, her tone was airy and light, and a strange, heated dizzyness began to infiltrate her mind.
"Actually..."
Her confident, passionate voice had now all but given way to a hushed, trembling whisper. As she stared directly up into his face, drifting ever closer, meaningfully closer, and closer still...
Until their lips hovered, mere inches-- mere centimeters-- apart, and they still didn't stop there, drifting even closer together still, almost as one. Her breath was hot and disorienting, for him; like a dense, heavy mist, against his skin.
But what he saw, as he looked into her eyes, had already triggered a whole host of incomprehensible feelings, in his heart.
And. She could even see it herself--
oh yes, she knew full well, what kind of look she was giving him~
She could see the sheer depths of her own love, and longing, for him; her reverence of him, and addiction to him. She could see her own desire, for him, almost as clearly as she felt it in her beating heart, and throbbing hips--
It was all there, reflected back at her, in his penetrating stare.
Her voice almost cracked, sounding hoarse, and extremely raw.
"This... this is going to sound lewd, Ei-kun, but... t-the urge to have your babies is overwhelming me--"