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(Hey, don’t you go looking for private spaces without me. Shouldn’t you enjoy me watching?). Ryoko thought to herself, hearing some but not all of what they were saying. Enjoying that show, limited as it was so far. Not looking away, smiling a little when Dalton looked at her. Did I’d he like what he saw? She slid a thumb under the waist strap, teasing she might continue to undress, show him more, but it stayed on for the moment. She glanced again at the man. Now interacting with another woman. Why did they care so much about him? What, did they want a second man but were uncomfortable with a second woman? That would be annoying, though she would not hold it against either. Would not mind watching the girl take two men at the same time for her intro. That would be a sight. Did she know the man though? She still was not sure, the alcohol probably was not helping her memory either. Though she was more certain she had never seen the woman the man was interacting with before. Her thumb continued to tease more undressing, considered trying to excite one or hopefully both of them some more, but she was careful still not too move too fast or too far.

Recordings, reviews. Probably better Ryoko had run off, got at least temporarily saved from that. As for Dai, well in most cases it probably was not a big deal. It was not exactly a secret what happened here or that the place existed. The only complication would be if he was caught with the wrong sort of woman on camera. Nobody would care if it was some random woman, or if it was with ‘Honeyfluff’ herself, though some could be more complicated. Ryoko herself would not be the best person to be ‘on camera’ with. Some others too, and sometimes you did not actually know if a partner was one of those people until it was over. With some people you did not ask too many questions. But for now he quietly continued to drink, curious how she would answer Maray’s questions. Would wait a bit to speak up, if he was not spoken too.

“A little better, but too late to change how this will happen.” The male said with some satisfaction as his captured enemy struggled vainly, not the sort of fight that could hurt or stop him. Just made him want her a little more. He had no fear, she had been too beaten to use her powers, she was no threat to him. She could delay penetration for a moment. The demon found the extra struggle, as long as it was short, to be fun. It was an appealing sight for Canata, perhaps Emiri was trying to delay the inevitable but maybe in a way her body reacted a little positively to it. How would she react when it happened? Something inhuman, that she considered a monster and enemy mating with her. Would she despise it? Be sickened by it? But it was always hard to guess how humans would react to the taboo. Some were broken by it. But some were drawn to it, or found an appeal in it once it happened. The stronger someone’s beliefs were, the more likely both were. That Emiri was so dedicated to the ‘light’, what she saw as it good, made it more possible she might eventually become one of them willingly and eagerly. But it would take time and she had no idea how Emiri would react to what she saw was finally happening. After he felt the entrance, he refused to let it get out of reach. He yearned for it, it had been too long, especially since he had a chance to use a human. She did briefly delay his penetration, letting them both feel the tip rubbing against it for a bit, but he kept trying, and eventually it plunged in. He let it sit there briefly, let Emiri feel herself filled by a demon’s shaft in a place on her husband had previously entered. He stared into her eyes, to see the reaction. But it was just a short moment, like he said, he did not waste time, before he went to work. Eagerly thrusting in and out, hard and fast. Loving the feel, mostly caring about his own pleasure, though he would only be turned on more by any sort of positive reaction from Emiri.

“We understand. The guest rooms are available if necessary, but we will help you back to Jumi’s home either today or tomorrow.” After everything that happened, Umi could understand them not wanting to spend another night somewhere else. But the invitation would remain open just in case and out of politeness. So they would not have to feel rushed to leave but have an option, if things went late. She listened to what Shinigami said watched the show of power. Considered it for a moment. “That may indeed be the source, though Imam troubled none of here sensed it, if it that was indeed what happened. As for your offer, that may be worth considering. I might be willing to see if I can learn anything, after we see what happens at the altar. You are right though. We do not have such power. You have my word that I will do nothing to attempt to harm you.” Assuming said this, Jumi considered mentioning other things Umi might learn from Shinigami, but kept it to herself, as they approached another gemmed door, and holiest room in the temple. Umi placed her hand on the door opening it. Revealing the large room, at the end a golden altar an three statues behind it. “Here it is, the altar.” In the center was figure in elaborate armor, long hair, holding a sword, the blade tip, touching the floor. “The man in the center is our ancestor, Maxim. Immortal, we treat him as a god, though more accurately he is a Demi-god. The figures on his right and left are his parents. A human woman, Aisuka. His father, a god, Vanorus. The temple is dedicated to Maxim. Hikaru’s name as a Knight, it the Sword of Maxim. But of course we do not forget his holy father. Though we do not know a great deal about him. But perhaps either Maxim or Vanorus could answer.” Jumi took another step forward looking it all over. “I was shown this room one other time I visited, though I never tried praying for anything.” She glanced to Mitsuko. “You want to try going up to the altar, or something else.” Jumi was up trying as well, see if anything happened, see whether they did it solo, in a duo, or a larger group. She could see Umi joining in but was not as sure about Shinigami.

It was an interesting sight for Canata, she did wonder how it would go. There was a degree of sympathy for Emiri, but at the same time this was how demons did things and while it was hard to guess if Emiri would enjoy it this time, she was convinced the girl would eventually come to enjoy it. But Canata was not just a demon, but a succubus, her mind was extra wired on sex, and was likely to get turned on by this, no matter how it went. Finding the idea of being in Emiri’s position kind of hit, enjoying it when a male could genuinely overpower her, and show his desire. But she would say nothing right now. She would not try to use her power to influence it either, just let Emiri experience a demon’s mating…Emiri was not happy about it…but keeping in mind their discussion and studying her, did she ‘want’ it in someway. ”Hmph, already crying?” The demon gloated a little. Perhaps disappoint in the lack of fight, but he still wanted her. Revenge for their defeat, the death of their lord. To see if her reaction would change as they went. “You aren’t getting out of this, no matter how much you beg. But might as well take you on your back, if you have given up.” Maybe other positions as a reward, if she showed signs of enjoying it. For now he pressed over her, pinned her down. “Don’t worry though, we don’t usually waste time like you humans do.” He might grope her a little, enjoy her lovely figure, but there would not be much foreplay. He was already on top of her. His large body pinning her’s. He teased just a little bit though. His shaft, laid against her hip for a moment, giving her a feel of what would soon be inside her. But it was not long until it lifted. The tip aimed for the entrance, but he did not use his hand to try to guide it in. It was partially a game, tormenting, teasing. Testing if Emiri would be still or try to shift her body, whether to make a little harder…or help him go in. Canata watched intently, now that she was in this position, now that it was about to begin…would she help it happen? Would she choose to let a demon inside her? Or let the demon force himself in? Either way it was just a moment before it began.

“I was a little curious to see if it would react to me, but probably for the better.” Jumi said with a shrug. While she had a little curiosity about if it would have happened, and the cause, if it did, she was not bothered by it being gone. Happy not to hear the whispering anymore. She would not push for answers, trusting she did not want to know. Umi had a slightly troubled face. “I will trust you on that, though part of me wants to know how it got in if only to try to stop anything else from doing the same.” She simply spoke her mind though, would not try to push Shinigami for details. But she and Hikaru might have to consider precautions, see if they could make rooms like this library even safer. She also had to wonder how long the book had actually been there and hope it had not given anyone information, that it should not have. But Jumi had suggested something more pleasant, worth considering. “Very well, I shall lead you all to the shrine. We may or may not run into Hikaru. I can not promise any sort of reaction. But it is worth trying.” Jumi had noted earlier the whole descendants of a god thing was sort a legend. It was true, no one had heard anything from the god Maxim in many generations. Though the prayers and rituals they preformed did occasionally get more subtle or indirect responses, like the recent visitor, Elie. Umi waited for the others to step out of the room, before securing the door behind them. Just closing it being enough, the locks automatically in effect, hopefully preventing anything else unwanted from entering, as she led the others through the halls.

Did not get the chance I expected earlier this weekend, but there we go.

“Ryoko should be fine. Probably.” Dai observed in response to her wandering off on her own. Following the other two. He would not be surprised if he heard what happened later. Hopefully she had a good time, whether or not she just watched the other two. Hopefully she was not overcome by the drink. “I’ll probably go look later, make sure she did nit get sick. But she looked fine, as long as she does not drink more.” Since she was tailing the other two, someone would probably see if she fell or something like that. More importantly, she hopefully did not start telling people too much about the life she lived. His eyes shifted to the other woman, another new arrival, when Maray mentioned her. Not someone he had seen here before, or at work. She did have the body first it, though he was not sure about the voice. But keep work and fun separate. He had to remind himself he was here because he could not have too much fun with those girls. He had missed his chance to be first with the girl Ryoko followed. Maybe his luck would be different this time. But he would let her get seated first, have a drink and get a first impression before he considered anything else.

I’ll see if there is anything for Dai to get up to with them. Maybe tonight, maybe earlier.

The idea of expanding beyond the night club is being considered, but it remains to be seen how that will work out and what the details of the wider setting are.

It was probably best not to overthink the souls, Jumi did not have a great idea of what happened there and this talk only gave her a slightly better idea. A little better sense of what those whispers were at least. Maybe someone was trying to help her back there after all. Though it did not seem to be a higher power after all. She glanced at Umi, who might have been relieved to hear the source of the whispers, but still seemed to whispering some sort of chant or prayers to quiet the place down. She was still uncomfortable with how whatever it was slipped past all the seals in the room. Though speaking of higher powers or Lenneth…”Could take up their offer to go pray in the shrine, see if another god wants to tell us anything or try to help.” She threw out the question while looking at the book again, trying to think of anything to ask it, still curious if it or the apparent souls would respond to her, or just Shinigami.

Thank you alcohol, thank you dancing! It looked like Ryoko was going to get what she hoped for after all. Not just a view, but a very close one. Dangerously close, especially as drunk as she was. But all the more reason to behave. She did not leave her spot, kept her hands to herself. She would have to see if those hands needed to give herself some personal attention later, she regretted not having any ‘tools’ to help, if needed. She would probably be able to hear much of what they said in their new spot too, though maybe the music would get in the way if they were quiet enough. She would not say anything yet though. Not spy too much on what they said, unless it was somehow relevant to her. For now, watch, and dance, maybe take off the rest of her clothes as they got busy. But, was there attention on someone else? She had noticed anyone come into the room until now. She glanced at the person? Was that someone she already knew? If only someone she had run into in a previous visit to the club. She could not place a name at the moment, was not certain. But he was vaguely familiar looking at least. Her attention returned to the other two though, the show she came up here for. Hopefully that girl enjoyed it a lot.

Didn’t get a chance today, but hopefully will get a reply in in the morning.

It was true, the book itself did not speak to her earlier, but the same voice or at least it seemed to be. Jumi had thought there was a good chance it had the same source. Unfortunately she did not get an answer from the book itself. Still did not know if it would speak to her directly. Though maybe it would have given the same answers as Shinigami. “Something spoke to me, in a voice like that, at least.” She clarified for Mitsuko and maybe confirmed Shinigami’s suspicions of the actual voice source. It would not have been too surprising if that was the source, with all the undead around back there. There was one interesting thing in what Shinigami said, if it meant what it sounded like. “She needed them to bring you to life, or back to life?” Had Shinigami gone through it all a few times? If so, all with ‘Death’, or at least once before it. “She seemed quite interested in me, my soul, or whatever. Hopefully the destruction of those and the house keeps her out of my head.” She did not look forward to a repeat of the dream, hopefully that was out of the power of the woman, whoever she was, now.

Was something happening? They seemed to be getting a little more excited, but were they going to do it there, or try to sneak away? It made the question of whether or not to undress more all the more difficult. Of course there was nothing wrong with moving around half naked, or completely naked. But carrying her clothes around would be a pain and she could not be certain no one would steal some or all of it, if she just left it there. What to do? What to do? If they moved, Ryoko could only hope they stayed in sight. Being invited to join in would be great sure, but that was likely too much to expect. She could only hope one or both were willing to give her the show she hoped for. Caution was good. But too much was not. Take it a step further, encourage hem to follow the lead, ideally. Off came the top her upper body exposed, beyond what hands occasionally covered. It was daring, but also made it a little more likely she would stay put if they moved. At least if they stayed in sight. She now had to make a choice about dragging clothes around, or getting them back on, if she wanted to move. Hopefully it was a nice view too. Though it seemed unlikely either of them would be looking at her much for a while.

Shinigami had heard the sound before too then. But did she have any better idea of the source than Jumi did? Was the book more connected to her or Shinigami? Things were only becoming less certain, though maybe the source of the sound was in fact ally? Or at least not an enemy? Maybe that was a little comforting, but could they use it to get any answers or useful information. Maybe she could figure something out about that dream. ”Maybe it only speaks to you, or answers that language, but if it spoke to me before…”. It was worth a test at least, no big deal, if it only loved Shinigami after all, but it was worth checking if something more was going on, or maybe if what happened before was just a coincidence or her being close to Shinigami at the time. “What is your connection to that voice, and why did it soak to me that night?” Would it answer her? If it did, or reacted to a follow up question from Shinigami, what answer would she get?

They might have learned something worth learning, though it did not help with the immediate issue. Jumi was still left wondering who thought they should know this and why. It seemed strange for ‘Death’ to want to tell them. But it was hard to guess who else it could be. Probably not worth over worrying about though. “May be better not to think about where the book came from?” Was it really something the temple staff found on their own? It would have to have been newer than most of the books. But the alternative was someone else managed to sneak it in, avoiding the power that kept the doors sealed. She looked back towards the shelves. “Still plenty more to check, if we want to try to find something else.” They had barely looked before being pointed towards that book, it was possible there was more. “Or we can wait and see if someone wants to tell us more.” Maybe not likely, but Jumi would nit have been surprised if the book randomly turned to a new page.

My war with heat is almost over. Air conditioner was finally replaced today, but it will still be middle of the night/early morning before it completely cools down again. Several of the characters have moved to the main bar, still have a few in the lounge. Dai decided to keep giving Maray company over following wherever Ryoko’s drunkenness goes. Also had a new character show up there, but not with the other two.

Jumi did not say anything about what happened with the relics and Lenneth, that Shinigami had left as part of their earlier fight. It probably wasn’t good to dwell on that, what happened happened and could not be undone. She just tried to process everything. Figure out what was going on. “Maybe she intended to use them to make you into one, or at least something she saw as one.” Something else at the moment, that the other intended to shape into something like a goddess? The relics used to gradually increase her power? It was one possibility at least. ”Though hat would seem very dangerous if the idea of her being a twisted Magical Girl was true. Trying to control a goddess would not be easy if her power did not compare to one.” Was the beast part of that? Or maybe manipulation of some sort? Things appeared to have changed now, but if the convention meeting had not occurred, how loyal would Shinigami have been to her ‘mother’, and would it have grown stronger?

They were getting back to what Jumi was thinking in the beginning of all of this, at the convention and the beginning of their time at the manor. She had treated Shinigami as at least something very powerful, if not a goddess. It was Shinigami herself that mostly talked her out of such thoughts. It was too soon to jump to any conclusions, though the book at least seemed to suggest the possibility. If that was the case though, there was something strange about all this. “It does seem to be implying something like that, but shouldn’t be stronger now if that was the case? I might not be an expert on such things, but it does not seem like destruction of those relics should have made a goddess weaker.” Maybe there was more to this they did not know yet. But to her she could have seen how relics could have been used to control or limit Shinigami’s power. But if she really was a goddess or something like that, it was a little strange they were so important to her power.

Oh it was picking up now? Don’t get closer though. She was content to watch. She had mostly just wanted to watch, see how Evi reacted to the first time, at least the first time in a place like this. As long as they did not try to sneak off, no reason to change her plans. Let them have their fun. But should she try to do more? A delicate balance, not try to scare them off, hopefully excite them, encourage them to do more. Give them a little bonus show if they wanted it. But she would have to figure out what to do if she got more excited. She was getting a little turned on now, watching them, imagining what they might do. But it was a small arousal right now. Her fingers teased, but she did not need to touch herself yet. That might come later. Would one or both of them be excited to have someone pleasure herself to their fun? She would wait to consider that. Those two were still just warming up, so was she. A little longer. More clothes would not come off until she was more certain they were staying put. Evi was more mysterious, Ryoko had not figured out much about her yet. But Dalton? He had taken Evi off to try to get some privacy, but this was apparently not his first time here. He had wanted to escape the bar talk. But if another woman was excited about what he was up to, would he be more likely to stay, to let her watch? Risky to try to find out. Might backfire. Even heavily drunk, she considered such things. Of course what Evi thought about it would factor in as well. Her eyes lingered on them a little more, as she considered making the dance more about trying to excite them. But still not overly staring. A delicate moment, she had to watch a little longer, before considering any big adjustments to her current plan. It was all about not provoking them to run somewhere she could not follow.

Yay, new character. Will see about getting a reply here and a few other places before I go to bed. The lack of air conditioning is making the usual war with sleep more difficult.

The heat is indeed. And the air conditioner here decided to break just before it came in. Looks like at least a few more days before it can get fixed too.

That was new. Jumi had never actually seen a book open like that on its own or go to a specific page. Felt even less like a coincidence, the hand of someone else at work. Though whose hand was still not completely certain. She watched it play out, a degree of similarity to the dream, but more. “These things are never written as clearly as they should be.” Whether it just old fashioned, trying to sound fancy, or intentionally mysterious. Maybe she could guess what some of it meant. But she was hesitant, did not answer Shinigami’s playful threat, see if Mitsuko gave any thoughts there. There was something else on her mind. “ I’m still trying to figure out if this is ‘Death’s game. Or if someone else is trying to tell me or us something else.” Back to the whispering in the dream and now this. Was all of that the work of that woman, or was something else going on? She was not sure if that would be better or worse.

“I heard something like this in the dream…I think…not sure if it is exactly the same. That word, it was in the strange room too.” Was that woman, Death, or whatever, involved in this? Trying to show she still had some interest in claiming her or whatever? Jumi did not know. But it seemed more like this was her issue to deal with, she was not going to make Mitsuko deal with it. “I don’t rule out coincidences, but this does not feel like one. If it is connected, I should be the one to do it.” Umi had moved closer, as Jumi spoke. Neither of them were quite certain what to expect when the book was touched. Ideally the sound outs just go away and they would be given a chance to read. But Jumi prepared herself for any surprises as she reached over and touched the book, and if nothing unexpected happened, would pull it out.