Despite Jinx and Becca both covering for me, I was terrified that I was going to be found out as the guy who killed the Enforcers. (Technically, Becca killed them, but I doubted that they'd believe me.) I tried to just focus on my work, where I was the most productive I'd ever been. I went through artifacts that the deceased had left behind, with some script (etchings only, ink was long gone) legible on them. Plastic cups with scratches on the outside in various weird icons that probably represented ownership or use, little tally marks, that kind of thing.
The actual site was sealed the entire time, of course. It was increasingly-obviously an insanely valuable archaeological site, my scans still had plenty of data to work over, and there is always the risk when you directly interact with a site that you break something. For some things, just warming them up a few degrees with light or your hands can destroy them. There's a reason people doing archaeology planetside rebury sites - the dirt helps protect the artifacts, like it has for the previous centuries or millennia - and when you do it for a space-based site, it's even more important.
I would go back to the site eventually, but only once I had a clear idea of what I was doing, what samples I needed.
There was a rapping at the front door, and I instantly knew it was Becca again.
Mostly because she was the only one who actually knocked at my door, but also by the height, the subtly different sound of an EM's knuckles, and this excessive energy each knock came with. I scribbled down a quick note about checking genetic polymers for sex determination clues, then got up to answer it.
"Hey," she said with a smile on her lips. "You want to take a break from work?"
Now, by this point, I had set some boundaries with Becca. She was nice, and attracted to me, and cute, and sexy, and we clearly had a lot of sexual compatibility given she didn't mind me fucking her face into the wall while calling her my oral toy... but I'd known her for less than a week. By any reasonable standard, our level of intimacy was really high compared to how long we'd known each other! It's not like we were a pair of teens head over heels at first sight! She was fifty-nine!
Still. If I was being honest, then if I'd still been in my previous body... I don't know if Becca would have been out of my league, but she would have been a top player in it to the point I wouldn't have wanted to risk it. Now, though, whenever I left my apartment, I'd have women's eyes on me constantly. A lot had flirted; a few had even asked me out.
I had options! Real, serious, always-available options! Maybe I should have just ignored them and been happy with the green-haired cutie, but I couldn't just ignore them! They were everywhere! I'd see some woman and think, I could probably get her. Unless she was married or gay, it was almost certainly true! If I just decided to go for the first girl to pay attention to the new me, I knew it'd just make me constantly wonder about what my other options had been!
So, I had made it clear to Becca that we were not exclusive and I did not want her glommed onto my arm every time I left my room. (Though, I did like it when she was! Just not all the time!) If she wanted to spend time with me, we totally could, but not in the way where she decided to spontaneously move in like she obviously wanted to.
"Sure," I agreed. "Well, actually, mind if I talk your head off about it?"
She grinned at that. "I love listening to you talk about work. It's actually pretty cool, and I'm not just saying that to get in your pants," she teased, offering her hand to me. "C'mon, I know some places in Zaun you haven't seen yet."
I took her hand in mine and headed out. Immediately, I started talking. "So, the big question I have right now is what kind of social organization they had," I explained to her. She nodded along, though I hadn't talk about this to her before, so I don't know if she got the full implications. "Convergence makes a lot of psychological forms reappear, but divergence in terms of things like sexuality and social organization can happen really quick. Just compare humans, bonobos, and chimps - our MRCA is just seven million years ago-"
"MRCA?"
"Most recent common ancestor." She nodded. "Point being, small divergence is enough to lead to big differences in how we act socially. At this point, I'm pretty sure that almost all the people living in the site were adult females. Again, maybe a couple kids, maybe a couple men, I couldn't give you hard numbers. I've identified about a dozen by artifacts. The person who always chews the tips of their pen, that kind of thing," I explained. "That implies a lot. Fisher's principle means that there shouldn't be that kind of sex ratio-"
"Fisher's principle?"
"For species like ours, you get a fifty-fifty split between men and women, because it's good to be the lone guy in a harem of women." Her smile became a little more fake and plastic in response to that statement. I just pretended I didn't notice that. "So, if it's mostly women, you want to have more boys."
"Aren't Felids all female, though?" Becca asked.
"Felids are protandrous hermaphrodites, they're born male and become female around puberty. I checked the mummy's scans for any of the physiological signs - the equivalent of shriveled-up testes and the like - and didn't find any, so I don't think it's that."
"Great. So these aliens, they're all girls, then?"
"Women," I told her. "But yes, it seems so. If they use humanlike sex determination, the sex ratio would imply the males are even more violent than the Warstriders, but there's no signs of that level of dimorphism."
"Huh, yeah, I guess you'd probably be able to recognize the 274cm (9'0") guys just by the doorframes," Becca said. "It's crazy how much detail you're getting out of so little, Max. Archaeology's really interesting!"
I honestly couldn't say if Becca was just playing it up for my sake, or if she really did mean it - but I definitely liked the way she was talking, and I'm pretty sure it was obvious to her too, given her smile.
* * *
Naomi laid in bed, panting heavily, one hand in between her legs. Her fingers scraped through sweat-slick hair, her thoughts a bundle of chaotic ideas and considerations.
Hiking up her skirt, revealing her sopping wet cunt, a vibe stuffed inside it, held in place by a pair of elastic panties.
She had sex dreams pretty much every night. That was Donny Boghan's claw, still scarred across her brain even if she hated to admit it. Before him, she'd had a respectable, normal libido - sex or masturbation once a week or so. After him, it was nothing but a raw bestial need that would have left her a quivering wreck on the floor all day, held at bay only with UNED - which in turn could only bring her back down to mere hypersexuality.
Fat cock, plunging right down her throat, eyes peeling back as she got facefucked.
She'd broken out of his control. She had, the very fact that she was here made that obvious. She was tracking down Donny Boghan to kill him. If she was still under his power, they'd be back in Sol, her his panting little bitch-slave.
Desperate, overwhelming need. "Love me, love me, love me, I love you, please love me!"
Any attempt at sexual fantasy, every sex dream, they always devolved back into Donny. Sometimes she half-managed to masturbate to the image of him whoring her out to his crew, but that was the best she could pull out.
Tongue dancing in the air, cock just an inch away, one hand gripping her hair, holding her in place, teasing her with the one thing in the world she wanted.
Up until now, that was. After Max, after that night... it had been a sudden cold turkey. Her sex dreams were of that night, one part or another, or some fantasy version where they did different things, where it was just her and Max. She could masturbate to the image of him, and she sure as fuck wanted to!
Her and Lieri, wearing obscene maid uniforms, microkinis on their tits, worshiping their master's cock and asshole as they knelt before him.
"Max, Max, fuck, fuck, fuck me Max!" She squealed out the words, another orgasm hitting her as her hips bucked up into her hand, electric and intense and a wakeup slap to her clit-brain, her pussy on fire with pleasure, drool slipping out of her mouth as she trembled and rolled around in place.
A pair of her own juice-slick panties, shoved into her mouth, her master's fingers shoved into her exposed cunt as he frigged her, a cruel smile on his lips as she quivered in pure pleasure.
She panted on the bed, hand out of her cunt for the moment, staring up at the ceiling, trying to refocus her brain. She'd masturbated three times today already. That was more than normal. The urge had come when she woke up, when she'd been scanning through documents on her tablets, and most recently during a piss. She was still taking UNED, but it wasn't even noon and her desires for more sex had spiked...
A thought shocked her out of her arousal, her body snapping up. One of the changes to her body had been carefully-calibrated changes in her hormone levels, raising not just her physical sensitivity but also her ambient sexual desire. She reached over for her tablet, hurriedly swiping to the app she used to monitor her birth control.
No missing days.
That was good.
But, even with perfect use, birth control could fail. With everything Donny had done to her body...
That thought was like cold water on the steaming furnace that was her brain, so she managed to get herself out of bed.
She should probably get a test.
* * *
The room was pretty cramped; the walls were covered with what looked like some kind of purple fungus. I poked it lightly to check, and it did seem to be alive. There was a locker against one wall, an overturned desk, the shattered remnants of a computer sprayed out across the floor. A bookcase full of too many books to read in the time I had, and none of which stood out as particularly important. A skeleton, still wearing its clothes, laid in another corner, half-overgrown with the fungus.
"Any ideas?" Becca asked.
"Check the pockets of the skeleton. I'll see if all the parts for the computer are still together," I said, picking up the desk and putting it in place. I grabbed the bits of the computer, consulting a mental model of what a computer's guts were supposed to look like... and no. There was no sign of a motherboard or a hard drive here. I wondered if that was a clue, or just a way to make sure that we couldn't put the computer back together?
"Got something!" Becca said, holding up a set of keys.
"Try the locker," I said idly, as I contemplated the pieces in front of me. Becca went right to it, while my gaze flicked across them. Anything interesting in the brands? The parts themselves? It would have to be something noticeable enough, not some tiny little detail like how the numbers weren't quite right. I paused, flipping over what I'd initially thought was a graphics card, and I recognized the brand - an EM chip manufacturer. It even said EM chip in neat letters across the side. I turned my head up to see that Becca had opened the locker, where there was a notepad and some kind of weird device I didn't recognize.
"Huh. Haven't seen one of these in a while," Becca said, holding the thing up.
"I don't know what it is."
"Oh, it's an EM chip reader. If they get your black box but they can't ID you, they can stick you in this so you can talk and tell them who you are. Or you can hook the person up to a computer and put them in a virch."
"Ah," I said. "This is an EM chip."
"It looks like a graphics card," Becca said with a frown.
I shrugged. "It's got an EM chip brand. Obviously they're not going to use a real EM chip."
"Ohhh, yeah," Becca nodded, handing the device over to me. "Duh." I plugged in the 'EM chip' into the reader.
"The last book on the shelf, it's the last book on the shelf." A digitized voice came out, having a warble to it. "The last book on the shelf, it's the last book on the shelf."
"You know, you just sound like normal," Becca said, her arms crossed. "The speaker could be fucked, I guess, but there'd still be emotion in your voice."
"Yes, they're very racist against EMs," I said, patting her head as I went over to the bookshelf, grabbing the book from the bottom right. "It's just a copy of Alice in Wonderland. Oh, wait. The notepad, what's on it?"
"Uhhh, just some numbers," Becca said, holding it up for me. I took it in one hand, an idea already forming. A quick flip through the book confirmed it was a cipher: three number sets, each number referencing to a page, line, and word.
From there, the rest of the escape room was pretty easy. We finished it in a few more minutes. I did still enjoy the little story that was put together by the various clues and meta-elements, about a secret experiment with deadly alien fungus that got out of control, resulting in the death of the researcher, the betrayal of the EM whose chip was left abandoned, and so on.
Becca didn't seem super happy when I finally found the code that opened the door, releasing us from the room - and back to the normal, real world, where a clerk who looked to be fourteen or so appeared.
"I seriously thought there was gonna be another room or something. This was supposed to take an hour. Can I get my money back?" She popped her lips, planting her hands on her hips. "It's not like I need the money, it's just the principle."
The manager - a tall Nigerian man - came out, looking somewhat frazzled but putting on a pleasant smile. "For a group of four, the average time to complete is forty-two minutes. We follow honest advertising rules," he said with confidence. "Less than half of two-person groups manage to complete it within an hour. Have either of you two been before?"
"He just got on the station, and he did like ninety percent of the solving," Becca said. "I haven't been either, though."
"Ah." The manager hummed for a moment. "Well, the room is our own design, so I know you haven't seen a similar one elsewhere." He sighed. "Sometimes people get lucky, I suppose. I will refund your card, Mrs. Cazares."
"It was fun," I said. "I don't want to just steal the room from him," I added, glancing at Becca.
"Thank you, Mr. Cazares," he said, and I realized then he assumed we were married. (Or maybe he had just picked up enough to know that suggesting we were married would get on Becca's good side.) "But, a good business sells a good product that leaves its customers satisfied. That is what my father always said. If I pay back your wife-" Becca's expression made it clear she really liked being mistaken for my wife (which was cute!), "-then she will be able to confidently recommend my place to her friends, or to return in the future, without worrying about a lucky streak or a bad room. I'll go refund you the full price of the room, Mrs. Cazares," he said, heading back towards his office.
"He's probably gonna check to make sure I really haven't been before," Becca said, planting her hands behind her head. "But I ain't, so I'll get the money back." She idly kicked at the ground. "Well, shit. I thought that a big brain like you would like some mental exercise, but instead I lost an hour in the schedule."
"You mentioned earlier Piltover's attached," I suggested. "We could go there?"
"Piltover looks down on Zaunites," Becca said, letting out a long huff. "But, you know what, fuck it. Those rich pricks got nice shit, and I've got money. Another two hundred k to blow, since the refund just cleared out," she said. "C'mon, let's go."
The way Piltover and Zaun work is pretty normal. Zaun slurps up the juices from the asteroids - PGMs, mostly - and does some basic refining. Piltover attaches to Zaun, and they send the partially-refined ores up. Piltover then actually makes finished products. Spacecraft parts, tablets, and so on. The money Zaun makes then goes and circulates through everything on Zaun that isn't about slurping up and refining metals, like escape rooms, bars, and so on.
Piltover attaches via tether, which in turn runs a tram back and forth between the two as needed. There's some modest customs, just to make sure you don't smuggle in guns or anything.
"According to this, you're 175cm (5'9")," the customs officer said, looking up at me with some modest suspicion in her gaze - though also an appreciation for my body. She looked back at the screen and hummed.
"I got some work done," I said, which I was pretty sure was the truth. (My bank account didn't show any transactions, so I don't know how I paid it off, but it made the most sense.)
"You're still meat, right?" She asked.
"Yeah," I agreed.
"Good." She clicked a button on her desk. "I have a gene check needed at entry five. And step through the scanner again," she added, holding down a button on her computer as I did so. "Hm. No leg stents. How'd they make you taller? My son was considering a height boost, but he didn't want to be all legs."
"I don't remember the details, sorry," I told her.
"Give me a thumb print," she added, presenting a small disk to me; I pressed down on it, and she checked her computer then nodded. "It'll just be a minute or two."
Becca had already passed through customs and was waiting for me on the other side. When the nurse arrived (it was a lot more than 'a couple minutes' later), I got a prick to my left ring finger, which she massaged and pushed into a thin tube, which in turn got run through a centrifuge before being finally tested. "Alright. Your DNA matches what's on file," she said, with a smile. "We'll update your profile. You might want to update your photo, too," she added. "You must have been having a really bad day."
I just nodded in response, not wanting to get held up any further. Inwardly, I was glad my thumb print and blood all came up appropriate and clean - once I'd gotten stopped, the possibility that they might be wrong somehow suddenly occurred to me, even though I knew it was stupid.
Becca smiled as I arrived. "Hey, Max," she said, grabbing my hand and practically curling up against me. "What kind of place do you want to go? Piltover's ritzy, so we can probably find something nice."
"Honestly, I'm kind of hungry," I admitted sheepishly. She was paying for the date, since she'd been the one to invite me out, and now right after taking her to the more expensive place, I asked for her to buy me expensive food. "I'll pay for my own meal." Which, admittedly, would be hard on my budget, since I had just finished my doctorate and was not exactly rich.
It must have shown on my face, because Becca patted my bicep. "No, no, it's fine," she told me. "I have savings and investments. Let your sugar mama take care of you."
I hesitated, then nodded. "Somewhere cheap, though," I said. Piltovans surely had their own trashy fast food.
* * *
Becca splashed some more water onto her chest, rubbing at it with the paper towels. Her fucking beef burrito had practically exploded in her hand, which was not her fault. Stupid bitch waitress moron. EM platforms didn't have 'super grip strength,' why the fuck would you want that? Even if they did, she'd been an EM for thirty-seven years, so she was used to it. Their machines had made the burrito wrong, or the tortilla had been printed fucked up, or something like that. Just because a machine did it, didn't mean it was perfectly done.
After several repetitions, she felt like she'd adequately gotten the burrito-juice off her skin... though unfortunately, her top was not spared the blast. So gross. How the fuck was she supposed to seduce Max into fucking her with a top like this? Especially since it was either go back to Zaun, or pay for a room to fuck on Piltover... and her spare clothes were all in Zaun. She could buy a new top? She flicked her AR over to the local network and got a few clothes shops highlighted.
Guys didn't generally like clothes-shopping, but if you were talking skimpy tops, it should be fine, right? Max would go along with it even if he wasn't having fun, though. She needed every date with him to be perfect.
He had other options, after all.
She glanced down at her chest in annoyance. Not just at the stain, but also at the tits, or lack thereof. She should have gotten a boobjob a long ass time ago. He was obviously a tit guy. If she got a boobjob now, it'd be weird, right? He didn't want to go crazy fast. She was an EM, so a boob job basically amounted to stuffing some extra flesh up top, but still. It was like, a one year anniversary gift kinda deal, not a four days in.
Actually, maybe she could pretend like it was no big deal? Unrelated to him? New look? It wasn't that hard to go back, so maybe she could pretend like she decided whether to have big tits or small ones every week or something?
Yeah right. He wasn't a moron, plus if he ever talked to anybody who knew her before they met...
She shook her head, stepping out of the bathroom.
What she saw made her instantly hit 10x on her Akash, slowing time down to a crawl.
A girl had come over to their table. She looked Japanese, though with gene tweaks for blonde hair and blue eyes. Long blonde hair, a cute face, and, oh yeah, massive fat fucking tits. She was not an employee, wearing a top that showed off her belly like the fashion. She wasn't wearing a bra, relying instead on the long-sleeved item to do it for her - you could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because it only had one shoulder. The bitch had clearly seen Max alone and decided to try hitting on him.
Luckily, Becca had lots and lots of subjective time. She should definitely not try to kill the girl. She shouldn't even act overtly jealous - some big-titty hoebag couldn't compete with Becca. Obvious jealousy was admitting weakness.
Yeah. Yeah. Max would probably wave the girl off, they were on a date if nothing else. She let time resume its normal pace - and the girl pulled up a chair, smiling and playing with her hair as she chit-chatted with Max.
She set her Akash back to 10x.
He wasn't telling the girl off, even though Becca was on a date with him, which she was paying for.
They had known each other for a few days. He had made clear that he didn't want to jump into something exclusive.
Calm down, Becca. She didn't know anything about the girl. Maybe she was a coworker or something... though she was obviously interested in Max. More importantly, if you were out on a third date with a guy, and he went full sicko mode because you were talking to another guy while he was in the bathroom, it would be an enormous turnoff and dealbreaker. So, with the genders reversed, it was pretty much the same. Max was allowed to talk to other women.
That probably wasn't a good way to phrase it, since he was also allowed to fuck other women right now.
If Becca wanted to be a good girlfriend (and future wife), she shouldn't act jealous about him talking to another girl. It was probably nothing. If it wasn't nothing, she still had to keep herself calm and relaxed.
With that thought in mind, she worked to calm herself down. Her simulated heart rate fell, and all the other emotional signals slowly quieted before she let time go back to its normal speed. She'd been standing there like an idiot for probably ten real time seconds, but Max hadn't noticed, so it was fine.
Becca plopped down in her seat. "Hey, Max. Who's your friend?" She asked.
"Oh," the other girl said, turning to face her. There was just a momentary flicker of quiet contempt on her face, though that was clearly more about her tattoos than anything else, judging by where her eyes went. She gave Becca a casual smirk a moment later. "I'm Reina. I was just asking Max why I haven't seen him around before. He's a real head-turner." As she spoke, she casually planted her hand on Max's thigh, trying to be subtle about it, but of course Becca was hyperaware of things like that.
"I was thinking, since you don't know Piltover that well, that Reina could show us the sights." He definitely wasn't rejecting the hand on his thigh.
Akash to 10x. Calm down Becca. Maybe he's testing you. Or just used to skinship. Fuck, he's saying something, I have to set it back to normal or I'm not going to catch it.
"...actually grew up here, she's a student at Seishin Academy," Max continued.
Becca slowed time again at that, checking her AR for the name of the school in question.
Seishin Academy was a high school. She was a high school student. Nineteen at the oldest.
Becca would have exhaled in relief if time had been moving normally and she still had lungs. As it was, she could just put on a smile at that point. You couldn't tell just by looking at someone how old they were. While a girl like Reina might be physically very attractive... there's a point where a person becomes a real adult, somebody that another adult might actually be interested in. Age gaps were totally fine; Becca was 59, and Max was 33. Nineteen year olds could be fun to fuck, and they were legally adults, but you'd have to be braindead to think they made for good long-term partners once you were actually an adult.
Reina wasn't a threat. It was like having a Vivi as your third. Just sexy fun. Fuck and forget. All good. Hell, with the girl's smug bitch look the moment that they'd met, Becca would probably enjoy teaching her the hard way that a thirty three year old and a teenager weren't a match. That all she was bringing to the table was her fat tits and nice ass, and that was all Max was interested in.
Did Max know it? He probably hadn't dated that many women, given his PhD and a lot of his behavior, so he probably wasn't really aware of the power of that gulf of experience between somebody just narrowly on the edge of adulthood, and someone who'd actually been managing their own life for a decade. But she liked to think she knew him well enough that he wasn't going to be interested in grooming an eighteen year old.
She snapped back to realtime again. "That sounds great, actually," she said, a smile on her lips. "Becca, by the way," she added, offering her hand to the other girl, who took it after a half-second's hesitation. "I'll be paying for stuff, so let's go to the best places, alright, Reina?"
"Don't worry, my mother's well off," Reina said, completely misinterpreting Becca's words as competitive. Just a dumb kid. If anything, Reina was a good way to show off Becca's own quality as a partner, that she'd help Max fuck teeny-bopper moron sluts without getting into a fight about it. "I know all the best places in town."
"Great!"
* * *
Reina was a little annoyed that Becca had kept on clinging to Max as she showed them through Piltover, but it meant she was paying for everything, so she couldn't complain. Becca was clearly willing to splurge for the guy, and it saved Reina the cash.
Max was insanely hot, and seemed sweet, but... well... did Becca really think she was in his league? Just because she had money to burn? Reina couldn't blame Max for taking her for a ride, but still... she felt bad for her. She hoped she didn't act like that when she was Becca's age. (Could you believe she was almost sixty and acting like that? Guess those stereotypes about Zaunites were true...)
The three-person date was unusual, but she'd enjoyed it. Max was a smart guy, in addition to being insanely hot, jacked, and tall. She normally preferred Asian guys, just because she was Asian, but when a guy that hot came along, what girl could complain? Becca had been constantly peppering him with questions about his job, and Reina had been listening along.
At first, she'd been interested. She'd heard that Zaun had declared an archaeological site, but she'd figured it was just some ancient jackhammers or whatever. Apparently it was actually a surviving habitation... but the guy just talked endlessly about boring crap like genetic polymers and trace samples of pseudo-algae on a mummy's teeth. The only surviving writing was etchings, and even that was untranslatable, so it was just looking at corpses all day and picking over their drawers.
She didn't hate that Max liked it, or anything. Guys could have their own stuff going on, and it sounded like it was important work in his field. The problem is, it was just so boring, and Becca was pretending to be interested, so Reina had to pretend too. Which meant Max kept going on about how many phalanges a dead alien's hand had, and about whether this represented 'path dependence' or had some specialized role, and seriously, who cared?!?
Still, she'd been pawing at him pretty constantly over the course of the date, and he'd never told her to stop even once. He was very nice to touch and look at; her previous boyfriends couldn't compare, honestly, and she'd picked them out on the basis of their faces.
Lots of women said that if you put out on the first date, the guy would hump and dump, but that honestly had never been her experience. She figured it was probably just that all those other girls didn't put in the effort. If you just lay there and have him stuff it in and jerk himself off with your pussy, obviously he's not going to be interested in another round. If you make a guy feel like a million bucks, though? Show him that you want him and will work hard to make him come? It's just as obvious he'll follow you around like a needy puppy looking for round two.
"Y'know, it's getting late, right?" Becca asked. "Going all the way back to Zaun tonight, customs, and the tram... how about I get us a room for the night, Max?"
Max hesitated for a moment at that, looking like he was doing some mental math. "Ah, yeah, you're probably right, Becca. Oh, we should trade numbers, Reina," he said.
"Totally," Reina agreed. I'm not leaving you alone with her, though. She took out her phone, texting her mom that she was going to be sleeping at a friend's before sending him her number. "Oh, Max." She casually wrapped herself around his arm, pushing her tits into his arm. "I actually can't go home tonight, there's some cleaning thing my mom's doing at our place." Total lie, but, you know, it wasn't like he'd check. "How about I room with you? I can pay, she gave me some money for it."
Max looked at her, then at Becca. There was a slightly-nervous smile on his face. "How about we all three get one room?"
"Sure," Becca agreed immediately, which meant Reina had to go along with it too.
* * *
The moment the door closed, Becca threw herself at Max, just wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips as she kissed him, pretty much shoving her tongue into his mouth. It came off as desperate, honestly, but it meant Reina had to do something. "Hey, I sleep in the nude, that's okay with you, right, Max?"
Max didn't even break off the kiss, just giving her a thumbs up.
That cockiness kind of steamed her up, and she just frowned, crossing her arms. That made him actually pop his lips off Becca's - who responded by starting to kiss and suck at his neck. "Sorry, Reina," he said, sounding honestly apologetic. "That was disrespectful, I know. Becca's just a really eager girl," he explained, casually groping the other woman's ass. "Becca, how about you suck on something other than my neck?"
"Alright, Max," Becca said, hopping off him. She gave Reina a cocky look of her own, daring her to complain or even try to compete.
Reina grabbed the base of her top, pulling it up and over her breasts, wiggling her way out of it. Max's gaze were on her tits as she got it up over her head, and she couldn't help but smile at the way his eyes seemed to dig into her tits. Yeah, the flattie can't compete with this...
Her thoughts trailed off as she looked down at Becca, seeing Max's huge, fat, beautiful, wonderfully sexy cock slap against the older woman's face. It just rested against her features, and Becca shuddered softly as it did so, entranced by the thing as it laid there. Hot pants escaped Becca's lips down at the base of his dick, while his cock obscenely towered over her head, stretching up past her forehead altogether, it was that fucking long. Reina let out a soft breath as she contemplated it. She'd never seen a cock that big in real life.
"Come here, Reina," Max said, and Reina did exactly that, approaching him, though she kept her eyes on his dick. Her tits were bare and exposed, and Becca just seemed to lustfully relish having a cock rest on her face, blowing little spit bubbles around it like her brain was frying from his scent. Max's hand groped her ass casually, then he just grabbed at her tits in either hand, squeezing them hungrily, leaning down and forward to just rub his cheeks into them. The soft feeling of baby-smooth cheeks against her tits made her pant softly. "These are really nice," he told her, his voice vibrating her tits.
"Thanks," she said, looking down at him instead of his cock for a moment. Her hand reached up to stroke his hair, but really, she wanted to be down on her knees next to Becca - or, really, alone on her knees with his cock in front of her. That male organ slapping against her face. She wanted to know what pure masculinity tasted like.
"This is nice," he said, pulling back from her tits with a smile. "I get lots of girls coming up to hit on me, but you're really cute and sexy," he said, his hands still on her tits, and she felt her cheeks flush a little at the sheer sincerity of the compliment. He casually rolled his hips, and she saw out of the corner of her eye as his dick smeared all over Becca's face. "Becca. Suck my cock," he ordered.
That snapped Becca out of her aroused fugue, and she immediately slurped his dick down to the base, just gobbling the whole thing up. "It tastes so good! Grab my pigtails and fuck my face, Max! My throatpussy is just for you, I'm your oral fucktoy," she said, sounding genuinely delirious.
Reina just gulped as she looked at Max. He smiled at her as he grabbed Becca's hair and started to fuck her face. "She's a bit of a sub," he explained to Reina as he brutally fucked Becca's face, uncaring about anything. "What about you?"
"I want to see your naked chest," she said, the thought bubbling up without any conscious thought.
"I'm wearing a button-up, you can go ahead," he pointed out, and Reina's brain restarted enough to notice that. Instantly, her fingers reached out for the buttons, undoing them with frantic energy, doing her best not to be interrupted by the thumping, back-and-forth motion of Max's hips as he railed Becca's face.
Every part of Max's body looked like it was sculpted by some divine artifice. She couldn't help herself, just leaning in towards his chest, her tongue snaking out along bare skin, tasting his salty sweaty flavor. Her pussy clenched as she imagined his fat cock railing her, and she started to quietly wiggle out of her pants and panties, her soaking wet cunt winking at the air the moment it was exposed. Hot breaths spilled out of her mouth as she looked up at him, and he shifted his grip, now facefucking Becca one-handed, his free hand going to grope her ass cheeks.
"You have a really nice butt, Reina," he told her, fingers sinking in. She felt her arousal spike still further, as this perfect figure of maleness touched her like that, as he felt her up, as he enjoyed her body. She'd never felt so feminine before. Never felt so glad to have been born a woman. Having this man appreciate her naked body... it made her clit throb, her pussy clenching down on air as she stepped out of her sweatpants, as she licked his bare chest. When he slid his fingers around to finger her, she immediately came, just moaning as her eyes peeled back, stuffing her face into his chest as she came.
With all her previous boyfriends, she'd taught them all about how best to make her feel good. She put in the effort to make them feel good, they had to return the favor. Max had just made her come with hardly anything, that raw aura of masculinity so completely dominating her brain and cunt that she could only shiver and jerk in pleasure.
As she shuddered against him in the afterglow, there was a sweet smile on his lips as he looked down at her, her body halfway mashed into his, tits pressed into his stomach, cheek pressed into his pecs. The sound in the room was the wet gluk-gluk of Becca's throat being repeatedly violated... and the sound of the girl in question desperately degrading herself, wanting Max's attention to fall on her. "I'm your happy little sucktoy, Max. You can fuck my throat raw anytime, I love it, my mouth's main point is sucking your fat cock. I love feeling your big fat dick slamming in my throatpussy, fuck me, fuck me hard."
She went on and on like that, while Max just casually molested Reina's sensitive, needy cunt. Her inner walls wept all over his fingers, and he smiled down at her. "Enjoying yourself, Reina?" She nodded deliriously, so completely enthralled by him in such a short span of time. No man had so quickly left her wanting more. Wanting harder.
Wanting to feel that amazing, godly cock of his slam into her cunt and knock her up. Her pussy clenched up around his fingers at that thought, at the idea of being made to turn out half-white baby after half-white baby for a masculine god like him making her brain turn into a foggy, horny mess. She gulped softly against his chest, managing to pull back from it on trembling legs, her cunt begging for cock.
She shifted, spreading her legs that little bit, attracting his attention down to her soaking wet cunt. Her juices trickled down her legs, and she felt like she was melting, she was oozing, the warmth between her thighs was teaching her what sex really meant, a whole new redefinition of her reality.
Max peeled Becca off his cock at that point, the girl whimpering at the absence. Reina's gaze turned down to that thick, godly, obscene thing, her brain full of thoughts of how best she could feel it, how much she wanted it inside of her. "Fuck me, Max," she said, a quiet, piteous plea - but Max responded by practically hurling her onto the bed on her back, getting up between her thighs and stuffing his spit-slick cock right into her cunt.
He made a single thrust, and she came, spasming and moaning. "Oh God, oh God, it's so fucking goooooood," she moaned out, coming harder than she ever had in her life. She was lost in lust and pleasure. "Fuck me, Max, fuck me, fuck me with your big fat manly white cock," she said, and she felt his dick throb and pulse inside her, his hands on her thighs gripping them close, shifting her body to let him just ram away inside her with relentless force, her tits bouncing with every thrust.
Her orgasms came fast and hard. The manly thing between her thighs was teaching her what it meant to be a woman in a way no one ever had. She wanted it so bad. Each orgasm drifted into the next, as she begged and pleaded for more. "More, more, please, ahn, please fugg me, fugg this slutty little Japanese schoolgirl," she squealed out, knowing what sort of fantasies guys had about girls like her. She was lost in a haze of arousal and need, but old instincts and new desires came out in force, now: this was what guys liked to hear, she needed to make it good for Max so he'd fuck her again and again and again, so that every time she called him up he thought of her tight cunt and sexy mouth and fat tits...
She reached up for his head, fingers struggling to grab his neck and just yanking him down into her tits. Her pussy spasmed wildly around his cock as he started to suck on one of her nipples, another orgasm hitting her like a thunderclap to the brain, her pussy melting. "Come in me, come whenever you want, come, come Max, come in my cunt, fug me and come and come and come," she said, delirious with need. The thought of him erupting inside her, of the massive, godly cock currently pounding her cunt getting done, swelling up, and spraying out its seed, swimmers violating their way past her birth control to knock her up... she shuddered at the idea.
He actually did come at that point, spraying out a geyser of cum into her waiting cunt, her ovaries screaming in delight as her body was bred by a man like this. Every thought was replaced by dancing images of sperm cells on a mission to impregnate her, and her legs clamped around his thighs as he kept on squirting out semen deep, deep inside her. She felt like her stomach was swelling with the repeated splurts of cum he was releasing inside her...
And then, at last, he pulled out of her, a wet shlucking noise accompanying his egress. She could feel his cum trickling out, as she caught her breath, staring up at the ceiling and gasping in response to the load he'd deposited inside her.
Max was just visible in her peripheral vision, and she watched as he just grabbed Becca by a pigtail, dragging her down to his cock and stuffing his dick right into her throat. She moaned in delight at the treatment, and Reina couldn't help but feel some jealousy at that, an absent need to be manhandled and fucked. To worship at his cock like Becca did. She hadn't actually gotten to suck him off, to taste that thick throbbing manhood that was currently working over the inside of Becca's throat.
"Go ahead, use my throatpussy as a cleanup aid, I don't mind, Max! I'm your needy little sucktoy, I just want your dick stuffed into my mouth, nothing else matters," Becca said, as her throat got penetrated over and over again.
EMs definitely had an unfair advantage in blowjobs. Being able to talk and suck at the same time... Reina couldn't do that. She wanted to fellate him, to taste and worship him at the same time, to show him wonders he'd never experienced before, but she knew she couldn't talk with a dick down her throat no matter how hard she tried.
Still, she managed to clamber up on the bed, leaning forward towards him, slurping his balls into her mouth and staring up at him from a position down there. She was naked, cunt dripping out both cum and her own juices, and he was also naked, and Becca was fully dressed, her pussy untouched... but that didn't matter, not compared to the fact that Becca was currently the one getting a cock stuffed down her throat, even as she praised it and degraded herself.
"Please," Reina whined out, popping off his balls. "Please fuck my throat too."
He yanked Becca off his cock, the other girl panting in arousal as she stared up at him. He softly shifted his hips, poking his cock against her lips, and she opened her mouth wide and expectant. Her tongue lolled out, the red carpet for his celebrity penis. "Are you okay with me going as rough as I did with Becca? She's an EM, so she can take it. I can do whatever pace you wan--ngg," he groaned as she slurped his cock up to the base in a single swift stroke.
It tasted so fucking good. It throbbed in her throat as she mashed her nostrils into his well-shaved pelvis, not a hint of hair there to get stuck in your nose or mouth. She looked up at him with bedroom eyes, tongue going wild inside her mouth, slithering all over his cock, her head twisting from side to side, rolling his cock around inside her throat. She gulped and swallowed around his dick, wanting to show just how good a cocksucker she was. How she didn't just rely on her tits and ass to attract and keep guys.
"Looks like the little teen slut's loving your big, fat, manly, cock," Becca said, leaning in towards Reina, kissing her neck - or, really, kissing Max's cock through her neck. She could feel it pulse inside her throat in response. "Girls like this make great fuckbuddies, don't they? Nice plump tits like these, you could even fuck them. D'you think I should get tits up top?" Becca asked. With Max's cock lodged in her throat, Reina just moaned in pleasure at the sensations of it rubbing all over the inside of her mouth.
"I think you're beautiful just the way you are, Becca," Max said - and then he grabbed onto Reina's hair, peeling her off. She fought against him on instinct, her lips attaching to his cock like a remora, her cheeks hollowing as she slurped and struggled, but she was just a girl, and he was the physical incarnation of the god of masculinity, his powerful, rippling muscles able to pop her off altogether. Her tongue danced in the air in front of her, a needy whimper escaping her throat. She wanted to be reunited with that glorious fat cock. "How about the two of you share? No sucking, just licking," he said.
Becca dove onto one side herself, tongue dancing along his cock, and the moment that he let go of her hair, Reina did the same. She looked up at him from her position on the bed in front of him, on hands and knees as her lips simply attached to his cock from one side, her tongue dancing along, tracing out veins, her head shifting up and down. She could only look up at him, bleary-eyed, silently begging him to fuck her throat again, while his dick just throbbed and pulsed between their mouths.
She really hoped he wouldn't end up coming on the bed... it would be such a waste if his cum splattered out there. Maybe she could lick it up? She moaned at the thought, the wanton whorish idea filling her brain with arousal now that it was associated with a cock like this, her tongue getting more active. "Cuhm, cuhm," she slurred out around his dick, her hand reaching up to fondle his balls.
"Go ahead, come," Becca agreed. Her tongue danced even more energetically. "Come as much as you want, Max, come, come."
Max just grunted in response, his hips sliding back and forth. "Fuck. Okay, I know," he breathed out, pulling back from both their mouths, leaving their tongues dancing at the air. "Uh, Reina, do you have anything against anilingus?"
Yes, obviously. It was one of her few no-nos. She was happy to suck a guy awake, or to get fucked in the ass, but licking the guy's ass? Normally, it was a fuck no... but for a guy like Max? She was somehow sure his ass would taste as sweet as his cock. "No, Max," she told him.
"Okay. Lay on your back, Reina," he said, and she immediately did so, finding it much easier than staying on her hands and knees. He got on top of her, practically planting his ass on her face - and then he mushed her tits together around his cock. "Becca, you come suck what comes out of her tits," he explained, and she could feel on the bed as the other girl eagerly got into position, hear the noisy slurping of her lips around his cockhead, as he just started to gently pump at her breasts. His rough, powerful hands gripping her tits and mashing them together made her pussy clench, her arousal spiking at the rough treatment. "Lick it whenever you're ready, Reina," he said aloud.
Reina regained enough brainpower to lean up, licking noisily at his asshole, her tongue going wild up there, driving inward and slurping on him. He tasted wonderful yet again, salty sweet rather than disgusting like it no doubt would have been for any other guy. She went fully at it, hands grabbing his hips, helping hold herself up as she slurped and licked and sucked, and the man himself responded by upping his pace and pressure in between her tits.
"That's it, just use me to catch the cum, my mouth's your cum repository, Max. I love your cum more than food," Becca said, as she simultaneously noisily licked and slurped on his cock.
Reina wound up coming just from having her tits fucked like that, her pussy begging for another creampie as her hips bucked up in the air, and Max responded by groaning and coming right into Becca's mouth.
The rest of the night was no different - her orgasming endlessly, being fucked in all three holes, while Becca just had her mouth used, just praised his cock while declaring herself a sucktoy, a blowjob machine, and all other manner of oral-only sub.
It was the best night of her life.
When she finally passed out from pleasure, Max still sawing away inside her cunt... she couldn't help but hope to fuck him again, even more, the next day.
* * *
"I have three Enforcers missing," Marcus Wong explained to Silco. "We have an agreement. I look the other way on shimmer, and you keep your people in check."
"It's not ours," Silco replied. "When did this happen?"
"They went missing three days ago, but they all had a day off... and, frankly, they were the sort to miss a shift."
Three days ago. Silco played with a pencil in his hand. Three days ago, he had gotten that mysterious caller, telling him about dead Enforcers in Room 94 of Forward Alcove. He had sent Jinx after it, given the... specificity with which they spoke.
He hadn't even checked on who was in Room 94.
He wouldn't have sent Jinx there, if he'd known.
Zaun was currently attached to an asteroid which had a major archaeological site. Right now, its trade goods were refined ores and shimmer - and the shimmer was black market. An off-brand regenerative. But a site like that? It could attract interest, and he'd consulted the young Dr. Stat's notes on the matter. A potentially very old site. A new species. Two nearly-perfectly preserved mummies.
If half the things the young man had guessed were true, the number of sites of equivalent interest could be counted on one hand. By all rights, the site belonged to Zaun - and it was an opportunity for Zaun to rise above its position as a mere mining town. He'd looked up a few similar sites... they had millions of annual visitors. It would be more than enough to lift Zaun up from a position as a dependency of Piltover, its bullied child, only jokingly independent.
And now, that very valuable young scientist, an honest young man by all appearances, stood accused of murdering three Enforcers? An accusation nobody outside of the Valora system would believe, meaning that other archaeologists would be dissuaded from investigating the site... particularly so long as Zaun retained control.
It reeked.
"If they were the sort to miss a shift, perhaps they did something stupid," Silco said, shrugging and affecting nonchalance.
"They went missing on your station."
"Maybe they met a beautiful girl and decided to marry her and run away together," Silco replied.
"Silco, our deal-"
"Our deal is still in place," Silco snapped. "I most certainly did not order your men killed. If one of my people did, then I will tell you when I find out who. Otherwise, you can simply write them off. There's nothing to see here." He ended the call.