[Episode 216363] [Episode 216363]Lina Inverse, sorceress, Dragon Spooker, Bandit Killer and dimensional displaced human, sighed as she read her newest e-mail. There was nothing really exciting about her messages. Two scams, one invite to join what was obviously a Ponzi scheme, three emails about ‘natural male enhancement—you’d think these guys wouldn’t send them to female Tamers—one invite to a tournament in the Sunshine League—they always have a good bit of prize money, might be worth it to take a look—and a few invites from male Tamers for a ‘night out’.
Like I’m going to give those creeps the time of day, she snorted. Nearly every male she encountered in this dimension seemed to only have one thing on there mind: get into her panties.
On the bright side, she got plenty of practice with her Fireball spell—on both guys who tried something and guys who grumbled about her bust size.
It had been over two years she had been stuck on this world, somehow brought to it against her will and without her friends. Most of her spells that called on the Dark Lord or his generals were useless. Beings that apparently ‘Mazoku’ here were types of astral girls, she wasn’t about to start calling their names.
So she tried to use the names of what this world referred to as ‘beings of power’. And since so few of those ‘Legendaries’ were magic-attributes, she tried the first one she came across in her research.
Apparently, spells that called on Hild’s power were almost as destructive as if she was summoning power from the Lord of Nightmares—whose name also didn’t work here, making Lina worry just how far she was from her own dimension, since everything was supposed to come from the Sea of Chaos.
But she had done pretty well for herself. She’d amassed a small fortune, dealt with a few pokégirls that were apparently as dangerous as say … well, her. Fame was hers, there was no Sorcerer’s Guild to demand money from her, ran across some magical pokégirls who shared what spells they knew…
Okay, so maybe she was a little teeny-tiny bit interested in the rumor that some scientist had come up with a way to naturally ‘enhance’ a woman’s body. Surely her friends wouldn’t begrudge her hanging around long enough to acquire that bit of help.
And if she could use it back on her own world… “BWA HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Are you okay, Mistress?” came a feminine voice. “You were laughing maniacally again.”
“Eep!” squeaked Lina, as she looked up to her assembled pokégirls.
During her travels to rare places, she had come across equally rare pokégirls. You know, when I said back home that I liked eating dragon; I didn't think Fate would be such a fucker about it.
And it was true. One of her most famous attributes in this world was the fact she had a harem filled with Dragon-type pokégirls. One had joined up after watching her practice a spell that was the Hild-powered equivalent of a Dragon Slave—which was good considering that particular pokégirl had a bounty on her head and the recipient of the attack had an even bigger bounty on theirs.
To the world, they were ‘Lina’s Treasures’. There was her Alpha Ruby, a Flarebra. Next was a Dragonqueen named Sapphire, a Dragoness named Diamond, a Warvern named Emerald, a Bramage named Pearl, and a Medra named Platinum. It was rare to have more than one Dragon-type in your harem, let alone six with such power.
“Just thinking a bit,” chuckled Lina nervously. The last thing she wanted to spread around was the fact she felt underdeveloped, let alone to girls who were more developed than her.
“Would you like to join us at our table, Mistress?” asked Ruby. “The Nurse Joys are preparing to bring out our meal. And we do need to discuss the upcoming battle.”
“Nah, no sense in planning anything until we see them fight tomorrow.” She was interested in the battle. She’d never heard much about Kane Blueriver. But the man had a varied harem, including a powerful Cabbit named Canal. He was going against a female Tamer named of all things Queen Emeraldas. There was a rumor the woman had even named a Cabbit on her own harem the same name as she had. Man, and people say I have a bloated ego! “Besides, these two are supposed to be pretty good, so we’ll find out a lot about them tomorrow during their match.
“Until then: eat, drink, and be merry!”
“But you really should join us!” spoke Pearl. “We fight together, we celebrate together!”
Translation: we want to get you liquored up to get some Taming.
“I’ll be over there in a bit,” she nervously waved off. “I just got to finish checking some things and I’ll be right over.”
“Do hurry, Mistress,” said Ruby, bowing slightly. “You know we cannot hold your food for too long.”
Eyes wide, Lina nodded and turned back to the PokéDex’s mail program, wishing to finish quickly so she could eat as well. It was nice that this world had places where you could sleep and eat all you could handle for free… for just the tiny price of having sex-crazed girls with you and ensuring they got regular doses of sex.
That alone had taken some getting used too. Despite what people at the Academy had thought, she and Naga had not been ‘like that’. Okay, so the girl would get drunk at times and Lina would wake up with her top missing and one of Naga’s rings in her panties. That didn’t mean anything. Maybe she had just gotten hot during the night and robbed her dorm-mate.
Seriously.
What? You don’t believe her? Wanna explain? Nope, didn’t think so.
Quickly deleting the junk mail, she went to the last screen, one that listed any news events with words she had preprogrammed it to search for. Most Tamers used this to trace down news about pokégirls they were looking for, locations of rivals, or for news about family and such.
It was also a reason Lina was studying technology as much as the local magic. If she could take back even a small fraction of what they had here and ‘discover’ it on her world, she’d be even more famous and powerful!
She almost lapsed into her maniacal laugh once again when a story’s headline reached her eyes. Tapping a few buttons, she brought up the full story.
Tamer Missing Two Years Found! Ranma Saotome: “I didn’t know I was missing.” Today, local officials received a shock when missing Tamer Ranma Saotome wandered out of Buggy Woods. Files had listed Mr. Saotome as missing and presumed dead after his visit to the Jusenkyo Spell Dump (click here for articles on ‘Stupidity and Jusenkyo: When Will Tamers Stay Away’ or on ‘Jusenkyo Spell Dump: Suicide or Stupidity’). Sources at the time made this determination from finding the trail of Ranma Saotome and his father, Genma Saotome, entering the forbidden grounds. A search by a local Tamer revealed only the duo’s backpacks. No sign of either male or their harem had been found.
No further search was conducted. According to Officer Mike Slagsby: “I ain’t stupid or paid enough to go traipsing around that damned cursed place. And the damned Head Office won’t send us enough rope, cameras, or bunny-types to go in there and look for them.”
That changed yesterday.
From reports filed by an Officer Jenny, Ranma Saotome somehow arrived in Buggy Woods accompanied by three human females (names unknown at this time) and a Skunkette pokégirl. At which point they were attacked by three Tamers…
Lina paused at that. Ranma was back! True, she had only known the teen for six months before he disappeared, but that had been a great six months—aside from the odd looks he gave her when they talked sometimes. It was like he wasn’t hearing her stories right half the time. Hell, if she couldn’t make it back home, she had been hoping to get him to journey with her—assuming she could arrange an accident to keep his annoying old man out of the picture long enough for them to make a break for it.
AND THE BASTARD DIDN’T EVEN THINK TO SEND ME A MESSAGE TO TELL ME HE WAS OKAY!
According to the local Nurse Joys at Pewtit, Ranma did not get away from Jusenkyo free and clear.
“Mr. Saotome seems to be suffering from acute amnesia. While he remembers bits and pieces of his old life, most of his knowledge is a complete blank.”
“Okay, I forgot… a lot,” admitted Mr. Saotome. “Hell, I ain’t even sure how I got in those Woods. I’m just glad we made it out okay.”
When asked if he planned to continue his Taming career, Mr. Saotome simply responded he would know more after a human girl he was with was out of immediate danger and healed enough to travel.
Lina’s glass shattered in her hand. That jackass was with other girls!?
Okay, it wasn’t like they had agreed to get married or anything. But still, he lost his memories and then shacked up with some group of sluts?
At least he came back without that bastard Genma, she sighed, as she opened up the mail program once more. Locating Ranma’s PokéDex Mail Address, she began typing.
Dear Saotome,
What the hell? You go missing and when you get back, you can’t check your contact list and send me a message! Do you know how pissed I was to hear—
…you were back from reading a news bulletin?
“Miss Lina?”
Blinking as she tried to contain her anger, Lina Inverse, Magical Pokégirl Tamer extraordinaire, heir to the Mana Gym in Blue League—if her sister didn’t take it first, looked at one of her harem. “Yeah, Amelia?”
“Are you okay, Miss Lina?” asked the Kamichu. “You seemed really angry there for a moment.”
“Oh, just found out some bad news,” waved off the Pokégirl Tamer.
“It isn’t about the match tomorrow between Naga the White Serpent and Sexmaster Fibrizo is it?”
“Nah,” waved off Lina. She had the day off tomorrow, as it was another elimination match before her turn was up. She’d either have to face the self-declared Sexmaster, a small teen with obvious delusions of grandeur, or her rival/former lover. And despite what her name implied, Naga neither dressed in white—it was barely able to be called a bikini—nor did she have any serpent pokégirls in her harem or her bloodline. Her harem was mostly filled with Celestial pokégirls, as opposed to Fibrizo’s, which was predominantly Infernals. It promised to be a good match in the Amethyst League Tournament in Ream.
“Don’t worry, Miss Lina,” proclaimed Amelia, taking a noticeable stance. “I promise, even if we must face my sister in the area of battle, we shall do so with Honor and Justice on our side. I shall give it my all, trying my best, and never giving—MMPH!”
“Excuse us,” said the purple-haired form of Xellos, Lina’s Mazouku pokégirl. “Time for a girl-chat,” she smiled, as she dragged the struggling—and for some reason, still trying to give her speech—pokégirl away.
“Is she going to be okay?” asked Gally, Lina’s Alpha Tatmon.
“Xellos won’t kill her,” said Zel, a G-Spliced Galem and an Infernal Lina had yet to figure out, as she sipped her tea. “Suffocate her until she’s out cold maybe, but never kill her.
Standing up, Filia, a Shrine Priestess pokégirl, pulled a large mace from her garter and grabbed the Enchantress sitting next to her. “Come on, Martina. I’ll be darned if I’m going to let that piece of garbage hurt poor innocent Amelia.”
“But I was almost finished with making dinner for Mistress Lina!” pouted Martina, as she was dragged off.
Sighing heavily, Zel stood up. “I guess I’ll finish it. Thousand Gods know we can’t let Gally touch it.”
“Touch what?” asked the blond Alpha, scratching the top of her head.
Sulking slightly, the G-Splice continued with finishing their meal.
Giggling lightly, Lina returned to the PokéDex and her letter. She had been devastated when she had learned the pigtailed Tamer was missing. She had formed such a bond with him all those years ago. And privately, she would admit that she wouldn’t have minded marrying him, settling down, getting the permits to keep all their pokégirls, maybe open a ranch or a dual-gym: magic and fighting based.
Though he did seem to have a confused look on his face when they met, as if what she was saying was the opposite of what he expected.
And now he was back and hadn’t even bothered to write her. I thought we meant more to each other than that, groused the magic-girl Tamer.
Focusing on her thoughts again, she started back on that letter. Loss of memory was no excuse to not tell a love interest you were alive, let alone go traipsing about with three human girls.
Xellos looked through the window, across the street, hidden from the Shrine Priestess and Enchantress as they tried to get the hogtied Kamichu from a nearby tree. The news that had startled Lina enough was easy enough for the Mazouku to learn—Lina never noticed someone reading over her shoulder. It seems as if Mister Saotome has returned. My, this does present a chance for some chaos.
Smiling, she recalled her last orders from Hild about the boy: under no circumstances was the boy to discover that there were in fact two Lina Inverses on this world.
That order had left a lot of play for the Mazouku to use. Sure, she couldn’t allow all three to find out about that fact, but it did allow her to manipulate circumstances for Saotome to meet both in the same city. Of course, the poor boy probably thought Lina either had split personalities or his hearing was going. Ah, such fun.
And now the boy was back. I suppose I can look forward to a summons from Hild-sama soon. She always did take a strange interest in the lives of the Saotome boy and the Linas.
Oh, this does promise to be such fun! She knew without a doubt that as soon as the tournament was over, either or both Lina Inverses would soon set out to physically contact the returned Pokégirl Tamer. They might all currently be in different leagues, but if she remembered the travel schedules correctly, both would be able to make it to Pewtit at about the same time.
I wonder if his return has anything to do with the other Lina’s latest attempt to get home, she wondered internally. That Lina had made a few attempts to use local magic to send her back to her own world, magic that didn’t go unnoticed by the Infernal Community.
And those spells, spells that seemed to tear at the very fabric of reality… Oh, the chaos they sang with. Just thinking about it almost made the Mazouku’s panties dampen… if she had been wearing them.
Oh yes, this promised to add much excitement into her life.
Now she just had to wait for Hild-sama’s summons. And if none came…
Well, those orders expired when Saotome disappeared. She couldn’t very well assume they were still active, could she?
Officer Jolie—fresh from a shower and a change of clothes—made her way slowly to the Police Station. With any luck, they wouldn’t have broken through the emergency seals yet. As such, she might—just might, mind you—have a chance to talk to them and calm them down before they would seek bloody and painful revenge on her for having yet another day of passion with the Eleven-Tamer.
They couldn’t really blame her. The girls had come on pretty strong after all, what with the slipping of numbers and email addresses to him—usually written on whatever undergarments they had been wearing or kept spares of for ‘just in case’ moments. A few of them had nearly tried to paw his clothes off and get a taste of him right there in the offices. Sure, he was great in bed but where was the common decency?
“Can’t blame them too much though,” she murmured. “Thousand Gods know I’d probably do something like that after the run of 2’s and 3’s we’ve been getting recently.”
Plus she had to help that poor confused Tendo girl. That much repressed emotion and animosity was never a good thing, especially when it was inside a girl not yet through puberty. Some scientists thought such traumas could raise a girl’s chance of Thresholding into an Infernal; and they had enough problems already with such pokégirls.
But that wasn’t going to happen now. Nabiki Tendo’s issues were gone, she had bared her soul to Ranma, and now it was likely the duo would be happy for a long time.
Well, as long as something didn’t happen to Threshold her into a Psi-Dyke. She never knew it to happen, but a brother of a friend whose sister dated a guy who delivered mail to the Mayor told her it had happened.
Thinking back on that… she wondered why she had believed that in the first place.
“Made it,” she muttered, as the lights of the Precinct shown through the darkness.
As well as the destroyed armored door at the main entrance.
“Oh damn,” she muttered nervously, looking around for any angry coworkers… or red beams of light from a laser-scope. “Where are they?’ she asked, looking around desperately—a large part of her wishing the pigtailed Tamer was around to hold her.
You know, that’s not a bad plan, she thought, fear abating as libido grew. “Well, no reason to stay here.”
BOOM!
Slowly turning her head back towards the direction of her apartment.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That place was rent controlled! Rent controlled!”
“Okay, who added the extra explosive to the door?”
“I added five ounces, just like you said!”
“I said five grams! Not five ounces!”
“Damn it, ruined by failed English to metric conversion yet again!”
“Okay, who let the Growlies set the explosives?”
“Hey!” yelled out a man. “What are you doing to that apartment?”
“Old Man, RUN!”
Shutting his door and shaking his head, Mike headed back to his video conference. “I am never staying here again.” What kind of insane Tamer allows their pokégirls to blow up the entrance to an Officer Jenny’s home? “Damn brats, no sense of responsibility these days. In my day, we didn’t go doing stuff like that to the Law, not unless we wanted to end up with a set of tits of our own,” he grumbled.
“What happened?” asked Ray, a producer/director/distributor/occasional actor of the porn industry.
“Some damned girls breaking into the apartment of an Officer Jenny that lives down the hall from me,” replied Mike, easing his old frame back into the chair before the large viewer.
“Then we better hurry before they show up at your door asking what you saw,” joked Ray.
“Nothing illegal here,” smirked Mike. “So, did you go through those clips I sent you?”
Ray nodded, his left hand typing away at a nearby computer. “Oh yeah; great stuff. Even that male alone was top quality. The female—Kasumi?—was a nice addition.”
“So can they sell?” asked Mike. Discovery fees were always pretty good, since it took a lot to get people who could have sex anytime they wished to actually buy videos of it. They had on average a shorter shelf-life than your average idol, but they burned just as bright in the eyes of the public.
But the pink-tipped Goddess was too perfect not to try and share with the world … for a modest fee of course.
“Maybe,” said Ray. “Pure human couples are pretty rare, so there is definitely a market for this.”
“Rare my ass,” snorted Mike. “You know just as well as I do that there’s plenty of them out there, they just either don’t like dick or they settle down with some lucky asshole and start popping out kids.”
“Which is why some who will do this on camera are pretty rare,” said Ray. “I have to admit; right now I’m very tempted to offer them a contract.”
“Why tempted?”
Ray looked around nervously. “You know damned well why I’m only tempted,” he muttered.
It took Mike a moment to remember: Porn Mafia. Many of the stars that didn’t burn too brightly too quickly had a lot of power in the industry. And any person could tell you that any power comes with the possibility of corruption. Those scourges that had cornered the market on all things pokégirl and porn... a secret criminal society active not only in several sexually-charged fields but also tending to exercise sovereignty functions – normally belonging to public authorities – over a specific territory...
In fact, some rumors it was also believed they were the force behind the male ban at Cerulesbian City. Only males of ‘certain talents’ were allowed in. And more than a few had disappeared.
Unlike groups like Team Rocket or even the more extreme Team Trauma, the Porn Mafia knew where the real power lied. It wasn’t with politics—most people couldn’t give a dead man’s balls about who was in office as long as things went smoothly.
It was sex. On this world as it had been since Sukebe, sex ran the world. It kept pokégirls tame, provided people with services they’d normally have to pay for such as fire departments and law enforcement, provided food, transportation… everything in this world revolved around sex.
And the Porn Mafia sought to control as many facets of sex as possible.
Mike frowned. “Damn it, Ray, is this what we've been reduced to?” he asked with a snarl. “People are desperate for the ability to enjoy porn in the privacy of their own home without paying an arm and a leg or even some service to the Porn Mafia...” the old man sighed. “It's why many young men, myself included, had to become Tamers. We weren't well off boys to say the least and the only way we could get to see any titties, booties, and pussies in action was to sign up and becoem protectors of the League.” Sure, he could have gotten some in the Milktit business—and did before his equipment stopped working—but it was still something that required work as well as dangerous situations.
Few people actually knew how dangerous a Milktit farm could be, even fewer believed it.
His eyes narrowed. “You know how dangerous it is, Ray. I lost my three best friends in the first two years of our careers as Tamers! All because we just wanted a little action that was nearly ‘free’. We weren’t out to make big names for ourselves, we just wanted some cunny: is that so wrong!?” True the guys had been a few sluts shy of a harem but they still hadn’t needed to die like that. “Hell, I made sure your old man and you knew better so it didn’t happen to you.”
The man on the other end of the vid-phone's face was solemn. “I know what you mean,” he told the old dairy farmer. “Do you know how many times I wanted to get my hands on some good porn when I was a kid but it was always out of reach? The prices were too high or you had to pay monthly fees of some sort. It's why I became a director and producer of porn in the first place but...”
“You discovered the truth and now find those bitches squeezing your nuts,” the Milktit Rancher of Fortune Farms replied. “And I'm willing to bet in more ways than one...”
Slowly nodding his head, Ray took off his sunglasses. “It's so hard, Mike... so very, very hard...” he whimpered. “I had restarted the whole ‘Girls Gone Wild’ trend that had been popular in the Pre-Sukebe Era, getting human girls drunk and getting them to do semi-consensual things. But...” he brought his hand up to his face, trying to keep from weeping. “They took it from me, Mike! They took it all from me! I thought I'd be safe not using pokégirls but they still took it from me!”
The old man nodded his head, his face looking as if it were chiseled stone. “This is exactly why we have to do this, old friend. We can't let these women endanger the lives of good men any longer! Men should be free to watch sex for discount prices and shoot off knuckle-children in the comfort and privacy of their own homes! Let those who really have what it takes to be Tamers be the Tamers and leave the rest of us to our videos! I could guarantee that the death tolls would finally go down!”
Sniffling once, twice, the porn producer finally brought his sunglasses back to his face. “I don't know, Mike...” he said slowly. "I really don't—”
“Milktitshit!” the Ranch Hand snapped. “You know what you want to do! You've been stuck in their shadow for too long, only hiring the girls they tell you to hire and then giving them half of your hard-earned profits!” His eyes seemed to go distant. “Let these people make the porn themselves and then you distribute it. If you aren't the one making it, the mafia can't charge you. Granted they may still try to muscle you to get their cut but it's less money out of their pocket in the long run and you could actually make a decent profit. Make enough and we can finally break the circle of mafia-controlled pornography! It would be a golden age that hadn’t been seen since before Mao's Revenge!”
Ray was silent for a long moment. He knew his old friend was right. Before 248 AS, before the Tigress Mao Shin Mao broke from her Tamer and started a pokégirl revolt that would span the entire world, porn was plentiful. Why you could buy a magazine for a simple 100 slc; only a hundred slc! Now they cost 1,500 slc and had less pages! The damned Porn Mafia made you thirst for more; less pictures and more peridocials and advertisements! Who the hell cared if there were ten different ways to wire your sound system to a television?
His eyes sparking with the fires of determination the mustached man in a purple terrycloth bathrobe told his old acquaintance, “Send me the video. I'm going to see to it this hits the television markets this NIGHT and that a special DVD and Downloads with extras of the other human girl and the Officer Jenny reach the stores no later than this weekend... and they'll be available at a fair price!”
Nodding his head, a small smile came to the elderly Rancher's face. “That's the ol' El Ray Di Cockteasegro I knew! Your daddy’d be proud!” However, a realization about his friend's words came to him. “Wait... what other girl and OfficerJenny?”
“Didn't you know?” Ray asked his friend curiously. “It hit BoobTube a couple of hours ago. It's on the police's channel...” he whistled. “Man oh man that was so hot! I felt it a perfect joy when you sent me even more; this guy is good and he has such a variety of women he goes after.”
Mike just stared, mouth dry. “Can… can you send me the link to that?”
“Sure,” said Ray, sending the link. “Just make sure those three get ahold of me tomorrow as soon as possible I want them signed under my label before you-know-who tries to sink their claws into them! Those bastards won’t beat me to this gold mine!”
“I assure you, there is nothing for you to be afraid of,” said Ritsuko in as calm a voice as she could get.
“I-I guess,” stuttered Jeremy, as he followed the faux blond down the hallway to the medical wing of the base. He was just glad that Ichi wasn’t allowed to follow him. Somehow, he doubted she would enjoy watching him receive a medical workup.
Actually, he doubted he would enjoy having one done. His last one for high school hadn’t gone that well.
But his mom swore the new one they built thanks to Lendo was state-of-the-art.
It should be, it was that moron’s henchmen that were the reason the old one had burned down into a fifty-foot crater. But at least they’d been able to contain the power core of that giant robot before it nuked the city.
“Right in here,” said Ritsuko, as she opened a door.
Peeking in cautiously, Jeremy took note that the room—aside from a few odd pieces of technology—looked like a standard exam room. A standard exam table—though he wasn’t too thrilled to see the stirrups on the end of it, stool, sink, clean and sterile counter-tops, and… “Is that a milking machine?” he asked curiously.
Damn, he saw Plan C! “Some pokégirls lactate heavily, so much so that unless we milk them, they can be left in a lot of pain.”
“But aren’t there special rooms for that?”
“Yes, but some pokégirls stupidly have it unpasteurized. As such, it starts them lactating. Rather than put them in a situation we already know we can’t trust them in, we milk them here where we can ensure they don’t make the same mistake twice.” Assuming he did any studying of the texts they gave him, that argument would be perfectly sound.
“Okay,” murmured Jeremy, reminding himself that despite what Ichi said, he really needed to start reading those books. He didn’t want to seem like an idiot, after all.
“Now if you’ll hop up onto the table after disrobing, we can get a thorough examination of you.”
“D-d-disrobing?” squeaked Jeremy.
“Yes,” said a confused Ritsuko. “We find it difficult to give a full exam with our patients covered up and all.”
Jeremy just blushed heavily.
“Don’t be embarassed, young man,” offered Ritsuko. A virgin! The boy is a fucking virgin! What in the Thousand Gods happened to stick me with a fucking virgin! About the only good news is that he should shoot off pretty quickly when and if I have to resort to Plan B. About the only good things about virgins was they always shot off quickly.
Luckily however, she still had Plan A, which was good because Plan A could either be explained as a medical necessity or a medical accident. Of course since he was a virgin, she doubted she’d be able to simply hand him a specimen jar and send him to the bathroom to rub one out. He’d be too embarassed to get wood.
This meant she would have to do the part of Plan A she absolutely hated. Ugh, those gloves better be sturdy.
“Um,” muttered Jeremy, looking about nervously.
“Listen, kid,” muttered Ritsuko, wishing she could smoke in here but such might compromise the samples she was hoping to get, “you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before. So unless your dick is a giant tentacle made for raping school girls, then drop the embarassed attitude along with your undies, and hop up on the table before I go get the really big needles,” she finished with a hard glare that had been known to make Bridge Bunnies faint.
Gulping so loud Ritsuko felt it, Jeremy quickly turned around and began undressing. As long as he focused, perhaps he’d be able to put her presence out of his mind.
Of course, that was made hard by her wolf-whistle and the comment about his tight ass. He felt that was really unprofessional.
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