Chapter 819: Bath House Teasing
*Bing-Bong*
No, no, no. We are not skipping this, you have to rip the band-aid off and abuse the fact we have an “R” rating for reason.
|But this is a razor thin line!|
So?! The amount of F-bombs you drop in any given chapter is enough to make any content creator attempting to read this shit for views get demonetized in a literal heartbeat.
|We can get away with cussing and violence because people are weirdly okay with that. Hell, that’s why there was a Rambo Saturday morning cartoon! Sexy stuff gets a lot more scrutiny for some reason.|
I’m fairly certain you get away with it this one time, just use flowery language.
|Fine…this part would be better with visual aids, I hope you understand that.|
I do, but we don’t got the funding for that.
|Not yet…|
*Bing-Bong!*
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[Alright girls, I think you’ve played with our guests long enough. I think it’s time to finally get what I need from them, don’t you?]
[D’awww, are you sure we can’t play with them for just a little longer? They’re just oh so filthy!]
[Well…I suppose it can’t hurt…tell you what, y’all have fun playing with them even to the point of breaking them!]
[Really? Truly?!]
[But…I get the last one standing, okay?]
[Yes ma’am!]
[Well…last one with their hips intact.]
…
“Oh, I can’t stand it anymore! Come here!”
[Ah! Mister, that’s sensi-ah!]
“Damn girl, you’re so warm that I can’t help but want to melt into you.”
[I don’t know about that…you seem to have something hot and hard down here yourself…]
“Step on me harder please.”
[No problem, sir. I’ll make sure to use just the right amount of pressure too.]
With their desires enflamed by the luxurious spa treatment, the curvaceously beautiful forms of their assigned attendants and the heady, spicy aroma of some unknown flower floating amongst the clowns of steam, Victor, Simos and Graff couldn’t help but finally let go of their inhibitions and succumb to their most basic desire of [Lust].
The trio began to heavily grope their respective partners in their preferred ergoenous zones while rubbing their respective throbbing members against textures that were contradictorily soft and rough all at the same time.
The attendents for their part didn’t scream or fight back as the three former criminals began to pounce on them like wolves. instead, they seemed to encourage the behavior the best they could .
[Sir…]
[Mister…,]
[Harder.]
A moan here, a bitten lip there, a sudden cock of the thighs and a twist of the wrist later and these men were absolute putty in the hands of these [Lust] fueled advanced zakos.
In fact, the [Lust] in the room was so thick at this point that Victor, Simos and Graff were just about to cross a line that there was probably no return for.
“Hey…”
“Mind if I just…”
“It’s only fair that…”
[Go ahead.]×3
Needless to say, what happened next cannot be detailed in fear of changing this book’s rating.
Instead, we’re going to shift our focus on a pair that was going to ry and put an end to all this debauchery, or at the very least, make it so that the source of it doesn’t cause any additional trouble…more or less.
…
[Huh…]
[Hmm? What’s up, Spring Brawler?]
[It’s nothing, Screamira, it’s just…Paralust is more or less kind of like me, right? A kaijin but not exactly a complete one, yeah?]
[Yeah…,] Screamira replied while internally afraid about where this line of questioning was leading towards.
[Then how come she’s able to pull off shit like this?,] Spring Brawler asked while tapping the walls of a hallway they were currently navigating. [Is there some innate benefit in having a core develop before the body or something?]
[Oh…maybe? I think that’s something to ask Logos and Pathos about though.]
[Fair enough…seriously though, how is this place so much bigger on the inside than the outside?]
In the inner hallways of this strange indoor bathhouse, Screamira and Spring Brawler were doing their absolute damnedest to be sneaky while trying to find the source of this madness, Paralust.
Unfortunately, they were having a massive bitch of a time in doing so.
[Wait… didn’t we already go down this hallway?]
[I don’t think so,] Screamira said as she shook her head in response. [I’ve been leaving marks every time we turned a corner. There isn’t one here.]
[That either means this place is much bigger than we had anticipated or someone or something is messing with our progress…great…]
When Spring Brawler and Screamira saw this indoor bathhouse, they immediately understood that Paralust’s nature had managed to convert a part of the library to bend to her will in the same manner as it did to Logos and Pathos.
The two spirits would regularly change the overall aesthetic of the library at a moment’s notice, adding and deleting rooms as they saw fit.
The Kaijin and proto-kaijin weren’t entirely sure how or why, but Paralust had managed mimic this ability as well…at least to an extent.
Whenever Logos and Pathos did their thing, the changes to the library were seamless to the point of giving the impressions that the changes implemented had always been present.
Paralust’s changes, however, were a touch less refined.
If one were to take a closer look at the walls and floors, they would see vestiges of the original book shelves and flooring that belonged to the Library of Nowhere.
[Wait a minute…]
Which is exactly what Spring Brawler managed to notice after staring at the wall for longer than he had anticipated.
Going off of a hunch, Spring Brawler walked up to one of the walls and began to run his hands across it, noticing how the presence of books seemed to lessen if he went in one direction versus the other. In that moment, a lightbulb went off in his head.
[Screamira, look at this wall and tell me what you see. Noticing anything weird?]
[Huh? Well…all of the books are placed behind a glass case to prevent the moisture from damaging them?]
[That…actually, I didn’t notice that so that’s kind of interesting, but no. What I’m referring to is the prescene of books or lack thereof. If we go down that way, there’s a lot of books appearing on the shelves, but if we go this way-]
[Then that means there are less books, meaning that the changes are more pronounced and that my other progenitor is more likely in that direction.]
[Yes! Exactly!]
[Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!]
[Yeah!]
With a clear direction in mind now, Screamira and Spring Brawler decided to throw caution and stealth out the window and go rushing towards where they thought Paralust was located.
After all, the longer they took to find and stop Paralust, the more likely that she would do something… irreversible.
As they ran down the hall of the pseudo batthouse though, Spring Brawler couldn’t help but to ask a question that had been fermenting in the back of his metallic head.
[Hey, Screamira…are you sure you’re up to do this?]
[Hmmm? Am I up to do what?]
[Well…most of us technically don’t have any parents or family except each other and the ringmaster. You on the other hand have the very rare connection that, on a massive technicality, have a parent in the form of Paralust…sort of.]
[And your point is…?]
[Well, I read a lot of books up until now that touch on the idea of characters fighting for or against their progenitors and parents, and there was always some level of drama mixed in. Hell, we just got back from a trip where our ringmaster and his clan had to fight their own family members, some of which wanted them dead. Are you really okay with the idea of us fighting and possibly destroying her in the process?]
[That…huh.]
In total honesty, Screamira had never really thought about the fact that Paralust was technically her “mother” on some metaphysical level.
Paralust may have created her base zako form, sure, but everything else wasn’t her doing.
Her core came from an old war veteran’s collection, her skills came from the library and her loyalty was to her producer, Zhen Liu.
For all intents and purposes, her “parents” were multiple people and now one of them were threatening the existences of the others.
It was her duty to subdue Paralust and she was glad to do so…but she’d be lying to herself if she wasn’t a touch hesitant now.
‘Loyalty to one’s lord or loyalty to one’s source…how peculiar…’
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*Bing-Bong*
…
|What?|
Don’t “what” me, you coward.
|Hey, I said I’d write it out, I didn’t say it would be good.|
Bullshit, that was a cope out.
|No it wasn’t, it was an implied sex scene, there’s a difference.|
Boy, I have seen your erotic fanfiction and erotica collection and I know damn well that you’re able to-
|Wait a minute, back that statement up. What did you just say?|
I just said I have seen your erotica collection and-
|No no, how did you know about the fanfiction?|
Uhh…POCKET CHILLI!
|AH! MY EYES!|
*Bing-Bong!*
