In contrast to a number of other participants, Lydia had already signed off and prepared herself for the race pretty much as soon as she laid feet in Mevalo. Now that she had no one to look take care of other than herself, she could fully dedicate herself to the life of racing, make money, and spend it on herself and her ship.
Ultimately, it was kind of a wasteful lifestyle, but it fit Lydia quite well.
"I guess I could grab something to eat before the race begins?" Lydia thought as she left a body modification shop and grabbed an energy drink from a vending machine.
Lydia found what she was looking for in a food stall where she practically became a regular at this point, selling some cheap, deep-fried... things. "This isn't half bad, actually. Better than the bugs you had last time," she said to the owner of the improvised shop as she munched on the unknown treat. In a world like Mevalo, it was hard to have a full picture of where everything came and went from, but at least there were tasty.
"By the way, who are you betting on, old man?" she asked casually as she watched the pre-race show, gauging the competition, hopefully from a place where they couldn't get a read on her.
"Don't worry about me, boy. I'm just an old man curious about this uproar," Assassin said as he collected a chunk of blasted material to analyse casually, seeeminglyy not eveen paying too much attentiion to the obvious mastermind behind all this.
"That said, I can't help but think that you are an amateur at assassination. In my experience, only the most blundersome would be assassins resort to explosives, to fail while doing that is the proof of a true beginner. Maybe next time you could try not involving others in your dirty business," Assassin said in a completely matter of fact manner, explaining it with the quiet calm of someone who survived many an attempt at his life in the past.
True to Seyrun's advice, the following night began with heavy rain pouring down from the leaden clouds over Mizukino's sky. That, however, wouldn't dissuade the Pageless from their efforts to gather the life force of innocent humans.
"Quickly, gather what you can before those humans come after us! We don't have time to waste," The seeming leader of the group of Pageless that were attacking the workers of a construction site ordered its minions to speed up the collection of energy before Mizukino's protectors arrive at the scene.
As was expected of him, Scheherazade noticed the attack and moved to the place before calling the club members. He observed the situation from atop a light pole outside the barrier that isolated the site from the normal space as the winds and rain splashed against the partially exposed steel skeleton.
"Please come quickly everyone. At least I can assure you I'm not feeling the Darkkeepers' presence tonight. All I can say is that I hope they won't come out tonight, but these Pageless seem a little more powerful than the ones from the other day," Scheherazade said, hoping his words wouldn't be unanswered.
Clair passed out after she was plucked out of the action. When she came back to herself, the blonde thief was already back at the Dangeki. Or at least she assumed the bed she woke up in belong to the bar/inn. After all, where else could she be in the Tower?
"Well, I guess that wasn't a good question. More importantly, why am I like this?" Clair thought as she took notice of her situation.
The first thing that called the thief's attention was her clothes, or rather, the lack of them. In fact, her outfit had been reduced to naught but her — surprisingly girly — striped panties. She'd been denied even so much as a bra to cover her breasts, leaving the pink buds growing from them free to be caressed by the cold air.
It also didn't help that Clair had been bound with an elaborate knotwork, making it next to impossible for her to even try to conceal her private bits or escape without any assistance of her thievery implements.
"I don't know who did this, but... couldn't you at least give a girl a chance to prepare herself before going straight to the good part?" Clair said out loud, looking around the room, trying to find whoever left her like this. Meanwhile, she continued to twist and turn, trying to loosen her bindings. However the more Clair tried, the more she felt something grinding against her panties, wedging the soft cloth into her untainted flower, making her gasp with every movement.
"This is so distracting—damn!" Clair said to herself. If only she could get a blade or even hairclip, she wouldn't be in this pickle for much longer.
"Hehe, and here I thought a thief was always ready for anything," a very known voice came from the other side of the door.
A moment later it swung open, the mop of blue hair topped with twin cat ears that came through it left no doubt of who the perpetrator was. Clair didn't even need to look at Cait's wide smile to know it.
"What are you doing, KitKat? If you asked nicely, I wouldn't have turned you down. But I guess this is going too far, isn't it? Also, what's that you have there?" Clair asked, regaining her usual composure after knowing it was Cait's deed. She didn't know the cat was a prankster like this, but maybe she should have expected that from a feline.
Cait closed the door behind her and made her way to the thief with a brisk pace until she reached the bed.
"Come on, you know what this is, don't you? A thief like you must have been captured and disciplined more than once before," The cat said as she dangled a bright red ball gag in front of Clair's surprised face. "I hoped you wouldn't wake up before I came back with this. It would have been quite the prank to see you struggling bound and gagged. But I see you are at least liking the other present I left," Cait said as she tugged at the rope, wedging it even further into Clair's slit.
"Ugh! Hey, come on, KitKat why are you—Mhmmph Mhmmph!" Clair tried to ask another question but before she could finish it, she found her lips being sealed by a strawberry-tasting rubber ball. Now that she was bound and gagged, the thief was completely at the mercy of her feline captor.
"Hoho~ Wasn't you who asked me out earlier? I'm just making sure to do as you wanted," Caits said as she crawled on the bed on all fours, looking at Clair with the mischievous eyes of a hungry predator. "Also, there's someone else who asked me to give you a present you wouldn't forget, but you'll have to wait and see who that one is," the cat said as she took her time playing with Clair and changing her bindings to keep the thief's legs forcefully spread, leaving little to protect the blonde's precious garden.
"Hmmph! Hmmph!" Clair tried to protest in vain. Her face became as red as the gag she chewed on when her legs were split and her hands tied behind her back, but at the same time, a smirk was still discernible on her lips as she tried to enjoy her situation... Having Cait treat her like this wasn't bad at all. In fact, Clair was beginning to wonder if she wasn't having a lewd dream right now. If that was the case, she might as well enjoy it while it lasted. Still, even her best smile couldn't hide the surprise about what came next.
"Now then, let' get to the real good part," Cait said in a catty voice as she stopped toying with Clair. The blue cat pulled the thief's panties aside, baring the soaked pink flower underneath.
"Looking good so far. Now it's time for the taste test," Cait said as she dived in to eat Clair's pussy.
The coarse feline tongue sent shivers up Clair's spine, making her arch her back instinctively while trying to wrap her thighs around Cait's head. Nevertheless, the ropes forbid her from doing the second, leaving Clair with little to no option other than buck and heave, feeding Cait with as much of the thief's nectar as she could take and then some.
"Pwah! That was good, now let's get to the main show," Cait said as she then unzipped her shorts, letting her well-endowed cock slip out of it like a blade out of its sheath. "What's the problem, kid? Have you never seen one of these? Well, you're lucky then, 'cause I'm about to teach you all about it right... now!" Cait said as she aligned her cock with the tightly guarded entrance of Clair's flower. As soon as her member was found its way into the hole dripping with the thief's nectar, Cait plunged in all at once.
"Mhmmh!" Clair barely had time to let out a surprised grunt after the cat's revelation before she felt a hard thing rubbing against her bare flower. A moment later a stabbing pain made her arch her back and bite down on the gag with all her strength. It only lasted a moment and the next thing Clair felt was the sensation of being really full down all of a sudden, but not in the same way as if she had eaten to the point of bursting. No, it was her very core that had been stuffed full of feline cock.
Clair could feel it pushing up against her squeezing flower, every curve and vein popping up as well as the fat tip kissing her deepest place. Even if this was her first time, Clir had to admit that having a dick split her innermost places wasn't as bad as she thought. Especially when Cait began pulling her back, spreading a strange feeling up Clair's body as the thick shaft slid against her entrance and causing Clair to trash and turn wildly again when the feline's tip hit her most sensitive place.
"Oho, you are liking this more than I thought. Good thing, because I'm loving it too. I don't think I'm gonna let you go any time soon," Cait said as she continued to fuck Clair with admirable skill.
"Your friends aren't coming back yet, so we have all the time in the world for us. Don't think this is going to be the last one," the feline purred in the thief1s ear as she finally reached an explosive climax, painting Clair's folds with her hot white milk.
"By the way, are you sure you aren't an elf or something like that? You're so good and tight down here that it almost feels like you're a certain someone I know very well..."
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By the time everyone was back at the bar, Cait and Clair were already done with their business. The establishment's owner acting as if nothing transpired at all.
Meanwhile, the thief was now finally free and taking a bath. Despite the events that happened in the last few minutes, Clair was actually feeling better than pretty much ever. When she was done cleaning up and going back down, she was almost a different person not just because she had done her hair in a different, wilder, style but also because she had a different aura about herself.
Ever since Clair had been bitten by the mysterious dark serpent back at Victoire's, she had been feeling weird, but now she was better than ever. She was certain the next floor would be interesting.
"Don't worry, I'm the one who should be apologizing for coming at an inappropriate time," Seyrun said after Yuzu apologized for the rude manner the boy—apparently named Yuri—took his leave.
Once her business with the library club was concluded Seyrun turned her attention back from the outside to the smallish girl before her. "Very well, then, I suppose I should be the one leaving now. I hope we can meet again sooner rather than later," she said after signing the necessary papers.
"By the way, I hope you've brought your umbrella today. It's going to rain really bad later," Seyrun said to Yuzu in a casual, but sure, manner as she left the club members to their own devices.
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"I suppose we can go back to our issue now. I know that asking for your forgiveness is too much, but if there's anything I can do, please tell me," Scheherazade said in a dejected voice, almost as soon as the club's unexpected visitor went away.
"I'm fine, Saber. It would take more than that to take me down," Xiaoyu said to assuage her Servant's worries. She assessed the situation, taking note of the others' reactions before pulling a phone and fumbling with it for a moment before managing to dial an emergency number with a great deal of effort.
"You can do as you wish, Saber. Just keep in mind we are common citizens here," the smallish Master said as she observed chaos take over the fast-food junction.
"We should help those we can, Shou. Lend me a hand here while our Servants deal with the rest," Xiaoyu said to her classmate as she proceeded to help some of the victims get out of the debris, after noticing another girl doing the same. She hoping he would be able to help her with any heavy lifting.
"I hope you don't mind if I help these ones as well," she said to the fox magecraft user.
After a quick triage, Xiaoyu slapped some life-preserving talismans to the victims that were in the worst condition. While prolonged exposition to their curse would end up turning them into zombie-like beings, the powerful effect Xiaoyu's magecraft had on metabolism would allow them to hang on to life by the finest thread until the proper emergency services arrived.
Assassin
"Ho?" Assassin let out in a voice that sounded more amused than worried when the Master of the mysterious Lancer shut him down. "Trust me, boy, there's nothing for us to gain in getting involved but that's not an option anymore," he added as he heard the explanation.
"I've been the target of many assassination attempts in my time. I know very well no one is that persistent—or brazen—about taking another's life if there's no reason for it. Whether you want to illuminate us on it or not is of no consequence. We have been involved and will be so until this incident ends," Assassin said as he stepped away from Shou for a moment, heading into the kitchen to investigate the case further after ascertaining that his Master was indeed safe.
"By the way, you seem to have some excellent form, Lancer. If by any means we are allowed to meet in better circumstances, I wouldn't mind crossing spears with you," Assassin said in a completely casual manner as he disappeared into what looked more like a scene out of some war thorn village from a historical drama than a kitchen from a modern restaurant.
@ShadowSunRisen You're ok. Though, knowing the procedures, you should have posted her here on the OOC first for a final evaluation, I guess. Anyway, what's done is done, you can leave her on the CS tab now.
Even as an outsider, it wasn't hard for Seyrun to pick up the weight of the atmosphere in the club room. They were in a deathly silence for a few good seconds before one of them finally addressed her after all. Moreover, the first to do so earned a raised eyebrow glare—a look of amusement—from her. A boy? What was he doing in an all-girls academy like this?
Seyrun steeled her countenance again, but before she could speak, a much younger girl interrupted the boy's not-so-inconspicuous attempt to get her out of the room. "Not quite, but that's close enough. Se-i-run is closer to how it should be. At any rate, yes, it's this one. A lovely volume indeed, I didn't think I would find a copy this far away from an old, musty French library," she said as she returned the book—which was clearly titled with the French name Cendrillon written in time-faded letters—to Yuzu.
While she waited for the smaller girl to finish her clerk work, Seyrun took a good assesment of the club room. Her gaze went over the boy closest to her, to the bespectacled girl and the even younger one—a middle schooler perhaps?—all the way to the half-closed window where Scheherazade stood observant and silent.
"The wind in this city... it's a very gentle one, isn't it?" She said in a wistful voice as she gazed outside, past the—invisible to normals—magical guardian with a smile so subtle one wouldn't be at fault for thinking Seyrun was pulling her best impression of La Gioconda.
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