Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 5: Investigations
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Codex Entry: Emulated Minds & Vivian Charybdis Washington
When I woke up the next morning, it was to Reina pressing her gorgeous full breasts into my cock, softly sucking at the tip as she looked up at me with smoldering blue eyes, full of raw lust. She'd already slobbered all over her tits, giving them a light sheen of spit, and my cock pulsed inside her breasts at the extremely pleasant wakeup call. She stared into my eyes, just a hint of smugness in her gaze, as she worked my dick over with her tits and lips like that, slurping and swallowing around my cockhead as her big full breasts squished into my cock.

I groaned, my cock furiously pulsing in her mouth, and reached down for her head. I started off just petting her. I had not been drunk the previous night, so I knew that Reina had no complaints about doing anything I was interested in. "Yeah, suck my cock, you Japanese nympho. You have blonde hair and blue eyes because your grandma knew Japanese girls exist to get bleached by big fat white cocks, and she wanted to give her kids a head start, right?" Reina moaned softly around my cock in agreement, nodding enthusiastically in response to the statement.

When I pulled my hand away from her head, to start tweaking and tugging on her nipples, she spoke up. "I love your big fat white cock in my tight cunt, Maximillian-sama," she breathed out, her voice dripping with need. "Your godly white cock puts me in my place as a teen Japanese slut." (She was eighteen! Legal age!) "I want it inside my pussy again so ba~ad," she whined. From last night, I knew Reina was just dirty talking like that because she really, really liked getting fucked by my cock, but in a way, that made it even hotter. She was doing it to get my dick hard, so I'd fuck her some more.

"Look at these big fat tits," I told her, shifting my hands to take over gripping her tits, mashing them against my cock. She just quivered in response to the pressure, taking in a single sharp breath. "They're actually the biggest tits I've ever had around my cock," I told her, and she let out a hot pant in response. "Is this the biggest cock you've ever had in them?"

"Yesss, Maximillian-sama," she breathed out. "All my exes were tiny. Tiny Japanese micropeens. Not huge white, manly cocks like yours." She squirmed in place as I just mashed her tits around my cock, casually pumping my hips back and forth, my tip inadvertently smearing against her nose, smearing a dribble of pre against her nostrils - and prompting her to immediately come, moaning and jerking in place, her beautiful blue eyes peeling back.

I realized at that point that Becca wasn't around, but Reina clearly wasn't able to explain why at the moment, given her whorish moans. So I just shifted, grabbing her face in both hands and mashing it down into her tits, squishing them against my pelvis. She hurriedly reached up with her hands to keep her tits wrapped around my cock, desperately eager to please as I practically smothered her in her own tits, her tongue eagerly dancing around. I spoke on raw impulse as she quivered in pleasure. "I want these fat tits on call," I declared. "If I call or text, you have to come to my apartment over in Zaun and let me fuck these tits whenever I want, got it?"

She nodded as best she could, letting out a sloppy, slobbering noise that was probably meant to be an 'mhm', but with my dick and her arousal, it came out slurred.

"And! And, to be clear! You have to pay the fare, and! I don't have to fuck your needy Japanese pussy when I get done with them, got it?" I casually smacked her tits to emphasize the point, and she actually came again at that point, going cross-eyed, blue eyes staring up at me with such an intoxicating, obscene look, it was almost irresistible.

At that point, the door opened, and Becca appeared. She caught sight of Reina, gave a cute little smirk, and kicked the door closed behind her. "Breakfast in bed, Max," she said, holding up a bag - it was from Everything Donut. "I can take control of the titfuck while you eat," she added with a vivacious grin. "I didn't know what flavor you liked, so I just bought them all," she said, plopping it down on the nightstand, getting down behind Reina on the bed.

I was definitely enjoying this side of Becca! I honestly had no idea why she had switched from being angry that another girl was sucking my dick, to wrapping her fingers around Reina's tits and practically crushing them into my cock, but I liked it! (My best guess at the time was some combination of her trying to meet me in the middle, her being in love with me, and her being a pretty hardcore sub who was just now finding out how hardcore a sub she was.)

"Thanks, Becca," I said with a smile, reaching over for the donuts and looking through them. I picked out a glazed one to start with, munching down, not caring about making a mess since I hadn't taken a shower yet and it wasn't my bed. Reina just slurped noisily on my cockhead, her tongue dancing around, trying to make sure my attention was on her rather than Becca. "I want a hardcore titfuck. Pound those tits on my cock," I ordered Becca, who grinned even brighter at that. She had insane strength for her size, so she could easily heft Reina up and down by the tits, and the girl in question just quivered and moaned and came from the act.

The consequence of Becca titfucking Reina was that Reina's mouth was now free, so once her orgasm finished, she spoke up. "I'm your teen titfuck slut," she told me, and my cock twitched between her breasts at that. "I'm on call to get my tits fucked by you, and you don't have to do anything. I'm a paizuri onahole," she said, breathing the words out. "I don't mind if you eat while fucking my tits, that's how good your godly white cock in, Maximillian-sama," she told me.

I just enjoyed my donut, getting started on a frosted one as Reina moaned and came again. "Your blowjob machine and your teen titfuck slut," Becca said, a grin on her lips. "Ain't that just everything a guy could want? On call to service your cock whenever, however, you want," she said.

"Myeah," I agreed, swallowing the bits of donut in my mouth to speak more clearly. "You're both - you have to fuck me whenever, and however, I say," I declared. I was just saying whatever dumb thing came to mind, but both Becca and Reina nodded readily. "Suck my dick, give me a titfuck, anal, vaginal, whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want. And! And, if I say so, you have to wear costumes! Like, a maid or a spacesuit or whatever!"

"That's fine by me, Max," Becca said.

"I'm a Japanese slut for big white cock, Maximillian-sama," Reina said, playing it up and laying it on thick - and at that, I started to come, the first few spurts splattering Reina's tits and face. Becca grabbed Reina's head, pushing her down towards my cock, and the Japanese teen greedily gulped down my cum, gulping noisily around my cockhead, heavy, wet noises, little moans and pants of pleasure around my cockhead, her blue eyes half-lidded as she relished my flavor.

When I finished coming - which took a while - I pulled out of Reina's tits. I just got up behind her, and Becca even helped heft her ass up to give me a better angle. "Fuck her as hard as you want, stud." She gave Reina's ass a smack.

"Yes! Fuck me, please, Maximillian-sama! Breed me!" (I knew from last night that she actually had a BC implant, but dirty talk is uninhibited!) "Knock me up with lots and lots of half-white babies, make me drop out of high school to be a teen mom!" I stuffed my cock into Reina at that point, groaning in pleasure at the feeling of her slick sex, especially since she immediately started coming.

Becca leaned up to kiss me on the lips, hungry and horny, tongue dancing around as I fucked Reina absolutely silly. When Becca pulled back from the kiss to let me breathe, she went and grabbed the donuts, handfeeding me so that I could grope Reina's tits as I fucked her.

If Reina had any complaints about the occasional sprinkle or bit of icing or donut dripping down onto her back, she certainly didn't verbalize it. But, she didn't verbalize much other than moans of pleasure and delirious statements of worshipful praise in that position, anyway.

It was honestly a great way to wake up. I fucked Reina long and hard, creampieing her again, then getting a cleanup blowjob from Becca, halfway wondering how long she'd let me just keep her as oral-only (it seemed like the current answer was: forever! Which was insanely hot!). I would have been happy for the sex to go on forever, I did have to get back to work...

When I finally did express that to Reina and Becca, it was Reina who spoke up first. "We can meet up for a date whenever, Max," she said, a warm smile on her lips. "Or just sex. You're really good at it," she told me, rubbing her naked tits into my bicep, a big, horny smile on her lips, and I was super tempted to bend her over and fuck her again. (That's almost certainly why she did it!) "When I said it was the best, I meant it, Max. Thank you."

Becca pushed her tongue against her cheek awkwardly, then spoke up. "He said he needs to get back to work. He'll call you later," she said. "C'mon, Max, I'll pay for the tram," she said.

"I need a shower, first, Becca," I told her, and both girls came into the shower to help clean me off.

I didn't have the heart to stop them, but I did have the heart to keep from fucking them again, hard as it was.

* * *

I had sort of been worried that spending all this time having sex with Becca, Reina, Jinx, and whoever else would destroy my productivity, but honestly, every time I sat down, I was locked in and blitzing through. Everything felt so easy and intuitive, as I mapped out likely patterns-of-life, analyzed teeth and diet, consulted with genetic polymers. Even though a lot of the genes are decayed, I could confirm chromosomal sex determination, and even that the females had heterozygous chromosomes!

Archaeology is mostly about scraping evidence off of wafer thin scraps, which is a big part of what I love about it. Taking almost nothing and turning it into something substantial! It's just exciting, okay? I can't explain it.

I tried not to let myself get too excited, of course. It was always possible that I'd make mistakes in the process.

I was brainstorming thoughts on the hugely lopsided sex ratio. I'd now ruled out some weird sex determination system. Parasites like Wolbachia could sometimes cause extreme sex ratios, and I didn't have any male corpses, so I couldn't rule that out. It was possible the males killed each other, but I couldn't see any particular signs of violence... the signs I could find of the male(s) didn't suggest their bodies were wildly disproportionate in size to the females, like you'd expect from a species with violent competition for mates.

I was starting to wonder if maybe the sex ratio was atypical for the species? A cult, for example, where all the men had been kicked to the curb so the leader could enjoy the women on his own?

Blech. I absolutely got how amazing and fun it could be to have sex with multiple women at the same time, just from doing it for a few days - but I wasn't manipulating them at all! I really hoped it wasn't some weirdo cult leader thing... but, it would explain the good preservation, since they would be hiding from the rest of society, and the complete abandonment of the site, less a couple females, without any signs of violence. People who broke out of the brainwashing to try to live out their lives, or were cast out by the leader...

That thought made me a little sad. Imagine if the last artifact left of human civilization was... I dunno, Jonestown. (Ignore the fact that that's obviously impossible, since that happened like three hundred years ago.) Still, there were plenty of other potential explanations! It could have been some weird radfem-ish commune, where one girl brought over her husband, for example! With alien socialities, all sorts of unlikely-for-human social organizations can occur with greater frequency and less force or manipulation. I had to keep an open mind!

(Sorry if all this discussion is too long, I've actually deleted a bunch of specifics about allosomes and how the best archaeological finds were often hidden in their own day, and more, and... well, this'd be three times as long if I hadn't! I'm writing the papers, so you'll be able to read the preprints soon if you like that stuff, don't worry!)

So I set about making a list of potential explanations, and what signs you'd expect to see, or not to see. I was on Sex-Targeted Bioweapon when my phone started to ring.

It was Naomi Evans.

Her and Vivi were the two girls I hadn't spoken to, since we'd gone our separate ways. I'd started worrying that she had a boyfriend or a husband, given the complete lack of contact. She seemed like a good person, if really horny (which was sexy!) and a bit cold. I'd hate to have ruined her relationship!

I really, really hoped her boyfriend hadn't been one of the three Enforcers who had broken into my room and gotten killed by Becca...

I took a deep breath to try to steady my nerves from that awful thought, and picked up the phone. "Naomi?" I asked.

"Yes. Max. Hello." There was a pause on her end of the line. "I have something I need to talk about with you." Now it was my turn to swallow - had one of those guys really been her boyfriend? I mean, yes, he broke in, but still! I didn't want to have kinda-sorta disposed of the body of Naomi's love after Becca killed him! (Justifiably!) "Can we meet in person? I don't want to discuss it over the phone."

Oh, that wasn't really great... that was really not great! "Why not?" I tried.

"It's just... very personal, Max." A long pause. "It's the sort of thing that we should talk about face to face, not over the phone. I can wait to talk, if you're busy at the moment, but sooner is better than later."

I couldn't just lie to her - that'd make me look even more guilty! "I'm at my apartment on Zaun," I told her. "Room 94, Forward Alcove. I'm just doing some work, but I can pause," I explained.

"Got it. I'll be over soon. Should only be ten minutes or so."

I tried to get back to work... but I couldn't focus on it at all! I was thinking a mile a minute about Naomi, about what I remembered of her, from that morning after. She had big, gorgeous tits. (Slightly smaller than Reina, maybe 5cm smaller or so.) She was extremely muscular in a very sexy way. I got the vibe she was ex-military, but that was just a guess, because mostly she was horny as hell. She was clearly really subby in the bedroom, given that she'd said things like, Fuck my onahole mouth, or whining for me to fuck her, never wanting to be on top... and now I had a hard-on from thinking about that, which wasn't appropriate for a serious conversation like Naomi clearly wanted!

It took less than ten minutes - more like eight. She stood in front of the doorway, straight-backed, arms behind her back. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a cut-off stomach (showing off her great abs, and tits, at the same time), and some loose brown slacks. Her body language shifted subtly as our eyes met. "Max," she said, her voice cool. "May I come in?"

"Oh, sure," I agreed. She stepped inside, and I closed the door behind her. She looked around my apartment, taking it in quickly, then nodding to herself.

"Max. From our brief interactions, you seem like a decent man," she started off. I kept my expression neutral. "To be honest, I think I do like you, as a person. Again, with what little I know of you."

"You also seemed nice," I told her.

"Thank you," she said, though it sounded curt and insincere, like she just really wanted to get on to her point. "Before that night, I had not had sex or gotten drunk for two months. I'm pregnant."

"Oh," I said. The sudden downside to fucking lots of woman was now being thrown in my face, and to be honest, I didn't like it!

"I'm sorry. I am on the pill, but nothing works perfectly. I don't think either of us believe that there was some other man present that night, even if neither of us remember it. So that would mean the child is yours. I'm not demanding anything out of you. I can... probably support a child on my own."

I let out a long breath I didn't know I was holding in. "Okay. Thank you for telling me. I can be involved in the child's life, right?"

"Yes, absolutely," Naomi agreed. She paused for a moment, her gaze trailing down towards my collar bone, her slowly obtaining a certain pink note to them. "I... now that that's out of the way, can you..."

"Can I what?" I asked her, honestly having no real idea. "Whatever you want," I said, figuring that her request would relate to the whole 'father of her child' thing.

"I..." She hesitated, her whole body seeming to tremble. "Don't make me say it."

"Say what? Really, I'll do whatever, Naomi! I'm- I saved money from my cost of living payments during college! I have some savings, if you need money or something, and the grant for this project is already enough for a while, and it'll explode when they learn what I found!"

She looked simultaneously happy to hear that, and unbearably embarrassed. "I have plenty of savings, Max. I was an officer through the whole Penultimate War," she told me, fidgeting as I stared down at her, her eyes currently boring into my chest. "I want..." She sucked in a deep breath through her nose. "My last partner... he was the worst. Truly, the worst. Worse than whatever you're thinking." Her fingers tightened into fists. "I fucking hate him. I want to kill him. If I saw him, I would lunge at him and try to kill him," she explained. "That's not hyperbole. I would try to crush his windpipe and gouge his eyes out." Her breathing was getting more erratic, her expression turning sharp and hateful.

"Um. Okay," I said, and that was enough to snap her out of it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I guessed she really, really hated that guy, and I bet he did suck! But I wasn't him, okay?

"Until that night, I couldn't get him out of my mind. When I'd masturbate, it would always be him, crawling into my head. Fucking me. No matter how much I hated him and wanted him out. But you, Max?" She looked up at me with a soft smile. It looked truly radiant, all the more because of her otherwise cold and hard demeanor. "When I fantasize now, I can fantasize about you, and Donny stays far, far away."

"Thank you," I said, not sure what else to say.

"You're really going to make me say it?" She grit her teeth, and I had no idea what I'd said that pissed her off. "Fine! I'm insanely horny all the time and your cock is the best I've ever had in my entire life, okay?! So, please, fuck me!"

I'd never had a woman just break down to beg for sex like that. Well, obviously, I had had women beg for my cock, those past few days, but Naomi begging for it was more like she really needed a ride to the doctor's office or something: actual, pure need, rather than horny dirty talk. It was really hot, and so was Naomi, so I grabbed her hips and hefted her up off the ground, pulling her against me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she mashed her lips into mine, her tongue going absolutely wild as I carried her into the bedroom. She hooked her arm around my neck, then slid her hand down to my cock, sliding it into my jeans and groping it.

For my part, once I had her on her back on the bed, I just about peeled her out of her pants, enjoying the way she wiggled to get out of them, revealing her slick sex to open air, clit throbbing with need. Her toned stomach was fully exposed with that high-cut shirt, but she reached for it and pulled it off, showing off her sports bra-clad huge tits - which were soon exposed as well, her nipples perky.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me," she said, her eyes manic with need, and I hurriedly got my dick out to meet that request, ramming myself inside her, and she instantly came, her muscular cunt writhing around my cock as her whole body undulated before me. Her eyes rolled around, as her head swayed from side to side, dark hair going this way and that. I held myself inside her, enjoying the feeling of her, and I grabbed the base of my shirt and pulled it off, figuring she'd like something to look at too - given the way her eyes settled on my bare chest in short order, heavy breaths escaping her lips, I was right.

I grabbed her by the thighs and that point, hefting them up to get a better angle, and I felt her body faintly quiver by way of response. Her inner walls milked at my cock, and I started to fuck her again, enjoying the way her tits bounced with every thrust. I didn't know if she was quite as much of a sub as Becca or Reina, so I decided to start relatively light. "You said you were an officer for the whole Penultimate War?" I asked her, and she nodded rapidly. "How old are you?"

"Forty, sev, ehn," she got out, and then came again, her hips bucking up into me, her legs locking around my hips to try to drag me ever deeper inside her.

I thought about asking her more personal questions besides that, but then decided asking them later was better. I should ask her questions about sex, since we were fucking! "You like getting fucked hard?" I asked her.

"Mhm!" She got out. "Can I, ahm," she slurred out, tongue dancing around in the air, and I leaned down at a guess, kissing her right on the lips. Her tongue eagerly slithered around the inside of my mouth, and she came all over again in response, tongue spasming wildly. It seemed exceptionally flexible and long, now that I was comparing it with a somewhat more sober mindset - and sensitive, too! Whenever I slapped it back, Naomi reacted like I'd rubbed her clit, her body faintly twitching beneath mine. My hands went to her tits, groping one in either hand, feeling up the large, full bags of flesh, and she just writhed in pure pleasure, hands coming up to clasp the back of my head, holding me in the kiss as she moaned out her pleasure into my mouth.

When I finally pulled back from the kiss, we were both panting for air, but my hips didn't stop pistoning for even a moment - and by the way Naomi moaned and wriggled beneath me, she didn't want that either. I reached for her mouth with one hand, sticking two fingers on her tongue, and her eyes instantly rolled up in response, her body twitching as she just came all over again, orgasming her brains out. "Your tongue seems really sensitive," I said, as I gently rubbed at it, and she just moaned in pleasure, nodding rapidly. "Really, really sensitive."

"Ferrashio do'," she slurred out, and my cock twitched at that, my fingers on her tongue moving with excitement as I started to ram her all the harder. Fellatio Doll. A form of sexual body modification which causes the tongue (and mouth in general) to act as an erogenous zone. It was the sort of thing you read about in smut, or maybe some risque documentaries or blogs, not something you spontaneously encountered in real life.

Given Reina ("teen titfuck slut"), Becca ("blowjob machine"), Vivi (self-explanatory), and now Naomi's confirmed insanely subby sides... I just assumed I was particularly attractive to submissive women! It made sense, since I was now tall and muscular and big-dicked, which sounded like the kind of thing ladies liked in a dom! Maybe there were some subtle signals I was giving off too? Either way, I played with the inside of Naomi's mouth, actually slowing down my pace inside her for a bit to just experiment with pinching her tongue and rubbing her palate with my fingertips.

She clearly didn't like that, though, judging by the way her legs started to try to jerk me inside her, and the angry, needy, "Fuhck meeeee," that she got out around my fingers, so I roared as I started to pound her again.

"I'll fuck you," I told her, grunting as I pumped away inside her. "I'll fuck you. Thank me for fucking you," I said, saying the first thing that popped to mind.

"Thansh you Mashter, thansh," she slurred out, seeming positively delirious, and the way she just dropped into calling me 'master', without even being asked, without even seeming to realize that she'd done so...

It was insanely hot. My cock furiously pulsed, and my pace increased inside her, ramming away, making her squeal and moan. She didn't stop thinking me, though, letting out slurred, messy noises of gratitude. "Thansh, thansh for fugging me, thansh for fugging this slu'y mommy," she got out. "I'm a MILF now, yehr MILF," she explained. She actually giggled at that point, and I pulled my fingers out of her mouth in response.

She responded to that by latching onto me with her arms, pulling herself up into my chest, and immediately setting to lick and suck at my nipple, tongue dacning around with frantic energy as I fucked her pussy hard. "Shlu'y mommy," she mumbled into my chest.

"That's right. I guess that makes me a DILF," I said, which made her giggle even more manically, slurping noisily on my nipple as I rutted inside her.

"Masher's a DILF," she slurred out, then came all over again, the intensely powerful orgasm made obvious by the way she just gripped and clung and tightened around me, practically compressing her body into mine, her tits getting squished against my bare chest as she came hard in that position.

I just kept fucking her like that, relishing having the cold, muscular woman turn into a giggly subby MILF beneath me.

* * *

Silco watched as the Enforcers entered Forward Alcove... but the main cameras inside were out. There weren't cameras for any of the individual halls, for privacy reasons, but he should have been able to see which hallway they went down, and when. According to a tech he'd consulted, it was just a technical error. The wrong spot was buffered with some junk data, which made the cameras effectively stop recording, until they automatically started a new file at midnight.

He wasn't sure he believed that.

Oh, he was sure the tech wasn't lying to him - the boy would be a fool to do so - but that didn't mean what he said was the truth. The coincidence was too much, even if the footage shorted out just a couple hours into the day, well before the Enforcers came along. If anything, that made it more likely that this was someone's plot. Of course, they'd failed to consider the possibility that an employee at Forward Alcove would recall which hall the Enforcers had gone down... a witness that Silco had ensured would not be passing that information on to the Enforcers. He wanted to handle this in house.

The likely cause was to cripple Zaun, which meant the most likely perpetrator was a recent immigrant; someone who actually lived here presumably wouldn't want to hurt Zaun so grievously. The camera failure suggested they had technical skills, so he brought up a list of all those within the past two years who had a computer background.

Only three. A Japanese man, Daisuke Nakamura; a Nigerian woman, Chidimma Ejike; and a Vivi. The Vivi attracted his attention, given that any EM could get an appropriate body and simply pretend to be a Vivi. An examination of the EM chip's files could easily prove or disprove that, but it was sufficiently intimate that it normally wasn't done. She'd come here with her girlfriend/mistress, who appeared to just be a lucky day trader, one Olivia Martinez.

Daisuke was a young college graduate, recently hired on for some systems maintenance work at the LAN cafe. Chidimma was a mother of five, and had supposedly retired except the occasional gig work. She'd come with her husband, who was here as a geologist, and was currently employed. Olivia and the Vivi showed no sign of doing any work whatsoever, just living off of savings... which was, naturally, more suspicious. People like that could certainly help Zaun's economy, but they were often the troublesome sort. Why would someone that well-off choose to come live here, after all?

Either way, no sense in being anything less than thorough. He'd have his people look into all three of them in person.

* * *

Caitlyn's arms were crossed as she looked at the guy. Just a weedy hotel employee, by all appearances, but he'd been manning the front desk when the Enforcers had come in and the cameras had gone out. On either side of her, she was flanked by two other Enforcers. Zaun contracted out its law enforcement to Piltover, so this was, in fact, her jurisdiction, no matter how some of the locals might have felt. "You really don't remember which hall they went down?" She asked, tapping her bicep with one hand.

"No, sorry, ma'am," he said, seeming genuinely terrified. "I don't even remember them coming in, to be honest."

"You don't remember three Enforcers coming in, twelve minutes into your shift?"

He shook his head. "I read on duty sometimes," he offered. "They didn't talk to me or anything."

She stepped forward towards him, leaning in, and he just gulped. "You read on duty... or someone told you to keep quiet?" She prompted.

"I read on duty!" He repeated the statement with desperate energy.

"The Enforcers can protect you, if someone's threatening you into silence..."

"No ma'am, nobody's threatening me," he said, one of the least convincing lies she'd ever heard in her time as an Enforcer. "I really didn't see anything!"

"Right. And you didn't see them leave, did you?" They'd reviewed the footage of all the exits, but sometimes there were other exits that weren't on documentation. Every wall was a potential door, if you were dedicated enough.

"I don't remember seeing them at all!"

She sighed, shaking her head. "Fine. How often do you vacuum here?" She asked.

"Every day," he told her. "Um, we rotate halls, so each hall gets vacuumed every three days. If people leave, or put up a request placard, we vacuum their rooms."

"I'll take a look through the public parts of the hotel," she told him, and he gulped at that, but didn't look inclined to argue with her.

She took out her eDNA scanner, bending down towards the floor and starting to take some samples. Dozens of profiles were identified, including a couple aliens, but none matched the missing trio. She tried scraping it along the line between halls - in the doors - because sometimes those would get skipped, but no luck.

When people walk through any physical space, little bits of them get left behind: environmental DNA. Skin particles, hair follicles, oils from your fingers, and the like. A scanner can suck them up and link them to known gene profiles. It wasn't hard evidence by any means - any lawyer worth his salt can come up with an excuse for why two micrograms of his client's genes were on the site - but it let pretty much any investigation start narrowing down a list of suspects.

A vacuum cleaner pretty much wrecked carpeting as a source, which was otherwise the best source of eDNA. Walls, though? People didn't tend to clean off walls except for when they got dirty, so eDNA could stick there pretty much forever. It didn't take a minute before she'd identified one hallway in particular as being the one they almost certainly went down, with two separate gene profiles matching the missing Enforcers. She went painstakingly down, running the scanner over every door, every wall, every frame, and especially every doorknob.

Once that was done, she plugged the data into the main system, letting it crank out the locations the trio were most likely to have entered. It was a probabilistic model, since there were so many things that could push the evidence one direction or another - even just a gust of wind could do it - but it was 0.96 isolated down to a cluster of six doors. The center of which was Room 94. It could also be 92, 93, 95, 96, or 97, of course, but 94 had a 0.30 base probability rating. (It wasn't a percent chance, since the actual probability would depend on other evidence; imagine if Room 94 had been filled with cement, the fact that the eDNA clustered there could obviously be ruled out as suggestive. Every detective had to learn this stuff, because it could ruin cases when they got to court.)

Room 94 also had another feature of "interest." The rooms were sound-dampened, but not proofed, and she could definitely hear through the frame of the door as a woman moaned and squealed. She checked the database. The registered occupant of this room was Maximillian Mars Stat, archaeology PhD, 33 years old, fresh arrival on station, having shown up just nine days back for some archaeological site. He'd visited Piltover yesterday evening, and there had been a note about 'height mismatch due to cosmetic work' from when he'd come in. He'd come over with Rebecca Evette Cazares, age 59, modest arrest record in the USA, died August 17, 2223, no criminal record on Zaun.

Well, he was her top suspect. She wasn't going to not question him, just because he was having sex.

She knocked on the door. No response, the woman's moans and squeals continuing. She glanced at the men with her, who just nodded, and she banged on the door. "Open up! Enforcers!" She shouted.

That got the woman to stop moaning. She casually shifted her grip on the eDNA scanner so that it was disguised behind her palm, and waited patiently for the door to open.

She did not expect the man who opened it to look like he did. The correction to his height, sure, he was taller now. But he didn't look like in the photos. You could recognize him, but it was breathtaking, the sheer difference - especially given that the only thing he was wearing was his underwear. "Um, hello?" He asked, looking nervous. It didn't fit with the sensual muscular build and godly visage of his face at all. He was a little sweaty, she thought, but only in the nicest way.

Even though he was... distracting, once the door opened, she had acted on automatic instinct, planting her hand inside his room, pressing the scanner against the wall. It would just look like she was trying to keep the door open, rather than gather evidence. "Hello. I'm Detective Caitlyn Kiramman. I was curious if you knew anything about three Enforcers who would have visited this hotel four days ago," she explained, keeping her voice steady as she gingerly shifted her hand back and forth on the wall, scraping the eDNA scanner along it.

"Uh. No. Enforcers are the local cops, right?" He eyed her forearm suspiciously.

"Yes. I could show you some photographs, if you'd be willing to take a moment, sir," she said.

"Um. I can't really remember seeing any men in particular - if these guys were male, actually, you're a girl so I guess one of them could be a girl? I've been pretty distracted by all the pretty ladies lately. Like yourself." He gave her a cheesy, awkward smile.

It was a jump to assume that the Enforcers were all men, but not that incriminating of one. Most police officers were men; there was just a different distribution of interests and skills between men and women. "They were all male. Take a look at the pictures, and tell me if you recognize them, and I can be on my way," she told him.

"Okay." She withdrew her hand, pulling out a tablet, which displayed rotating images of each officer's head. He looked at each one in turn, swiping along once a full revolution had taken place, then shook his head. "Sorry. I haven't seen any of them. Why?" He asked.

"It's part of an ongoing investigation, sir," she told him. It could be a homicide, or the trio could have decided to lay low here at Forward Alcove... so she decided to clarify. "If you do see any of them, tell them that they need to report in." She stared at him closely, watching his expression. Her AR contact felt like it was itching, ready to catch the tiniest microexpression. Microexpressions were useful data to help an investigation, but humans couldn't reliably identify them in other people - they were expressions that flickered across the face in the time between when an emotion is first experienced, and when it's consciously felt (and thus can be suppressed). "If they don't show up, they'll be considered legally dead, restored from backup, and their assets moved on."

No notable microexpression response. She'd compare that response to the others down this hall - she wasn't sure if it was normal or worthy of note, given the particular situation. "Oh. Well, if I see them, I'll tell them that! Can I go now? I, um, have a guest," he explained, blushing.

"Yes, that's all," Caitlyn said, and he closed the door. She let out a breath as the door closed.

Fuck, that guy was hot. She'd kept it professional, other than maybe the fumble at the start, but Jesus Christ that guy was hot. She felt a bit jittery, as she took a step back from the door, consulting the scanner's results. Only four unique genetic profiles were spat out: Maximillian himself, Naomi Evans, pseudoflesh belonging to Rebecca Cazares, and one unidentified human. Female, lots of genemods, far more than was safe. Some of them dating back just twenty years ago, which meant she was young - but beyond that, she couldn't say more. None of the Enforcers' eDNA inside. The computer lowered the probability of Room 94 to 0.02 with that bit of evidence.

Of course, that number only described variations due to chance. If he'd scrubbed the place clean...

"Right. Room 93 is next most likely," she said, turning around to face it, knocking on it. She heard the inhabitant start to shift inside.

"Who is it?" Came a voice from inside.

"Enforcers," she called out, shifting the scanner back into its place in her palm, ready to snap it out when the occupant opened the door. "We'd just like to speak with you for a moment, sir."

Good policework was legwork first, theorizing second, and she had a lot more legwork to do.

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Max Stat and the Harem Blight - Codex Entry: Emulated Minds & Vivian Charybdis Washington
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An emulated mind (EM for short) is a computer simulation of an individual's brain, as well as various important parts of the body, such as hormones and nerve endings, in order to recreate the person's self. An accurate EM can be produced based on a nondestructive brain scan, produced by micromachines taking "photos" of neuron structures in the brain.

The first successful whole brain emulation was performed in Bangalore in 2113, and replicated by labs in Shenzhen, Tokyo, San Francisco, Seoul, Paris, and Ibadan within the year. This led to an explosion in the development of the relevant technologies, as well as a rapid shift in the legal environment. China developed the New Life Assurance Campaign within the year, moving forward with performing brain scans of the population for backup and eventual use in case of death. Other countries soon followed, including the United States in 2115 with the MINDGUARD program.

One of the issues with very early whole brain emulation was the relatively slow speeds of emulation: the first ones ran at around 5-7% realtime speeds, even when running on top-of-the-line hardware. Developments in relevant physical and software architecture - heavily subsidized by state action - led to the earliest EM chips, designed specially for the purposes of emulating human minds. The first realtime EM chips were produced in Hsinchu in 2118, and continued developments led to increases in the variety of companies producing realtime or faster-than-realtime EM chips, with the Yellowstone supereruption in 2123 only slowing the pace of growth, not stopping it altogether.

In 2122, owing to rising concerns surrounding EMs (both EM abuse and potential domination of biological humans by EMs), all major economies and powers met at the United Nations to discuss a legal framework for the continued development of EMs and EM chips. The result was the Global Emulation Regulation Treaty (GERT), which established international limits on the number and sorts of EM chips that could be produced, as well as ensuring that EMs would be treated as full citizens of their respective countries. Each country is permitted to produce (or purchase from other countries, if they lack the capacity on their own) a number of EM chips equal to 1.05 times their expected death rate per annum. After the Yellowstone eruption in 2123, these limits were briefly voided, due to the decline in global food production and widespread famine; however, they were put back in place in 2127, as large scale controlled-environment agriculture came online and the deaths began to level out to a more regular pace. They were similarly voided for the duration of the First Contact War (March 22, 2200-July 7, 2215) and the Penultimate War (April 11, 2235-April 22, 2255).

EM chips continued to become better over the course of the first half of the 21st century, before beginning to level out in the 2140s, with a top-of-the-line EM chip managing 300x realtime in 2153. The current top-performing EM chip, the Japanese Kagami 4620Z, was developed in 2256 and manages 462x realtime speeds in performance tests, and is about the size of a computer tower. The company is currently working on the 4660Z, which they claim will manage 466x realtime speeds.

Emulated Minds and the Law
Legally speaking, an EM is considered a distinct individual from the person whose brainscan they are based on, as well as a human with full human rights against things such as involuntary experimentation, slavery, torture, murder, etc. They do inherit legal responsibility for any criminal or civil activity committed prior to the scan on which they are based.

In the vast majority of jurisdictions, EMs are not permitted to be privately "forked," i.e. to take a single EM instance and copy it to run on two separate EM chips simultaneously, as two distinct individuals, nor is an individual allowed to start running an EM based on them while still alive. The major exceptions are Japan, where this can be done with psychological examinations, acquiring a license (limited in quantity by the government), and paying appropriate fees, and Ambarisha, which is not a signatory to GERT and is under sanctions due to concerns about the severe degree of forking that is ongoing there (3,523 original EMs as of 2205 became over one billion, though forking has largely stalled out since 2212). Governments are allowed to fork EMs, and use their "excess" EM chips to do so. They often also auction out such rights to various corporations, which are used to copy high-value EM employees (with consent and appropriate compensation).

In cases where EMs are legally forked, both EMs divide all assets between them, involving the judicial system if necessary (e.g. handling large illiquid assets such as a home). EMs who are forked at the behest of the government or corporation are generally paid enormous sums so that neither fork sees their wealth significantly reduced.

Permanently turning off an EM is considered to be killing them under the law in all jurisdictions. This means that even in cases where an EM is found legally liable for self-copying, only the most draconian nations will actually turn them off. As EMs are still guilty of the crimes of their pre-fork/scan self, however, there can be extremely quick executions of forks of those individuals who have already been convicted of such crimes. In 2182, the United States turned off 13 copies of Jacob Juncker, an American radical socialist and revolutionary, after a single brisk trial for treason, for example.

Emulated Mind Platforms
An EM chip is generally installed into a "platform" - a physical, mobile, specially-designed piece of machinery, made to enable the consciousness on the EM chip to interact with the normal world. Most platforms are humanoid, and designed to resemble the individual's biological body. Dysphoria and difficulty adapting are frequent consequences of nonhumanoid bodies.

The most common platform for new EMs is the Keter Type-12. It is shaped to the individual's pre-mortem dimensions. A specially designed, printed set of pseudoflesh is then plastered over it. The pseudoflesh is genetically engineered to resemble the individual's pre-mortem body, and incorporates all soft features such as skin, breasts, penis, nose, ears, and hair. Without the pseudoflesh, the person simply looks like a largely-sexless robot. The pseudoflesh is fed by specialized systems in the Keter Type-12 which turn consumed food into usable nutrients for it (100kcal/day is enough), or is rubbed with nutrient paste if ordinary food is not forthcoming or forgotten. As it is alive, it can recover from minor damage and abrasions that an individual suffers in their ordinary day-to-day.

The Keter Type-12 has ball joints at the phalanges, wrists, elbows, thighs, knees, and ankles, granting improved flexibility. The EM chip itself is shielded inside the highly-durable chest. It is capable of lifting approximately twelve times what an ordinary human male of equivalent height could. It weighs between 15 and 30% more than the person's pre-mortem weight. It is powered by a SMES (superconductive magnetic energy storage) battery, which uses a superconductive solenoid to maintain a charge, and powered by being plugged into a wall. It can be recharged within a few minutes, and the charge lasts for forty days, though earlier recharges are recommended.

Payment for a Keter Type-12 and Laishi 1070X (a 1.07x realtime speed EM chip), or locally-preferred equivalents, is covered by virtually all national insurance plans in case of an individual's death. However, cosmetic alterations, upgrades, and other adjustments are paid out of an individual's own budget. In cases where an individual dies repeatedly, due to an excessive lack of care, they may be placed in 'cold storage' for a period, to reduce strain on the national budget and EM stores from such overuse; the length varies from a few months to years.

Vivian Charybdis Washington is an American best-selling author (of both nonfiction and erotic fiction), philanthropist in the field of EM rights, mother of fifteen, semi-retired adult film actress, former prostitute, and the original mind on which the "Vivi" EMs are based. She currently lives in Anaheim, California, with her husband, Todd King. According to polls done by Maxima, Alita, and World Culture, she is the most recognizable sex symbol in human history. She is regularly voted the most beautiful woman alive, as well.

Vivian was born in Honolulu, Hawaii, on November 30, 2100. Her parents were both enlisted in the Navy and stationed at Joint Base Pearl Harbor-Hickman. She was noted by her teachers to be a bright student, getting excellent grades, though she was also repeatedly censured due to being caught engaging in sexual activity on school grounds seven times between 2114 and 2118, leading to a police investigation into the possibility that she was being sexually abused in 2117, which lasted three months and concluded she was simply extremely sexually promiscuous.

On July 19, 2119, she acquired a copy of her own brainscan from an employee of the Department of Health and Human Services (later prosecuted for his involvement), by means of flirtation, seduction, and sexual activity. As the MINDGUARD program was only in its early stages, and had not even finished fully scanning the American population, security was woefully insufficient.

After spending the next month doing relevant research, starting on August 22, Vivian proceeded to email copies of her brainscan to 3,594 brothels in various countries around the world. Each was accompanied by a brief paragraph of text, explaining in evocative detail that she intensely fetishized being sexually used for men's pleasure, and thought that as EM technology advanced, her brainscan could be used to help service men. During her later prosecution, she would also claim to have been motivated by a desire to reduce illicit human trafficking, arguing that the copying of her brainscan would allow the supply of prostitutes to meet the demand without forcing women into nonconsensual sexual slavery, but this was not part of the email in question.

On November 27, 2119, shortly before her nineteenth birthday, the FBI, in coordination with the Honolulu Police Department, arrested Vivian for her involvement in the illicit EM trade. She was eventually convicted by jury in 2122, but due to relatively lax laws at the time (owing to the novelty of the technology), Vivian served only nine years of a fifteen year sentence.

When she emerged from prison in 2131, at the age of 30, there were an estimated 1,000 active EMs based on her original brainscan. As the years went on, and various illicit EM chips entered circulation from a variety of sources, more and more brothels began acquiring such EM chips, and Vivi quickly outpaced all other EMs involved in the sex trade in terms of the number of instances active. It is estimated that the number of Vivis reached 100,000 by 2150, and some estimates put the current number of Vivis at as high as twenty million. It's estimated that Vivis make up 29% of all EMs involved in the sex trade. Polls suggest that 24.6% of all men, and 1.2% of all women, globally, have had sex with a Vivi, generally in the context of prostitution.

Vivian returned to college after leaving prison, pursuing a degree in chemical engineering and meeting her future husband, Todd King. They were married in 2133, and she ultimately chose not to finish her degree, instead working as a prostitute for various classmates, former teachers, friends, and strangers, with Todd playing the role of her pimp and receiving all the money (at her insistence). She had her first child with Todd in 2135, becoming a "full-time mother," though she continued to have sex for money until 2139, when she moved into the porn industry. She has starred in 3,386 adult films, including 189 solo films, and 894 co-starred with her husband. She regularly engaged in live adult streaming on Tuesdays and Fridays from August 2151 to April 2200, resuming in July 2215 with the end of the First Contact War, and continuing to a "goodbye" stream on June 5, 2238, wherein a full one hundred fans ran a train on her. Her husband was a frequent participant in these streams, though she also had a twice-yearly lottery for a 'lucky fan' to be flown out to personally participate in these streams as an actor. Since her 2238 semi-retirement, she has appeared in three additional porn works, released in 2243, 2249, and 2255.

Vivian wrote a book, Mother of Whores: The Original Vivi, in 2139, capitalizing on the increasing popularity of her EM descendants. It was co-written with three separate Vivi instances, who provided some of their own life experiences to the text. As its popularity climbed, an uncensored version was republished in 2142, which included detailed descriptions of a variety of extreme sexual activities that the Vivi co-authors were involved in. Numerous additional books have since been published based on the experiences of various Vivis. Since 2147, all proceeds from Mother of Whores have gone to The Vivian Washington Foundation, a charitable foundation focused on helping exploited EMs. She has also written a number of erotic fiction works, most notably the best-selling Whorebound series (currently seventeen books) and the best-seller Cuckquean's Paradise.

Vivian's children have been largely kept out of public record, but her pregnancies can mostly be traced through her filmography. Her children were born in 2135, 2139, 2142, 2145, 2149, 2153, 2156, 2163, 2168, 2170, 2174, 2176, 2177, 2181, and 2188. Her husband retired from his job as a chemical engineer in 2142 with the birth of their third child, to assist in raising their children; he has not since returned to work, barring co-starring in some adult films with his wife, as the proceeds from Vivian's books and her filmography have provided the family a comfortable living.

Her husband was drafted on April 7, 2200, during the opening stages of the war; he was KIA in September 2200, during the invasion of Nunangut, and his backup (taken in August of that year) was restored in February 2201, to continue his service. Vivian herself was drafted in 2206, following her youngest child becoming a legal adult. She served as a celebrity speaker to help improve troop morale during the war. Her husband was finally demobilized in 2209, and the pair returned to living together, though without having any more children. According to interviews, during the nine years they spent mostly separated, she had sex with numerous different partners in order to meet her high libido. Her husband has stated he gave her permission to have sex with other men whenever she wanted before he left to serve. One of her children, Marcus Atticus King, died in service on Oct 7, 2202, and the data center containing his brainscan was destroyed by an orbital strike. Three of her other children (Marian, Adrian, and Donald) also died in service during the First Contact War, and two more (Hera and Hector) died as civilian casualties; other than Marcus, all were ultimately restored from their brainscans.

In 2221, she was the editor of the anthology biopic War Whores in coordination with several Vivi veterans, who wrote about their own experiences in various national militaries. Large numbers of Vivis were drafted into service, since EMs can serve in various combat and logistics roles that are more difficult for biological humans to perform. Given her high IQ and mathematics talents, they frequently served in various national service's space forces or engineering corps. After the war's end, a large portion of those demobilized did not return to the sex trade, which has served as a major cleavage in the Vivi population; many who are now out of the sex trade go by "Char" or "Charybdis" by way of distinction. The proceeds of War Whores have gone to the Vivian Washington Foundation since 2223; for the first two years after publishing, 80% of profits went to the Vivi authors, with the other 20% going to Vivi veterans as a small stipend.

Vivian and her husband did not personally participate in the Penultimate War. Two of her children, Adrian and Victor, died serving in the US Space Forces, but were restored from backup (Adrian) and brainscan (Victor).

Since her last livestream in 2238, she has largely retreated from the public eye, though she continues to write erotic fiction at a steady pace. According to an interview in 2249, shortly before the release of her second "post-retirement" film: "I still love sex. I still have lots of it, with my husband, other men, other women... I'm just tired of being the center of attention, especially with the war... it just seems crass. Especially with Victor and Adrian dying. I don't know when I'll get back in the business properly. Maybe I never will."

A 2191 economics paper, Why Vivi? asked the question of why her forks had done so well relative to virtually all alternatives. While forking in the sex trade was already studied (it proliferates due to the relatively low supply of willing female prostitutes, compared to demand), the question of Vivi in particular had only been lightly touched on by that point. The ultimate conclusion of the paper was that it was a confluence of several major factors, including:

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Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 4: Deito
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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.

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