Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 12: Vivi, Under New Ownership
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Vivi's pussy tightened up as Max just casually lifted her up off the ground by the throat. If she'd still been meat, she'd probably be unable to breathe from his hand around her throat, but instead she just felt the casual strength with which he moved her around. He carried her into his bedroom with a single hand, and she couldn't help but let out a hot breath, an animal noise of desire that was just a simulation of what meat would have done in this situation.

His fingers tightened a little around her throat, and she just whimpered at the feeling. It was a nice distraction, being held up in the air like this. "You're a Vivi," he said, his voice having a sharp, recognizable quiver to it. "Other than that first night, I've never been with one." She nodded dumbly, licking her lips as he held her in the air like that. She let her arms and legs dangle down, enjoying the feeling of being at his mercy. It didn't take away her concern about Olivia, but it helped push it into the back of her mind. "How far is too far?"

"Ah, I've never been pushed too far," she told him, which was the honest truth. "The only horror stories from other Vivis I've read are killing, wireheading, and forcibly restoring from backup. Everything short of that sounded like fun."

"So, what, if I popped your head off right now, that would be fine?"

She was pretty sure the AV systems in the head had a wireless backup, so if he popped her head off, it'd run on battery for hours, and she could watch him fuck her headless corpse. "Mhm!" He licked his lips, and let go of her throat - she just hit the ground, landing on her knees, while his hands went to his waistband, and her gaze was naturally drawn to his bulge, his cock bouncing free in front of her.

All her anxieties and worries about Olivia oozed out of her pussy as her thoughts stuttered to a halt, the thick masculine scent of that perfect cock clogging up her brain so thoroughly that there wasn't any space to worry about Olivia. The term orchid cock bubbled into her mind, her mouth falling open as she stared at it blankly. He just casually grabbed a tangle of her hair and stuffed his cock straight down her throat, her arousal spiking as his scent and flavor coated the inside of her mouth and nostrils.

He held her down there. If she'd been meat, she would be choking right now, but at present, he just pressed her into his pelvis, crushing her nose against bone. Her eyes peeled back, looking up at him, drooling around his cock, and he didn't even look at her, at this point, just casting his head back with a groan.

"Fuck," he breathed out, just grinding her mouth into the base of his cock, making her slurp and suck on his dick like that. Her head swam at his flavor and girth, her pussy getting wetter with each passing second. "Fucking - actually," he said, seeming to come to his senses. "Actually! You're just using me for emotional support! You just about ghosted me after that night, and now you come over asking for me to be nice to you by fucking you, isn't that right?"

She nodded. It was a brainless action, an automatic response to the owner of the godly cock currently wedged down her throat - but it was also the truth. He gripped her by the hair and tugged her off his glorious, wonderful, perfect, divinely-inspired cock, and she whimpered as the thing just throbbed in front of her face, smelling so nice, looking so good, her pussy just oozing all over her panties. "Ple~ease, Master," she whined out, and his cock twitched at that word. "Master, Master, I'll be a good sex toy for Master, please jerk off with your fucktoy's mouth, Master, own me, use me, it's what I'm for, it's what I wa~ant," she whined, and his cock casually slapped against her cheek, dominant and forceful.

"With how much of a needy bitch you're being, you should be paying me for this. You think just because you're hot, I'll fuck you for free? I can fuck lots of hot girls!"

"Sorry, Master, I'll pay, I'll pay, I'll be a good girl and pay for Master's cock." Her thoughts were a drone, all centered around one core insight: I need his cock inside me rather than outside of me, it smells so good, I need it so bad.

"I was in the middle of work on this site, my stipend for the year is about a hundred million, that's fifty k an hour," he explained to her, and she frantically reached into her pockets, pulling out her phone, eager to pay him. "Double it because you didn't schedule ahead. A hundred thousand. And if you take more than an hour, then I'll charge you for a whole extra hour, got it, you needy little fuckdoll?"

"Yes, Master, got it," she agreed immediately, and he let go of her hair. She dove down his cock, holding up his phone to him, and he casually took out his own phone - even as her thoughts remained a fuzzy mush, a buzz of incoherent arousal, her throbbing clit-brain still knew that she needed to send the money to get to keep sucking his cock, so she hurriedly opened her cash app and wired him the money.

"That's a good, well-behaved little cocksocket, paying for me to use your mouthhole," he said, casually starting to fuck her face on his cock. "Take off your pants and panties - what was it Olivia calls you? Puta?"

She wriggled her way out of her pants and panties as fast as she could. If she hadn't been currently in a lust fugue from having the sexiest dick in the world brutally fucking her face, she would have said that puta was Olivia's special name for her, and she'd appreciate it if he came up with his own nickname. Instead, she just nodded dumbly around his cock, her cunt soaking wet in record time, despite the fact that he hadn't touched her at all. "Yes, Mistress calls me puta," she agreed.

"Alright, puta," he said, casually forcing her down onto his cock. He ground her nose into his pelvic bone, making her twitch slightly, an autonomic response that didn't make any sense, considering she no longer needed to breathe. "Start playing with yourself. I don't really care about making you feel good, so I want you to take care of yourself."

Her pussy throbbed at those casual, disdainful words, and her hand immediately slid in between her thighs. She couldn't even start to frig herself properly before she came - she was so aroused from the cock in her throat and Max's rough treatment that the merest brush of her fingertips along her slick sex sent her over the edge, her hips pumping at the air as her eyes peeled back in their sockets, tears of joy escaping them.

"You know what? I don't want to waste time on you," he told her, the words casually contemptuous, and that also sent a hot throb into her core, her finger in her cunt becoming more active. "Come on," he directed her, holding her head against his pelvis as he started to walk backwards towards the bedroom door.

It was awkward to follow after him - her position didn't let her crawl or walk, instead just shuffling on her knees, scraping along the floor of his apartment, giving up on playing with herself as she clung to him for balance. Still, she did it happily, letting his cock roll around the inside of her throat, letting the flavor of his dick pollute her thoughts as he dragged her all the way back to his desk, pushing her casually under it as he sat down in the chair. He pressed and shifted and scooted the chair in, so that his balls slapped against her chin, so that she was captured in the tight confined space under his desk, meant for just his legs but now being used to fit his cocksocket.

The cramped feeling of being held down there, like that, sent sweet waves of quiet pleasure through her body. She had come to Max for comfort, and he had made her pay money for the privilege before stuffing her under his desk to use as a masturbation aid while he worked. That thought also sent gentle, pleasing waves through her body as he started to casually pump his mouth up and down his length, her throat swelling, her pussy clenching, her clit throbbing. She heard his free hand clacking away at his keyboard, seemingly unconcerned with what was going on down there.

His foot shifted forward. She realized he'd lost his shoe at some point (had he even been wearing it?), and now his bare foot was rubbing at her cunt. He was practically stepping on her pussy, and it was enough stimulation to send her over the edge, making her come around his cock all over again, vibrating and moaning and drooling as she orgasmed hard.

* * *

Even though I had objectively the most desirable woman in human history on her knees under my desk, sucking my cock and slurping and moaning whorishly around my dick, I found it surprisingly easy to get some work done. She had actually paid me, so any annoyance at her interruption had faded to the point that using my computer like this honestly made me feel a little bad.

The fact that she was currently doing her best to grind her cunt into my foot as she came her brains out did help. If she was bothered by me getting a little work done as she sucked my dick, she didn't show any sign of it. Her throat just casually swelled around my cock, again and again, letting me use her mouth and throat as I basically jerked off with her mouth.

I honestly expected to be so distracted by her (very skilled!) mouth that I wouldn't be able to get any work done, and then I'd drag her back to the bedroom and fuck her brains out. Instead, I found it shockingly easy to get my work done, with the biggest obstacle not being the pleasure from between my legs, but the fact that I only had one hand to work with. If anything, I was in the zone, being productive as my eyes flicked over analyses and charts and data, trying to find signal in noise, highlighting and making hypotheses and ticking away notes.

She was quiet as I worked, happily letting me use her like a cocksocket without any words whatsoever. It was nice. If she wasn't already taken, I might have considered just making her move in with me at that point - idle fleeting thoughts of her cleaning my apartment in a sexy maid uniform added to my arousal, but they didn't take away from my productivity.

Honestly, looking back, I'm pretty sure I was more productive with Vivi acting as a masturbation aid than I'd been before she showed up, and I finished my work after half an hour or so. Vivi herself was moaning and twitching on my dick as I spared a glance back down at her, her face a total mess, her hips brainlessly humping my foot by that point.

"Look at you," I said, casually grinding her into my pelvis, an imitation of choking her on dick. "You're married and you're sucking my dick like this."


"I'm not married, Mistress never married me~e!" She squealed out the last word as another orgasm hit her from my heel grinding into her pussy, her eyes peeling back so hard that only the whites were visible.

"What?" I dropped completely out of dominant mode at that, just sort of grinding her mouth into my pelvis. "Haven't you been together with her for decades? She still didn't marry you? What, is she stupid?" Vivi just glugged wetly around my dick, swallowing rather than responding. I frowned. "Answer me, you dumb fucktoy, or I'll take my cock out of this needy throat of yours."

"I'm not Olivia's equal, I'm her sla~ave," Vivi moaned around my dick, spasming as she came all over again.

"You can be her slave-wife. Is she stupid? She's got a hot, obedient fucktoy like you, and she doesn't put a ring on it?" I was dropping back into dominant mode, though I was worried that this topic might be too far. I slid towards the target. "Maybe I'll do it instead, what do you think of that?" I asked her, grinding her into my pelvis. Her pussy just casually ground against my foot. "I asked you a question, cocksocket. Answer." I peeled her up and off my cock, her tongue dancing in the air as my dick loomed over her face.

"Master... ahm... ahn... if I marry Master...  then I'd be Master's wife... Mistress might be upset..." she explained, sounding nearly drunk - but the answer wasn't a 'no.'

"Yeah? Maybe I'll just make her marry me too. How about that?" Vivi's eyes were focused utterly on my cock, her head seeming utterly empty, but she didn't argue. "Yeah. That sounds good, doesn't it? You and Olivia, lesbian lovebirds turned into loyal cocksockets to a superior male specimen like me, isn't that right?"

"You're always right, Master," she sighed out, and I rammed her face right down my cock again.

I stood up, forcing her to crawl-walk after me like earlier, shuffling on her bare knees. If she'd been meat, I would have been worried about carpet burn, but since she was metal, I could just drag her along without concern, eventually plopping down onto the bed. "You're both really hot," I told her, and she nodded around my dick dumbly. "I'd love to have the pair of you kissing around my cock. How's that sound?"

"Mhm," Vivi moaned out happily, her eyes lidding softly as she started to play with herself, frigging her pussy with so much energy her upper body vibrated around my cock. It took no time at all for her to come.

* * *

Vivi's brain had dribbled out between her thighs. Her hand in her pussy was hard at work. Her thoughts had degraded, going from verbal to nonverbal, shifting from a sapient being to a compliant, bestial fucktoy, ruled by her cunt. "Yes, Mistress, kissing me, around Master's cock," she agreed, the words coming out naturally as she drooled around his massive cock.

Her head was empty other than what was in her mouth and throat. She was a compliant cocksocket. She didn't want to be anything else. Pleasure raced up from between her thighs, as she had her mouth used. Her tongue licked with long years of experience, while her mouth just continued to drool saliva in copious quantities, dribbling out onto Master's cock. She moved on automatic, but luckily, automatic knew how to suck dick like a pro. She orgasmed in increasingly rapid sequence, a combination of Master's wondrous perfect divine cock, and the feeling of utter domination. She was a receptacle for cock. A plaything for Master to use and jerk off with. She was glad he liked her throat.

He looked down at her casually, treating her like a thing as he jerked off with her mouth. His expression was that of a somewhat-disappointed dominant, but her mind wasn't interested in restarting enough higher functions to understand why. She just sucked harder. Slurped harder. Licked harder. Master's hand held her hair near the roots, the movements of her head up and down occurring entirely at his direction. She couldn't intensify the pace of the facefuck, so she just did her best to get him off with her tongue, lips, and throat.

He still hasn't come. That thought was verbalized, bubbling from the depths of her deeply-buried conscious mind, and she started to suckle and lick and slurp more insistently. "Come, Master, come," she breathed out. She liked to make her partners feel good, and even now, that instinct came to the forefront. She had sucked his cock for what felt like a pleasant eternity, her brain dipped in a soup of arousal until every wrinkle had been filled up with mind-clogging desire, yet he hadn't orgasmed even once.

He popped her off his cock at that point, and she whimpered, an animalistic noise, her tongue dancing hungrily in the air, requesting his cock or his seed or whatever he wanted to give her. Instead, he dragged her up by the hair, rolling her onto her back as he got atop her. His cock teased at her pussy, and just the brush of that perfect vision of masculinity against her lower lips sent sparklers into her brain.

"You're my cocksocket now," he declared.

"I'm your cocksocket now," she repeated, her voice soft and smooth, knowing that Master wanted her to say those words and not really caring about their actual meaning. Meaning was for girls whose brains hadn't oozed out of their cunt as they turned off all higher thought.

His hand reached up for her neck, teasing her throat. "You belong to me. You're my property. You'd rather service and pay me than see your Mistress."

"I belong to you," she intoned. "I'm your property. I'd rather service and pay you than see my Mistress." The words came out before she could actually consciously consider them, and there was some tiny noise of complaint from the dim, fragmented mess that was her conscious mind at this point - deeply submerged in the warmest, most honey-sweet subspace she'd ever been drowned in.

He rammed his cock inside her at that point, and she came, hard. Whatever scattered thoughts had been pulling together, trying to figure out what was wrong about what she'd just said, were blown apart with high explosives inside of her mind. She became a cocksocket as pleasure raced through her body, and he rutted away. "She was kind of rude to me," he said, casually tightening his grip on her throat. It didn't actually asphyxiate her - she didn't need to breathe - but it still made her pussy clench, hard. Her thoughts continued to ooze out as he fucked away. "No, a bitch. Apologize for your ex-Mistress being a bitch."

"I'm sorry for my ex-Mistress being a bitch," she said, and then came again, squealing and spasming as his fingers tightened up on her throat, his pace inside her getting harsher and rougher.

"She'll need to apologize for being so rude if she wants to fuck me again, you tell her that, alright? Apologize properly!" His roar rattled around the inside of her skull, and she just dumbly nodded as the mattress squeaked beneath them. Pleasure hit her again, an orgasm in the midst of orgasms.

He spoke of her and her mistress in casual and degrading terms. Her thoughts were pretty pink mush, not even striving to solidify into anything coherent again. Her body bounced and jerked on the bed, both from his rough use, and from her own constant orgasms. He tugged her top off, leaving her completely naked beneath him. He groped and played with her tits like stress balls. He choked and slapped her. He tugged on her hair and twisted her around into a new position every so often, continuing to call her all sorts of cruel names.

Cocksocket. Fucktoy. Living sex doll. Life-sized fleshlight. Masturbation aid. She was all those things and more. She nodded along with each word, agreed with him whenever he told her to, and just submitted to all his groping, squeezing, and molestation, as he got out all his urges on her.

At some point in there, her mind stopped consciously even taking in his words. Her eyes became half-lidded, and her only response to his words could be moaned assent. He could have said anything, and she'd have nodded like the dumb bitch she was, moaning how much she agreed with whatever he said.

Then he pulled out of her, and her head lolled around, trying to find his cock as it twitched above her stomach. Its marble white beauty contrasted with her own dusky shade, but she couldn't even think of what would be the best thing to do for Master, the best way to please Master.

The first coherent thought that bubbled into her brain came from a realization that she wasn't experiencing the pleasant sticky feeling that came with being a good fucktoy for her owner.

He still hasn't come.

Her hand reached out, her mouth opening and closing. "Ahm, ahm," she moaned, as her fingers found his cock, slick with her juices. "Ahm, please," she said, eyes unfocused as she looked at that beautiful thing, imprinting its size and girth on her mind, twisting and leaning forward to finally just wrap her lips around it again. "Ahm," she said, trying to find the right word. It was like searching through a deck of cards for the Queen of Hearts, but done in slow motion and in molasses, her brain offering unrelated words. Cock. Slut. Suck. Blowjob. Throat. Titfuck. Cunt. Pussy. "Come," she finally found at last.

"Say please," he commanded, looking down at her with an expression of total power.

"Come," she whined. "Please come."

He blew his load at that point, hot, sticky spunk coating the inside of her mouth, and she just shuddered softly, closing her eyes as she relished that wonderful, warm sense of completeness and contentedness that came with making her partner orgasm. She let Master pump her her up and down his cock steadily once he finished coming, enjoying his taste and the way he stayed hard.

* * *

Vivi had gone through a transition during sex. The term I'd seen used online to refer to it was subspace - basically like a meditative trance of getting fucked. Vivis apparently did enjoy it, and she'd come over wanting to stop thinking about stuff, so not thinking about stuff to refocus on my cock sounded good to me.

I fucked Vivi in every position I could think of. Mouth, tits, cunt, ass - every part of her body was for me to use, and she let me. I just manhandled her into whatever position I felt like, fucked her, and said whatever degrading words popped into my head. Various increasingly impolite statements about Olivia hadn't gotten more than stupid agreement from her, so I twisted her around and around, enjoying the feeling of control and domination.

It was like she really was a sex toy, just a thing I repositioned in whatever way got my dick the hardest. It was kinda fucked up, but I really liked it when she'd say I was better than Olivia. I knew it was just dirty talk for the bedroom, but thinking about breaking up a lesbian couple got my dick super hard. "I love my Master's cock more than I love Mistress." "Mistress should become a cocksocket like me." "I want Mistress and I to become Master's living fuckdolls." "I want us to get married to Master's cock in frilly white bridal dresses and then kiss around it."

I completely lost track of time as I enjoyed relentlessly using her body - and then her phone went off. I pulled out of her, leaving her face down and ass up, to go find her pants, wandering through them to locate her phone and pick up the call. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Detective Caitlyn Kiramman," came a female voice. I instantly placed the name: she had been investigating the dead Enforcers - and had proven to be a total cumslut in a buzzed foursome with me, Becca, and Reina. "This phone number is listed as belonging to a Vivi?" By the way she spoke, she didn't recognize my voice over the phone. That was reassuring, since it meant she wasn't calling for me.

"Yes, she's a little indisposed right now," I explained, glancing back at her. She just quietly quivered on the bed. "I can pass on a message?"

"I would prefer to speak directly to her," Caitlyn said. "Preferably face to face. Can you get her presentable?"

I felt a heat hit my cheeks. Was I that obvious? Oh, wait. She was a Vivi. Obviously if she's indisposed and a guy picks up the phone, it's a safe bet she was fucking him. "I can try." Her body was lightly coated in spunk by this point. "She'll need a shower..."

"Please see that she gets it. Where are the two of you? Assuming it is just two," she added. "Again, this is the sort of thing I'd rather talk about face to face, rather than over the phone."

Time seemed to telescope for a moment as I contemplated the question - then I realized that lying or hiding it would look way worse, and I genuinely had nothing to do with whatever the cops wanted to talk to Vivi about. "Room 94 of Forward Alcove. Um. We've been fucking for like... three hours," I said. I was pretty sure it was three hours and fourteen minutes, but that sounded too exact. "If something happened in that time, Vivi was with me."

"I see. Room 94." She recognized the number, that was obvious by the way she said it. "You're the current occupant?"

"Yes, that's me."

"I'll be over shortly."

* * *

Caitlyn hummed to herself as she stared down the hallway. She'd recognized the location, and yes, it was the same. Maximillian Stat. The man who was a person of interest in the (effectively defunct) murder case involving Rodrigo, Hector, and Taiwo. Whose apartment had Unsub-Blue's eDNA on the inside.

An individual whose eDNA had also been at the scene of the home invasion and murder of Olivia Martinez. A murder that had also seen a Charybdis, outfitted in a Camniel 3-A with a personal Exerter, killed.

He had, presumably, been fucking Vivi while that happened, but it was quite the coincidence that it had ended up this way. Kill her girlfriend to secure the woman herself? The story of Darren killing Nnamdi to steal his wife bubbled to mind. She'd even told Max that story, though she really hoped Max hadn't been inspired by it.

Just in case, she'd made Officer Taiwo Ibiyemi come along. He was the brightest of the trio of murdered Enforcers. Not that it was saying much - those idiots were close friends, drunks, and borderline incompetents. "Officer Ibiyemi," she said, her voice sharp. "Stay quiet and keep your eyes open. You are just here as muscle, but if you do recognize anything, then tell me after we stop talking."

She hadn't mentioned she suspected he'd been killed in Room 94. Knowing this moron even by reputation would let you know that was a terrible idea. The tall Yoruba man simply mutely nodded, accepting her suggestion, and she knocked on the door to Max's apartment. "Hello? I'm here to speak to a Vivi," she called out.

The door opened at that point, and there was Vivi. Max, too, standing a ways behind her, looking awkward as their eyes met.

Caitlyn kept her gaze steely as she turned her eyes back to Vivi. "Ms. Washington. I have some matters to discuss with you. Is there a good place to sit?"

"Um, I can pull out a couple chairs," Max said, hurriedly rushing to do so. He easily hefted four different folding chairs out of the closet, planting them in the middle of the room, which was otherwise very sparse. Vivi sat at one, looking defeated - looking like she already knew what this was about. Max seemed oblivious. He could read the mood, but clearly had no idea why it was so dour.

Maybe it wasn't killing the girlfriend to get the girl? Maybe Vivi orchestrated the killing, to get with the boy? Olivia Martinez had been armed to the teeth, had a personal security Charybdis, and had a decent amount of cyberware, so it was plausible she wasn't the sort of woman you broke up with too easily...

"Ms. Washington, do you know why I'm here?" Probe. Let the suspect incriminate themselves.

"Is it the same reason that Olivia didn't pick up when I called her?" Vivi asked. Ah. If she'd called Olivia after Caitlyn's own call, maybe out of concern, or maybe some weird sub thing, that would explain her dour mood.

"I'm afraid it is. Olivia was unable to answer your call, because she is deceased as of about two hours ago." Max looked shocked at the news, whereas Vivi looked resigned and depressed. "Do you know anything about this?"

"No," Vivi said.

Caitlyn wasn't even slightly convinced, but she didn't push too hard, just taking advantage of the excuse for a nonconfrontational interview to pick and poke at the pair's alibis. She'd need a warrant for a proper search of Max's computer to confirm he'd been working on it; Vivi's phone would have had location history, too. The cameras at Forward Alcove could be grabbed as easy as asking, though the suspicious deletion of a certain important one related to Rodrigo, Hector, and Taiwo came to mind as a reason not to consider them entirely trustworthy.

She glanced Taiwo's way as she conducted the interview; at some point, he had taken out his own phone and was either texting or playing a video game.

My God, you are such a lazy prick.

She hadn't told Taiwo that they suspected this is where he had been murdered - not wanting to risk him doing something stupid - but he didn't show even the slightest sign of doing his damn job.

"Something the matter, Detective Kiramman?" Vivi asked politely.

"Ah, nothing," Caitlyn said, turning her attention back down to the woman in question. "Your mistress-" that was the term Vivi used to describe the late Olivia Martinez, "-had another fork of Vivian Charybdis Washington."

"A Charybdis. I know. I recruited her."

Now that was something she could check easily. Getting records from the late Charybdis would be trivial. If Vivi hadn't actually been the one to recruit her, that was a huge and bizarre lie, and would tell her to look harder - if Vivi had been the one to recruit her, though... "Why did you do that?"

"I was worried about Mistress. She, ahm, can be prickly."

"Was there anyone in particular she had been prickly to, before this?" Caitlyn considered asking after Unsub-Blue, to gauge Vivi's reaction, but decided to hold back. For one thing, she could always ask later, if this transitioned into a proper interrogation; for another, Unsub-Blue was probably not out there sporting blue hair, but instead wore a wig or dyed her hair.

Admittedly, the splattered, unidentifiable mess of a fake body disagreed with that theory. While the face had been blasted beyond recognition (and by Charybdis's gun, fired from Charybdis's hands, as far as she could tell, so it wasn't Unsub-Blue trying to cover her tracks), the hair was blue. Long, too.

"No one comes to mind."

"How long ago did you hire her?"

"Recently."

"Less than a month?" Vivi nodded. "What prompted the hiring?"

"...there was a previous incident," Vivi said. "Mistress shot a hole in the door. She said it was nothing, but I was worried."

"I see."

Truth be told, Caitlyn didn't see. The pieces didn't quite fit together. The dead Enforcers and the dead Olivia had to be connected somehow - the coincidence was too big otherwise - but she couldn't figure out quite how.

And who the hell was Unsub-Blue, and how did she fit into this?

Once the interview was concluded and they had some modicum of privacy, she spoke to Taiwo. "Office Ibiyemi, did you recognize anything at all in Room 94?"

"I mean, I'm a man, Detective Kiramman. I've fucked a few Vivis in my day. Normally she's not blonde, though. I think she looks better with her natural hair."

"Besides the Vivi," she said, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice.

"Oh. No."

Caitlyn sighed, returning to her notes.

There had to be something she was missing. Probably, Max is fucking both Vivi and Unsub-Blue? Lovers quarrel between the pair? Then why are the Enforcers dead? Is Olivia part of Max's little harem? Seemed plausible. If she was? Unsub-Blue gets rid of her so Vivi can be his? So then why are the Enforcers dead?

Rotate it around. The Enforcers die because...?

Because?

That was the hard part. Any theory could easily fit around the death of Olivia Martinez. She needed one that explained the death of not one, not two, but three Enforcers. They vanished from Room 94. (Probably. Almost certainly, now, with the Unsub-Blue connection.)

There wasn't any such thing as magic. That meant that there had to be a simple, logical, mechanical explanation for everything.

Admittedly, the motives of the involved parties didn't have to be logical. The Unsub-Blue could be imbalanced enough? Why had the Enforcers gone to Max's room in the first fucking place?

"Detective?" Taiwo asked her, as she glared at him.

She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Just lost in thought."

That had to be the key to cracking the case - and she still didn't have the first clue.

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Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 11: Misfortune & Darkness
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Jinx was in her workshop, idly rolling a ball bearing on the table as she imagined various potential designs. Sometimes she wished she was on a rockball, just because then she could make stuff that was big - in the tight confines of Zaun, there just wasn't the space for anything really fun, like a tank or an aircraft. Only teeny tiny drones.

Don't get her wrong, she still liked teeny-tiny drones - especially when they exploded - but there was more to life than that.

Her phone buzzed. Naomi. She answered the call with her AR. "What's up, sister-wife?"

"Excuse me?" Naomi asked, her voice sharp.

"Sister-wife. Should it be sister-breeder? Breeding buddy? That sounds pretty good. Buddy's a little too male though... breeding sister? Breeding gal pal?" Naomi was surprisingly uninterested in interrupting her running off on a random tangent. "Anyway, pole sister seems inadequate when you both got knocked up by the same dude. What's up, my fellow MMLF?"

"I'm afraid to ask."

"Mother Max Loves Fucking, duh," she said, a grin on her lips. "Seriously. You must've called for a reason, right?"

"Yes, I just..." Naomi sighed loudly on the other end of the line. "You're really pregnant?"

"Yes, I am really pregnant." She popped her lips as she idly tossed the ball bearing into the air, catching it with her foot, clenching it between her big toe and the next one over. Index toe? She actually didn't know the name. "Duh. Why would I lie about that?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, you know, mommy-twin," Jinx said with a grin. "You're the one who got me dragged over for a threesome, remember? Max's dick is the best. Objectively. Seems like the kind of guy who's not quick to abandon the mother of his children, too."

"There's more to a relationship than sex."

"Yeah, and he's a nice sweet boy toy in addition to having a megadick that makes your brain ooze out of your cunt. Smart, too. 'parently Zaun's sitting on some mega-cool archaeology site. Did he mention that to you?"

"I don't remember any details, but I think so."

"Yorp. So, smart, sweet, prestigious, nice, gonna be rich, juuuust got done with his PhD so he's dateable but there's probably no hidden downsides, fucks like a god. So, that's why I would pretend to be pregnant. Not that I did."

"Explain that bit about the PhD?"

"Sheesh. Didn't you call me for a reason besides explaining every little thing?" Jinx tsked.

"I was confirming you were pregnant."

"I could just lie again. Are you talking around asking me if I want another threesome? I can do one whenever. Betcha he'd have a hard time saying no if two hot-to-trot babes showed up at his door."

"The PhD," Naomi repeated.

"Right. So, problem with dating older guys - well, you should know this, but... over time, the good guys get taken, right? Guy finds his special someone, they get married. Could happen at 20, 24, 27, whatever. Every year, the number of good guys in that age group declines. The shitty guys, though, they keep dating, right? They get married, but then divorced, 'cause they smack their wife around, or cheat, or whatever. Or they can't even convince a chick to marry them, which is saying something, because the same logic applies to shitty gals. The older a guy is, the more you need an explanation why he's not already taken - and a PhD is a great explanation. No time to date when you're working on your thesis. He's now stuck on a shitty little middle-o-nowhere station with a population of like, eighty k? Best time to put a ring on it, Naomi. Never gonna get better."

"I'm not interested in getting married right now. I have something I have to do."

"Yeah? While pregnant, even?"

"Yes. While pregnant."

"Must be real important."

"It is."

Jinx huffed. "I answer all your questions, and you don't answer mine? So mean. I feel hurt. I thought we were close. Pole sisters is one thing, but the sacred bond of getting pregnant by the same guy during the same orgy? That's a bond so few women have."

"You didn't ask a question."

"Fine, what's up with you?"

"You know what - I have to go. Ask me in person when we next see each other," Naomi said, then hung up.

Weird response.

Well, they'd see each other again, next threesome.

Hm. She pulled the ball bearing out from between her toes as she thought it over. Could she make a sex toy to outdo all other sex toys?

No, wait. That already existed, and his name was Max.

* * *

Olivia hung up on Jinx. Her Naomi voicechange mod had worked. There was no sign that the other woman had any suspicions, and she'd successfully managed to inject the worm over the course of the call without any apparent response from Jinx herself. It wasn't hard at all to keep the idiot babbling - she really liked the sound of her own voice.

Now she had access to Jinx's AR, and it was time to work out how to kill the bitch. Right now, she was alone in some kind of workshop - but Olivia had no real idea of the layout of the surrounding area, since she'd only just started watching. She set her computer to record, and set to work finding more data about Jinx via her AR.

...it took about two seconds for her to actually out-loud gasp at what was hooked into Jinx's AR. She had to double and triple check, flicking through subsystem after subsystem, but no, it wasn't some funny labeling scheme. Jinx had root access to what looked like virtually every single camera on the entire station - though not the ones that Charybdis had installed in the outside hallway. She didn't just have root access, she'd also used that access to install a program that automatically edited her out of video feeds, replacing her with one of several dozen replacement models or just scrubbing her altogether.

In other words, every single CCTV auto-purged her. It was actually insane. It couldn't even be that good of a disguise, since the way it was set up, at least some of the time, she would appear as a white guy on one camera and an Asian girl on the next, at the exact same time. Anybody cross-referencing them would notice something was up immediately.

Which - along with the root access itself - meant it was basically dead certain the bitch had connections in the local government. There was no way a hack this blatant could go undetected for longer than, like, a week. Olivia had found this shit within minutes, and yeah, she was better than your average code jockey, but come on. It was so obvious she was pretty sure that even somebody with zero technical skills might be able to find it eventually.

None of that really changed any of Olivia's plans. She'd watch Jinx, wait for her to be alone, and then... she glanced to one side.

The Keter of her was a spare, meant for Vivi if something happened. Olivia would have to buy a new one, because she'd cracked it open and rearranged the guts. Where an EM chip should go, she'd added remote access, as well as a copious amount of plastic explosives. It was standing upright, wearing one of Vivi's virgin killer sweaters, a blank, neutral expression worn - though, for Vivi, that tended to look like she was smiling just a smidge. The opposite of resting bitch face.

She turned her attention back to her monitors. Right now, she could see everything Jinx did through her AR. She'd learn the bitch's patterns, and then Vivi would 'stumble' upon her, and...

* * *

"Oh, Jinx!" Jinx immediately recognized the voice, pausing her walk to spin around and face the other woman. Vivi. She looked surprisingly not-pissed, but then, Vivi wasn't very neurotic.

"Yo." Turns out that it's awkward talking to your pole-sister nine days after you point a gun at her girlfriend. Who knew?

"I'm surprised to see you here," Vivi said, approaching her slowly. "I heard from Naomi that you're pregnant - can I feel the bump?"

Something was off about Vivi's movements, and Jinx casually walked backwards a few steps to keep her distance. She checked her AR, and nobody else was around ready to take a shot or anything, so it was Vivi? Vivi could kill, the Charybdis were proof of that, but while something was 'off' about Vivi's movements, it wasn't emotional. "No bump yet. She's pregnant too, so..." Alarm bells were ringing, so Jinx took out her gun. "Alright, stop walking towards me," she said, pointing the gun at Vivi's torso. "Something's fucky."

Vivi's expression flickered through emotions as she raised her hands up. "Sorry? Jinx, I'm not angry. I know Olivia started things, sending those guys after Max." There was definitely something wrong with how Vivi was moving. It was more than just her being awkward or scared. Your basic instincts are programmed to notice when people don't move right, it's a natural defense mechanism against ebola and shit, and right now, Vivi wasn't moving right. "I thought that you had resolved things? If you don't feel like you have, I can just go."

"Guilt trip. Nice." She wasn't actually going, after all. "Take two steps back."

Ah, that's it. Vivi moved to obey, but it took the wrong amount of time. Her face looked right, her words sounded right, her body moved right - just too slow.

Latency. There was a trace of lag in her reactions, like she was getting everything a fraction of a second late. "Something wrong with your chip?"

Vivi tilted her head to one side, but once again, the reaction took longer than it should have. "I don't think so? Why do you ask?" She glanced down at her torso. Those movements there were fluid and immediate, since they all chained on one another. Vivi poked herself.

Yeah. Jinx knew what was going on. She shot the Vivi body's leg off, and the thing tumbled to the ground. It just hit the ground, facefirst - the hands didn't manage to respond in time to keep herself from faceplanting. Jinx herself took quite a few steps backwards, checking her AR. "I warned you, Liv. One act of sisterly mercy, that's all you get, and you blew it with this?"

"I don't understand."

"It's a fucking remote access chip, do you think I can't tell when I'm not talking to a person?" In fairness, most people probably couldn't, but c'mon. Jinx had mentioned her extra neurons, hadn't she? "You're even dumber than you look. Should've just let your brains dribble out of your cunt and become Max's personal bangmaid or something. Everybody would be happy that way, but nooooo. You had to go and do this," she said, letting out a long-suffering sigh. She pointed her gun at the Vivi's head, and blew that away too, a spray of electronics splashing around, the fungoid pseudoflesh coating her body splattering in an ugly way.

"I can't see. Jinx, I'm not-"

"Oh my God, you're found out, this is so fucking boring, these are your last words to your nemesis, and that's all you got?" She fired again, this time aiming for the cavity where Vivi's EM chip should be - and the Vivi promptly exploded, which did surprise her. She was far enough away that it felt more like a loose wave of heat and force. Except for a few lacerations and minor stabs from various bits of the Keter. "Motherfuck. Shrapnel, fuckin', bitch," she spat out, gritting her teeth.

* * *

Olivia could admit the assassination attempt had gone poorly - but she was still hooked into Jinx's AR, so she could watch the bitch's every move. She had headed back to her workshop, ducking and weaving through traps that Olivia tried her best to categorize, wrapping up the various cuts with bandages and gauze before finally rummaging through drawers to pull out a neat little box which contained what looked like a cockroach.

"Now, fly, my pretty, fly," she declared, cackling a little as the thing took flight - and her AR provided picture-in-picture of the drone flying off. With one hand, Jinx effortlessly controlled its flight. If Olivia hadn't seen it through Jinx's eyes, she probably would have assumed the thing was a genuine insect. There weren't many out in space, but they sometimes managed to crawl through the cracks. The thing flew and crawled all the way over to the hallway outside Olivia's apartment, at which point it began to flutter back and forth, rotating through the sky with a lazy, performative movement.

Olivia rolled her chair out of her office. "There's a bug drone out there," Olivia said to the Charybdis. "It looks like a cockroach."

"Mm." Charybdis's eyes tilted to one side as she presumably consulted her own camera access. "I see it. I can probably go stomp on it if you want, but it won't be able to open the door. How do you know it's a drone?"

Fuck. Right. She definitely didn't want Jinx to know she had AR access. "Forget it. If you see a chance to make it look natural, go crush it."

She returned to monitoring Jinx, who was now reviewing the drone footage - as well as the past several days of footage from outside Olivia's apartment, pausing on the Charybdis and humming, then zooming in.

"Pain in my fuckin' ass," Jinx muttered. "That's gotta be a Charybdis, who else would paint a bunny on their exerter armor? Seriously, I gotta ask pops for some exerter armor of my own." She huffed and then rolled her chair over to the table.

* * *

Exerters are an advanced form of science humanity copied off the Yoke. They produce a field which mostly accomplishes the function of preventing the movement of fermions (you know, protons, neutrons, electrons - the building blocks of matter) through it. To turn that description into something intuitive, just imagine you can make a physical object of any arbitrary size and shape, which is completely weightless and almost-invisible.

Almost is a critical part of that equation there. The field produced by an exerter is almost invisible; which is to say, they do interact with photons (light), just much less than with fermions. That means a laser can penetrate an exerter-produced shield far easier than an equivalently-lethal bullet. Lucky thing for humanity, too - if exerters had been as good against laser weapons as against kinetic ones, Final State soldiers would have been basically invincible during the First Contact War, when they had all the tech advantage.

The main problem with using a laser weapon as a personal firearm in normal circumstances is that your eye lenses are weak shit, and any laser weapon capable of doing appreciable damage to a person by drilling a hole through them, is also going to render you permanently blind on the ricochet. The same basic logic applies to most ordinary cameras, and so on. They also have pretty shit penetrative power compared to a bullet - they do much better against soft materials than against hard ones. (Luckily, humans are mostly made out of soft materials.)

That's why Jinx wasn't just putting together a laser weapon to deal with the Charybdis, but a traditional firearm too. Or, really, a combination laser weapon/firearm. The biggest engineering challenge was making it swap back and forth from laser to bullet without needing to shift your aim - you sure weren't putting a bullet down the optic channel of your laser weapon, after all. She had to tweak the code like ten times before she finally got it nice and accurate.

Once she was satisfied with the weapon, she made a nice little drone with a shitty little exerter that - while definitely not enough to stop a bullet, even while overclocked - could let it float through the air right down the hallway, burning out every single camera that the Charybdis had set up with nice itty-bitty laser pulses. It wasn't even hard to program the targeting.

Once that was done, she set about with her pièce de résistance: a fake Jinx. It was a real art piece, in her humble opinion: looking at it laying there, you'd probably even imagine Jinx was actually dead, if it wasn't for her being right on top of it. It was even filled up with several liters of blood and ballistic gel, so it'd still give the impression of being her. The actual point, of course, was the eyeballs: twin cybernetic eyes that she could see through.

The plan was pretty simple, and brilliant, if Jinx did say so herself (she did, though not aloud): she'd burn out all the cameras, then wave the fake Jinx in the doorway to get shot by the Charybdis. At that point, she'd drop the Jinx, faking death, and use its eyes to aim through the wall and blow the Charybdis away. Simple, and genius.

The last thing she needed was something suitable for the ricochet on a laser weapon. Yeah, military grade optics were designed to survive it, but she didn't have any military grade optics on her, now did she? Instead, she came up with a far more ingenious (and, perhaps more importantly, cheap) mechanism: eight different cameras, which would shutter and cycle as they got blinded by the laser. So, she'd have eight shots with the laser before she was flying blind.

It did mean she'd have to take off her AR, but she was going to be playing a much more fun game than Plush Demon Hunter anyway.

* * *

Charybdis had arranged most of the furniture in Olivia's apartment into a makeshift fort. The Vivi had been sent away, and Olivia had told her everything she'd seen from 'Jinx,' the would-be assassin. The fake body with cyber eyes was presumably going to be used for targeting; the drone would blind her cameras right before the woman of the hour arrived; and the rifle didn't need any explanation. A mattress or a sofa would make for perfectly good protection against bullets and laser pulses, though she couldn't shake the feeling that her ass was exposed - and not in a good way.

Now it was just a matter of waiting. The worst part of being a bodyguard.

When this was done, she was going to need Olivia to step on her face or something. She'd have been jittering with the excess energy, if the Camniel 3-A let you do that. She took a few simulated deep breaths, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Goddamn, was it ever lucky that EM platforms didn't get uncomfortable from holding the same position for an extended period.

She kept waiting, lying prone, firearm aimed at the doorway, the barrel poking out just barely between mattresses.

Her patience was rewarded, though. The cameras went down in rapid sequence, as the drone blinded them one by one. She remained stock still, just patiently staring at the doorway. A good solid minute passed, and then. "Howdy, Liv, my least-dearest pole-sister! To the Charybdis, I'm gonna kill you if you shoot me, just so you know. If you don't, we can become great friends, though! I can even introduce you to Max! He is literally the best ever at sex. Well - I'm coming out, now!"

The door slid open, and the dummy Jinx's head slipped around the corner, alongside a firearm. Charybdis shot it right in the head, and Jinx just dropped the thing, with it hitting the ground like a wet sack of potatoes. She took two more shots, blowing out both its eyes, and leaving Jinx blind.

* * *

Fucking thorough, ain'tcha, bitch? Jinx scowled as she lost the feed from the bot. She'd only gotten a fraction of a second of visual on the Charybdis, which meant she didn't have enough data to find a good angle. She couldn't believe she was being held back by a glorified pillow fort. Were they gonna have a sleepover next?

Jinx didn't say or do anything herself, just remaining stock still in the hallway - maybe the bitch would come out - but she did still have two drones. She directed the cockroach to crawl along the edge of the door frame, and then poke its head just-barely in from the corner. Its antennae were slicked back and still as it got into position, and the Charybdis didn't notice, remaining still on the floor.

With the cockroach drone in position, Jinx now had a great visual of the whole room. Charybdis was blocked by an overturned sofa, two mattresses, a desk... but there was a weak point, little wedge between two pieces of furniture. She slowly creeped her way into position, using her goggles to coordinate the shot juuust so. The dumbass Charybdis didn't move at all. C'mon, girlfriend. You're like an honorary pole sister to me. I know that's not a special ranking to you, but it is to me. This is just a disappointing showing. You're practically asking for me to blow your brains out, at this point.

Ah well. She'd given her a chance! If she hadn't shot, Jinx wouldn't have to do this!

She squatted, aimed the rifle just so, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet punched clean through the wall, impacting the bitch's exerter field directly. In the tiniest fraction of a second, it was followed up by the laser barrel, which promptly drove pulse after pulse of high intensity energy through the exerter field, cracking it and then continuing straight through, melting the delicate electronics inside the armor itself. The cockroach went blind as the laser ricochet blinded it, though since she was shooting through a hole in the wall, none of the ricochet came back to her. Another fraction of a second later, another bullet impacted the woman's chest.

With the amount of juice she'd just shot downrange - the heat was boiling off the gun, and it felt like a roaring flame was a couple feet from her stomach - there was no chance the Charybdis had survived. No sense in letting that sort of thing make her stupid, though: she brought the blinding drone around next, creeping into the room from above. There was no motion from the Charybdis, though the woman in question was an EM, so it's not like she needed to breathe, nor like she'd drop the gun because her muscles went slack.

The drone lowered itself towards the Charybdis, and neatly blinded the body in both eyes. With a casual movement, she saw she'd torn through the armor and that the EM chip was cooked too.

Mess with the best, die like the rest. She set her little blinding drone to checking the room for any cameras, even as she shifted her own physical position, moving a few feet to one side. None of the cameras had shown Olivia moving out, but she was definitely going to be extra angry if the bitch had managed to fuck off, yet left a perfectly nice Charybdis to get gibbed.

A shot rang out in the room, and simultaneously, the drone went down.

Jinx smiled. The drone had been blindsided, but that meant that Olivia really was in there. She waited in patient silence, even going so far as to hold her breath, trying to get any hint of Olivia's exact position by sound.

She used her gun finally cooling off as a sign to move, creeping towards the doorway agonizingly slowly, making sure not to make the slightest sound as she almost floated across the ground. Her breathing was slow to make it quiet; the air felt stagnant as her lungs strained to make do with less, while she listened carefully.

She heard Olivia move at that point, and in only a fraction of a second, she could tell what sort of movement it was - away. Away meant explosives. Jinx scrambled back, diving for the ground, and the grenade went off behind her. It exploded so fast it was either inertia armed or else manually blew its load, but it did even less damage to Jinx than the shrapnel had. She rolled onto her back in record time, bringing the gun to bear, and Olivia appeared in the doorway, her own gun at the ready. It came down to the minutest fraction of a second.

Unfortunately for Olivia, Jinx had superhuman reaction times, and the laser beam moved at the speed of light as it drilled a hole in her forehead. She was still holding her gun as she collided with the far wall, but it clattered out of her hand as she lost all self control.

Jinx let out a long breath, rising to her feet. A quick visual once-over confirmed that it was Olivia, not some reskinned Keter or fake body like Jinx had used, and she considered going into the apartment to do a clean sweep, but honestly...

Why bother? She was here to kill Olivia, and Olivia was dead. Going in just risked getting blasted away by some other dipshit in there; Enforcers would probably come around soon, and hallways had two exits while rooms had only one. She decided to make like a banana and split.

* * *

Vivi stared at the door in front of her. Maybe she should have sought refuge with somebody else - she did know other people on the station - but, well, she was a very particular sort of person. She quite literally wouldn't exist if she was a different sort of person.

And the sort of person she was, was the sort of person who used sex to cope with fear, anxiety, sorrow, and every other negative emotion. She did have a mostly-positive mood as a baseline, but she wasn't immune to feeling bad if, say, her beloved mistress had decided to get in a shootout with a superpowered psycho, and was quite possibly already dead or dying. Olivia had sent her off and told her that she'd be called back if she won... she didn't know how long it would take for Olivia and Jinx to confront one another, but...

She loved her Mistress. She knew Sombra was an incredibly capable hacker and tech geek. She knew Sombra even had some paramilitary experience, dealing with cartels back in Mexico in her youth - but she wasn't exactly special forces.

The Charybdis did give her hope on that front. She gave a quiet little prayer that her fork would protect her Mistress.

Then, she knocked on the door to Max's apartment. "Max? It's Vivi. I'd... well..." The door slid open as she stumbled over her words, and she let out a soft breath as his handsome face came back into view.

"Hi, Vivi," he said. "Does your mistress know you're here? I don't, uh, want you to cheat or anything. Olivia seemed nice, when I met her."

She gave a wan smile at that last bit. Max really saw the good in people. It was part of what made him so attractive. "More or less. She knows I'm out having sex. I really need sex right now," she told him. She reached for his hand. "Please," she breathed, guiding his hand up to her throat. "Make it rough and vicious. I need you to brutalize me. Step on my face, call me every mean name you can think of. Treat me so badly any other girl would cry and beg for mercy. Make me forget about being anything other than a sex toy."

He stared at her, and his fingers tightened around her throat - and he dragged her into his room.

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Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 10: Pregnancy Scared
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Jinx lounged naked on the bed, looking serene as could be. Her eyes were closed as I just stood there in my underwear, stunned silent by the statement that apparently one single night of fun had resulted in not one, but two pregnancies.

Will my sisters stop calling me the baby now? That stupid thought bubbled into my brain. "Okay. Okay! I-I'll take responsibility, help raise the kid, I have savings-"

"Oh my God, Sammy, it’s gonna take nine months for a little shit to pop out. Don’t have a fucking pannie right now."

"I'm not having a panic attack!" I'm pretty sure I wasn't very convincing, but I wasn't! I was just concerned! "I just - ah, God! How did you both get pregnant in one night?!"

"Guess your little swimmers are as much a bunch of indomitable bitchbreakers as your cock is," Jinx said lazily from the bed. "I've got an implant, so it's real impressive."

I felt my gut clench at that. When I'd gotten all the other mods in that drunken night, had I somehow also gotten super sperm? Was that a modification there was? Wait, did that mean that Reina, Caitlyn, Olivia-? No, at least Olivia was menopausal. Why would I get a mod like that? I wouldn't, right? Not even while dead drunk? Alcohol just reduces your impulse control, it doesn't make up new impulses! I'd rather be hot than not, but while I wanted kids, only in the future, and not by baby trapping a girl! Or two girls, in this case! (Four girls?!) Was it some fine print in whatever mod I got? Ahhhh!

"Are you genuinely pregnant?" Naomi asked.

"Yes, I really am pregnant, duh doy. I made super sure, don't worry. Hey, guess that means our kids will be twinsies, eh, Naomi?" At that point, Jinx finally popped one eye open to glance at the other woman. "What're the odds?"

"Very low, since I'm on the pill." Naomi's voice was cold as ice as she glared at the other woman.

"Probably just forgot. Or his swimmers are as much a bunch of ubermensch as the man himself." She leaned up at that, and a frown crossed her lips as she looked up at me. "Doesn't look like much of an ubermensch right now, though. Looks like a Sammy, hardcore."

"I-! Come on! I'm allowed to panic a little! Didn't you panic a little when you found out you were pregnant?!"

"Yes," Naomi said.

"Nope," Jinx said, basically simultaneously.

At this point, I was mostly worried about money. Naomi had money to care for a kid on her own, but Jinx? I didn't know anything about her, really, other than that she was smart and liked chemistry and engineering and stuff like that - mostly because she said as much in between calling herself a blueberry bimbo. Which was sexy, but not a helpful thought right now! "Jinx, do you have any savings?" I asked at last, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

"Nope. My pops is pretty well off, though, and he loves to spoil me." That was actually reassuring. "Wonder what he'll think when I give him the news that I'm pregnant." That was not! She grinned as she saw my response. "Don't worry, Sammy, Jinxie will make sure her big, scawwy daddy doesn't hurt her big-dicked breeding stud."

Naomi spoke then. "How old are you?" It came out as an accusation of immaturity more than anything else.

"Eighteen. Well, that or nineteen. Don't have a birthday."

"Oh my God, I knocked up an eighteen year old," I said on pure instinct.

Jinx rolled her eyes as she hopped out of bed. "Look, Sammy-"

"His name is Max," Naomi interrupted.

"I'll call him Max when he stops acting like a fucking Sammy!" Jinx called back, then clapped my shoulder. "Sammy. It's just a baby. Every single one of your ancestors successfully made one and got it all the way to adulthood, for a hundred thousand years, most of 'em with nothing to their name more sophisticated than a pointy stick. It's not a big deal." She started towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower. You should get to that work and stuff!" Jinx called out as she kicked the door to the bathroom closed.

My first thought as I stood there in dumb silence was...

Actually, most of my ancestors were born after the rise of agriculture, since population was much less in the hunter-gatherer era. So they had better than just pointy sticks.

"I..." I started, in something of a daze. "I am going to go work." I felt judged, though I'm not sure if Naomi was actually judging me, or if it was just in my head. "I have her number! I'll call her later!"

* * *

Jinx emerged from the bathroom naked as the day she'd been born - she hadn't taken any of her clothes, which were strewn around the place at this point. Naomi held her phone in one hand. "I need your number," she said.

"You're not my type, sorry grandma," Jinx replied.

"It's not for booty calls. You-" She clenched her free hand. "Look. I am trying to do the right thing here." Jinx resisted the urge to roll her eyes or fake gag. "You are young. Max is a good man, but he is not as sexually experienced as he seems."

"Really?" Jinx shoved one finger into her ear, casually gathering up earwax. Why couldn't her retard parents have gotten her better earwax? There had to be gengineered earwax mutations, right? "So he was a total virgin before that night? Because that's about where I'd peg him."

"In terms of his sexual ability-" Naomi cut herself off. "This is a serious matter. Max will want to spend time with his children. You will be having one, as will I, and I think it would be most reasonable for them to know one another when that day comes, so-"

"Alright, alright, whatever will get you to shut up. We'll get started on planning playdates and shipping our tykes together before they've even got tiny baby weiners."

"They would be half-siblings, so I will not be shipping them. Your number?"

Jinx rattled it off, and Naomi quickly confirmed the number was right. She put the other woman in her contacts, then got dressed.

Sheesh. These two were taking this whole situation way too seriously.

The kid'd have half of all her genemods, so it probably wasn't viable anyway.

* * *

Jinx's suggestion that I get back to work... had actually helped! I got back in the zone, mentally calmed down, and I pretty much forgot all about the fact that in nine months I'd be a father of two, to instead focus on the site.

My main interest at this point was in figuring out why this site had been almost all female. Was it normal for this species, or something special about these particular members? Had it somehow been involved in their civilizational collapse?

I found pretty hard confirmation that it was a harem situation. When the full group had left, some of the other females' clothes had been left behind; they hadn't been repurposed by the two females who remained (wrong sizes), and I'd found what had to be ejaculate stains in some of the female's clothing; reconstructing the pattern let me confirm that it was only consistent with the clothing being worn at the time. Based on the pattern, the harem leader had ejaculated on the female's face, and some of it had splattered onto her top.

It would have been messy - or at least, had a huge risk of being messy - given there was no artificial gravity at the site, but it felt mean to judge somebody who died about four hundred thousand years ago for giving one of his wives (?) a facial.

Most of the inhabitants' clothes weren't accessible to my initial scan - people don't generally leave their clothes to float in zero g, especially their friends' clothes that they left after they moved out - so that was another point to try to check when I went back for another scan. I did wonder what further ejaculate stains might tell me, but it was probably better to wait until I actually had a good look at the stains in question.

I felt pretty good when I took off my headset, stretching in my seat with a contented smile on my lips.

Then I remembered that I was now a baby daddy to two different women.

Oh, yeah, and if I somehow have super sperm, then Reina and Caitlyn might be pregnant too! Ahhh!

* * *

Reina flicked her pen between her fingers as she stared down at her tablet. Her mom had made her take a class on the history of the Solar Galaxy Church, because it was their family religion, and it was interesting... but not really for religious reasons. She wasn't that pious, but it seemed kinda fucked up that their founder Sakamoto Katsuro had literally been mind controlled by the Final State, ran off to Revealer with a good chunk of his most loyal followers, and then just... everybody went on like nothing happened?

Well, Jesus got killed by the Romans, pretty weaksauce thing for the incarnate God to do. Katsuro just had visions from God, he never claimed to be infallible. Still, you'd think God would protect him from getting his brain scrambled by the Final State.

As she was contemplating these deep questions, her phone rang - Max's ringtone, specifically, so she dropped her pen and grabbed her phone as quick as she could. Date? Booty call? Just a chat? She was fine with any of those - alright, fine, she'd rather not the last one, but lots of guys liked to talk, and Max was definitely that kind of guy. If you wanted to hook them, you had to master small talk, and Reina definitely wanted to hook Max.

"Hey," she said, making her voice as sultry as she could manage. "What's up, gorgeous?"

"Ah, hi, Reina, um. I'm sorry, this is kind of an awkward question to ask, but a- a friend of mine, he was with this cute girl, and they were fucking, you know, and she had a BC implant, but, um, it failed, apparently. So I'm having a mild panic attack here."

Ah, damn. This was the booty call equivalent of calling your kid because you had a bad dream. "I had my period last week, don't worry," she reassured him, and she heard him let out a long sigh.

"Thank God," he breathed.

"No need to be so anxious, Max." She tried to make her voice as warm as possible as she spoke. "Want me to come by and help soothe your anxieties? I could give you a nice massage, we could cuddle, talk..." You could fuck me with your monster cock too, she didn't say out loud.

"Oh, thanks! Um, but I'm on Zaun, you know? Is your mom going to let you come over?"

"I'm an adult, I can go where I want, Max." Did that come off as too confrontational? Guys hated when you called them stupid. It was actually worse than calling them ugly. She tried to pivot. "Right now, the place I want to go is over to you, to see this smart, sweet, hot guy I know, and reassure him as best I can that everything is fine."

"Ha... well, um, it's not actually fine, but it does sound nice to see you again. I have... a couple other people to call." She knew he was sleeping with anybody with a pulse, though she didn't know who else was on the list. Probably that Caitlyn chick? "Just- come whenever you're free, don't feel like you have to come by right away or anything! Thank you, bye!"

"Bye," she said, letting him hang up. She grabbed her backpack, stuffed a change of clothes (and her tablet) into it, and headed for the station to get a transfer to Zaun.

* * *

Caitlyn was supposed to abandon Max as a suspect in the disappearances of Rodrigo, Hector, and Taiwo, and she supposed she'd basically agreed to do that when she'd let him fuck her brains out while calling her a cumslut. Not exactly professional behavior for a detective about a suspect, even if she was buzzed and the guy was the hottest person she'd ever seen in her life.

It didn't really make sense for Max to kill three Enforcers shortly after arriving on Zaun; he was an archaeologist fresh off his PhD doing a dig. There wasn't more than the most circumstantial evidence that he did it. She even believed that he didn't do it.

Still...

She stared at her computer screen again.

"Unsub-Blue" was a very unusual person. Particularly since there was no one matching that profile on Zaun, Piltover, or any of the other stations in the Valora system, as far as official records were concerned. Her eDNA was found on the inside of Max's room, which was also the room where the tip came in about the missing Enforcers.

None of that meant Blue did it, of course, but it was a detective's job to look through everything, and the odds that a person who didn't exist had nothing to do with a murder that occurred within a few meters of where she had been... were not very high.

Most likely, the woman in question had dyed her hair to a normal color. Could somebody who looked like that have really completely evaded all detection? Caitlyn had already gone through the available CCTV footage (well, AI scrubbers had) for anybody with blue hair like that in the past twenty years, and not a single hit. It was an eyepopping cerulean, not a dark blue like Caitlyn's own hair.

Her personal phone rang, and she sighed, deciding to stop staring at the computer screen and picked up her phone. Oh. It was Max. She had given him her number, but...

No, she couldn't do another booty call with a suspect. It had been stupid to do it once. She put the phone to the side and let it ring until it went to messages.

Then he called again.

And again.

Okay, people didn't call you three times in a row for a booty call, right? Especially not super hot guys who had a whole harem (or whatever was going on with Max). Caitlyn picked up her phone and answered. "What is it, Max?" She asked.

"Oh! Sorry! Hi! Um. Did I interrupt you?" He really didn't have the personality of a killer - not that that meant much.

"Not really," she said, with a sigh. "What is it?"

"Right! Sorry, this is a dumb question, but, um... you aren't pregnant, right?"

"I have an implant."

"I know. Um." She could practically hear him chewing his lip on the other end of the line. "Look, I... I have a... I know somebody who has an implant, and she just got pregnant, so I'm having a little panic attack. I know it's stupid, but could you check? Pretty please? I'll pay for the kit!"

Caitlyn sighed. "Are you the one who got the girl pregnant?" His silence spoke volumes. "You know women can lie about being on birth control, right?"

"Th-they can, yeah, but I'm pretty sure she didn't. She wasn't trying to get anything out of me! I tried to offer and stuff! L-look-" she could hear him swallow, "-it's two different, unrelated girls that I knocked up. They're nice people, but I wasn't exactly planning to start a family with either of them! I'm kind of worried that I have... I don't know, super sperm."

Caitlyn sighed. "Fine. Fine. Do not send me money for the kit, it will look atrocious on any records," she said, then hung up the phone before leaning back.

Fuck, she hoped she was, in fact, not pregnant with his kid. No matter how good his dick was, it wasn't worth that.

* * *

Reina had pretty much flown over to Max's apartment. She'd changed into something sexy-and-casual - a long-sleeved shirt with an exposed midriff and a dipping neckline, a pair of sweat pants - and by the way his eyes immediately dipped towards her cleavage, she'd hit the right mix. Yeah, if you played it too cool, the guy couldn't get the signals, but if you were too eager, guys thought you were desperate, and started treating you like ass.

"Hey, Max," she said, giving him a winning smile. "I'm here to comfort my big, strong man."

He actually blushed at that. She had to really sink her teeth in before he got used to girls throwing themselves at him. "Thanks. You really didn't have to come all this way," he said lamely, as she entered his simple apartment.

"I didn't," she agreed. "I wanted to." She casually threw herself at him, just wrapping around him with a big hug. She felt his erection pressing against her stomach, while her tits pushed into his chest. It was just a normal, affectionate hug, that so happened to show off her best features and get him hard. "How about a nice massage, Max? That's the number one reason I came over."

He swallowed at that, nodding, and she took hold of his wrist and dragged him over to the bedroom, having him lie down on the bed on his belly. She peeled off that shirt of his, and took a moment to admire his features in profile as he laid there, his nice, muscular, pale body looking positively scrumptious. She wanted to just lean down and lick him clean with her tongue.

Instead, she focused her attention on his shoulders, caressing and gripping and squeezing tired muscles, working her way slowly, languidly along his upper back. She leaned over him, doing her best to occasionally brush her body against his in subtle, sexy ways. A little push of her tits into his back. A gentle rub of her knee against his groin. Her mouth getting so close he could hear her breathing in his ear. All plausibly deniable, but all with the intention of getting him riled up and ready to go.

"So," she breathed in his ear. "Tell me all about your troubles, Max. Let me help you out."

"Oh. Um." He sighed. "I got two different girls pregnant in one night."

Motherfuck-! Her nails momentarily dug into his skin, but she stopped herself, and somehow, he didn't even seem to notice. Was he made of rock?! She tried to calm her expression as she thought things through.

Obviously, if you got knocked up by a guy, that gave you a huge advantage on seducing him. Even if she'd never done it herself, that much was obvious - if he likes you, and he's a decent guy, it'll seriously put a ticking timer in his head on getting married. It couldn't be that EM bitch. Caitlyn? Even if it was her, that was only one, so at least one of them, she didn't know.

On the other hand... well, he wasn't going to be able to marry both of them. "I see." She massaged his shoulders all the while. Should she turn off her implant? Reina, come on! You're eighteen! This dick might be good, but for all you know, there are better dicks out there! Those words weren't the most convincing to her, but she managed to keep her wits about her. "That's rough."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I really didn't mean for it to happen."

"I believe you." She did. What guy purposefully tried to get two women pregnant on the same night, anyway? The dumbest man in the world? "What are you going to do?"

"I honestly don't know. I want to be there for my kids, but-" He paused for a moment. "I don't think they're looking for a boyfriend or a husband or anything? Naomi said I could be involved in the kid's life, and Jinx acted like, I don't know, like it was a pro forma explanation that I had gotten her pregnant?"

Thank God for small mercies. Max seemed like the kind of guy who could be completely mindfucked by a baby. "Then relax. I'm sure your kids will be fine. They'll have great genes and everything," she told him, giving him a soft kiss to the neck, as her hands casually groped and massaged his thighs. "It'll all work out fine, in the end. Don't worry too much. Worrying can't change anything. I'm sure you'll do everything you can, when the time comes."

Her fingers slid around his thigh, finding his erection, starting to stroke him through his pants, breathing heavily in his ear as she jerked him off. "Just focus on the moment. Focus on me. I can make you feel good," she breathed out. "Let me take care of you, we can have a lot of fun together." He groaned softly at the feeling of her hand, and she could feel his length pulse - and then he surprised her by suddenly rolling around on top of her. It was a sudden, sharp movement, and his expression was surprisingly angry as he pinned her like that. Had she done something wrong?

"You just came over here for sex, didn't you?" What? Was he stupid? "You came over here for sex! I'm going through a really serious issue right now, and all you can think about is my dick, is that it?" As he spoke, he tugged down his pants with one hand, the other holding her hands over her head. It only took a few seconds of fumbling, and his thick, throbbing cock bounced out into the open air, and her brain oozed out between her thighs as her mouth opened to stare at the thing. He smacked her face with his dick, just rubbing it in, the scent of it thick, clogging up the wrinkles in her brain with that pungent odor that made her pussy clench. "Apologize to my cock for pretending like you care about anything other than sex!" He casually smacked her face with his cock.

"Sowwy," she got out, her brain frying from the intensity of the sensation, her mouth momentarily trying to grab his cock between her lips before it escaped from her easy reach. "I did come over hoping for sex, but that's because guys feel better after they fuck me." It came out of her mouth without any higher thought being involved - and there was no impulse to take it back after she spoke.

"Yeah? So you were just trying to make me feel better, huh? It wasn't that you wanted this fat cock in your tight pussy?"

"I wanted i~it, but I thought it would make you feel better too," she whined. "Guys like fucking me... I'm sorry if I upset you, Maximillian-sama."

At that, Max stuffed his cock into her mouth, casually sliding it against her lips. She opened wide to accommodate the massive rod, his scent and taste rolling all across her tongue as she trembled in response to the sensations. Her nipples were diamond hard against her bra as he drove his dick into her mouth, her brain stuttering, higher thoughts turning into mush.

"Nng... you..." He breathed out, as he gently sawed his cock back and forth inside of her mouth. He wasn't in her throat, but the feeling of his tip bopping against her palate felt amazing anyway. "You... fine!" He popped his cock out of her mouth, casually smacking her face with it, and her lips brainlessly tried to chase it around. "I want you to apologize! I already had a bunch of sex today, I don't need to have it with you, too! I don't need you smacking your fat Japanese titties into my back while pretending to be innocent! If you apologize, and I believe you, I'll let you have my cock!"

"I'm sorry, Maximillian-sama! I'm sorry for being a naughty slut! I really wouldn't have gotten you all riled up like that if I thought it would make you upset! I'm just a stupid little Japanese slut who's addicted to your big, fat cock! It makes it hard to think of anything else! When I think of how to make you happy and relaxed, all I can come up with is using my fat tits and my tight Japanese cunt to make your cock feel good!"

He yanked her pants and panties off at that point, in one fell swoop, her sopping wet cunt immediately exposed to the open air, and she trembled at the sensation of air brushing across her lower lips. He shifted on the bed, keeping her pinned there, and just slammed his cock inside her without further ado, his hand roughly groping her ass cheek as he pounded away. He leaned down over her at that point, forcefully shoving his lips against hers, and her brain sparkled and exploded in bliss, a powerful orgasm hitting her at that point.

He broke off the kiss again, just pounding away, letting go of her hands as he grabbed her thighs, hefting them up. Her own hands reached up for her ankles, her fingers a little jerky as she eventually found them and took a tight grip to hold herself in place. "Good girl," he grunted out. "That's my horny little Japanese schoolgirl slut," he told her, pounding away, his hands grasping the base of her top and hefting it up - and then he undid the clasp on the front of her bra, letting her tits bounce freely. His fingers just sank into her breasts, digging in roughly. "You think your tits are just stressballs for me to use for relief, isn't that right?" She nodded rapidly, feeling her pussy still spasming. "That all you're good for is a sex toy for your big strong man to use to jerk off with, and then pass out after he has a nice nut, right?"

"Yesh, Maximi'ian-shama," she slurred out, her pussy going wild around his cock as he just pounded away. "My body'sh for you to jerk off wiff," she explained, and he leaned down, pushing her tits together and just biting on her nipples. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she came hard, casting her head back into the pillow. Her fingers retained their tight grip on her ankles, letting him ruthlessly, relentlessly, abuse her needy pussy.

It felt so good. She let him use her body in that position, kept her fingers gripping her ankles despite not being told to, and her stuttering brain only noted that maybe she should do something else to please the godly cock that was pounding her. "Thansh for fugging me even tho' I was a bad girl," she mewled out, and he let her nipples leave his mouth, kissing up the soft flesh of her tits as he groped and squeezed her tits, finding her neck and sucking on it sharply. Her pussy tightened, her head swimming with pleasure, and he soon found her lips with his once again, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, leaving her to just shiver beneath him.

He popped his lips off hers. "That's right." He smacked her tits, and she came again. "You were a bad girl, weren't you?" She nodded rapidly, ready to accept any punishment. "What would a good girl do in this situation?"

She couldn't really speak at the moment, so she just got her tits smacked again, but her brain just interpreted the brutality as pleasure, the delight of being disciplined by such a superior specimen of masculinity. Her fingers tightened up on her ankles as she took it, mouth working at the air to at least show her white god that she was trying to be a good girl.

He slowed down his pace inside her, then just paused, his massive cock lodged deep inside her for several long seconds as her brain restarted. "Well?" He prompted her, as she blinked away tears from her eyes. "What would a good girl do in this situation?"

"She would," Reina gulped, "she would listen to you, and give advice, and massage you, but she wouldn't tease you by rubbing her fat tits against you, or groping your dick, or wearing a slutty outfit. She'd only offer her holes to you if you asked, not try to work you up, when you're going through a hard time."

"Good girl," he told her. He pulled out of her cunt at that point, making her whimper softly, her brain worried that he wasn't going to keep fucking her. Then he pushed his cock up against her mouth, and she opened wide to accommodate that girthy, fat cock. "Drink it all down, you naughty Japanese slut," he told her - and then erupted all over the inside of her mouth, thick globs of cum polluting her tongue and palate alike. Her eyes peeled back while her throat desperately worked. All the while, she kept a firm grip on her ankles, her spasming, feminine, fucked-stupid brain telling her that it would help show her male owner that she was a good girl who was doing her hardest to please him.

She managed to get most of it, but some ran down her cheek. He popped his cock out of her mouth, sliding it along the cum and feeding it into her mouth that way, and she greedily slurped and gulped it all down - then he got back down between her legs and rammed his dick deep inside her. "That's not quite true, though," he told her, as he rammed at her pussy, and she blinked and nodded, trying to comprehend what he was saying despite the pleasure racing up her spine. "She could do all that stuff - but if she does, she has to say she's offering her fat-titted Japanese teenage body to me to be used as a stress relief toy! She shouldn't pretend otherwise! It's fine if you're going to be a horny Japanese slut, but you have to say as much, got it?!"

She nodded again, and lost herself in the pleasure of the moment. Max never told her to release her ankles, so she never did, just submitting to his relentless use of her body, her brain dribbling out of her pussy around his fat cock. She drooled and praised him and came. She sucked down his cum when it was blasted inside her mouth, and otherwise was a compliant fucktoy. He forced her into a half-dozen positions, smacked her tits and ass, and told her that she'd been a bad girl to try to seduce him like that.

When he finished with her, she laid on her back, coated with sweat, some of his spunk drooling out from between her thighs, as she just stared at the ceiling and caught her breath. Max left her there, half-naked, and grabbed his clothes, got dressed, and went right to his desk to work, not even caring he had a fucked stupid Japanese teenager on his bed.

She passed out without even pulling the blanket over herself, though, so it's not like she would have been much for conversation.

* * *

Olivia stared at the phone number currently displayed on her computer screen. It belonged to Jinx. She could track the blue-haired bitch down this way... Now that she was staring the number in the face, though, the obvious possibilities of blowback danced through her head. Naomi, naturally, wanted the last bit of intel so she could go track down Donny Boghan and do whatever needed to be done to the guy.

There was a call on Vivi's phone, and Olivia casually reached out for the device, a dull look crossing her face as she saw the number belonged to Max. She may have forgiven Vivi for cheating on her, but that didn't mean she wanted the prick calling her to do it again. "What is it, pendejo? Puta can't come to the phone right now," she said.

"Oh! Actually, I wanted to talk to you, Olivia. I know this is really, really stupid, but, um..." God, this pendejo really did not have dominant energy outside the bedroom. Never call yourself stupid in front of your sub, that's like the first rule.

Not that Olivia was his sub.

"Look, I know you're 214-" fuck, she did mention that when he was fucking her, didn't she? Stupid. His dick was just too good. "-and that means that you shouldn't be able to get pregnant, and so on, but, um. Two people I was fucking, who were both on BC, are now pregnant, so... if you could get a test or something, and call me back, or just text me, you don't have to talk, sorry, I know it's stupid, you can't make a baby without eggs, but-"

"Yes, fuckin' fine, I'll make Vivi pick me up a pregnancy test or some shit. Mierda." She hung up the phone, tired of the conversation already.

She frowned. Pregnancy tests cost money. She should have at least made him agree to pay her back.

Ah, whatever. She was rich.

Plus, she could just make Vivi deal with-

She could call him back to tell him to send the money her way.

* * *

She woke up an hour or three later, with Max gently pulling a blanket over both of them, tugging her naked body against his. He was wearing only a pair of underwear as he tugged her against him. "Max..." she breathed out softly. "Were you actually mad about my... uh..." she trailed off. She'd never had a guy get pissed about her offering him sex, so it was definitely weird to her. "Did you really think I was only coming over for a massage and cuddle?"

"That's what you said!" Max defended, and she resisted the urge to snort at that. Okay, so he's a retarded virgin. "I wasn't thinking about sex when you said you wanted to come over, and then when you just acted all... look, I wasn't actually that mad, it's just... I like being mad during sex, I think?"

"Okay." She paused. "So next time...?"

"Just say you want to have sex. I can say no on the phone! I can't say no once you're here and rubbing your boobs all over me!"

"You can." He absolutely could not. She would probably have to kill herself if he did, but you couldn't say that out loud.

"I can't! Look, you're cute and sexy and I like fucking you, Reina, but-! This is my boundary! If you want to come over for sex, you have to say that's what you're doing! Oh, but, you can say you want to sex, and then I can say no, and you can still come over, and we can massage and cuddle and talk without sex... just don't try to seduce me."

She laid on the charm thick, her voice sultry. "But you're so sexy, Maximillian-sama... how can I resist trying to seduce you?" (Also, how would she possibly cuddle and massage him without him getting a boner? She didn't say that out loud, though. You didn't want guys to feel stupid.)

He blushed. "Look, you just... I really thought you didn't want sex when you came over! Maybe normally I would realize that, but I was kind of distracted, with the multiple pregnancies, you know?"

Oh, yeah. She guessed that could make any guy confused enough to not understand what girls mean when they say they want to come over, cuddle, massage him, and talk. "Fine. Sorry, I guess."

"It's not a big deal." He ran one hand through his hair. "I just... sex isn't as relaxing as cuddling. I really wanted to relax."

She gave his naked pec a little kiss. "There. Now I know what you want, and I can be a good girl for you, Maximillian-sama." She rubbed against him a little, plopping her cheek against his chest.

"I really need to sleep," he told her, in a tone of voice that said she was actually annoying him a little.

"Got it. Cuddles and sleepy time." She yawned. "You woke me up, anyway," she said, using the guy as her big muscular cuddle pillow.

Hopefully tomorrow morning, he'd fuck her again. She could give him a wakeup blowjob if she woke up first (which was likely, since she'd already had a nap), which would make it basically destiny that he'd stick his cock inside her.

She'd already seduced him once, so a second time was no biggy, right?

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Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 9: The Hookup
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Olivia had cracked open her computer and was currently disassembling it. Once she popped out all three hard drives, she ran her hand over them, cyberware coming to life and a faint pink glow accompanying the movement of her fingers as she wiped all the data on them. "Sorry, puta, just scraped out all the best porno," she added, with a light chuckle.

"Mistress, you're packing up, right?" Vivi asked. Olivia turned her head around to face her puta. "We were found out," she said. "We should just leave, start again somewhere else. There are lots of places like Zaun out there."

Vivi was right, obviously. Her puta was a smart girl. Even putting aside Jinx, Max's find had her already planning to get the fuck off Zaun. It wasn't going to be some nice little asteroid to wait out the end of the world on for much longer.

But...

But.

That cunt had touched her puta. She'd held Vivi at gunpoint. Vivi was her girl. If she'd been pissed off when some hot guy with a big dick had fucked her puta, it was a little sparkler next to the inferno of cold fury she felt for Jinx right now.

"Puta, that cunt pointed a gun at you," Olivia said.

"I'm okay, Mistress," Vivi said, just surprise glomping onto Olivia, wrapping her in a bear hug that forced her arms to her side. And forced was the right word: Vivi was, in fact, physically stronger than Olivia, by a lot. Not for the first time, Olivia contemplated voluntarily getting her brain sliced up and stuck on a chip, just because meat had so many disadvantages. You had to run your consciousness in real time; you couldn't hotswap body parts; you were physically weaker and less durable than even a Keter, much less the kind of shit that Olivia could have bought for herself with her savings. "You don't have to protect my honor or anything. Just being with you is enough."

Olivia grit her teeth. Vivi was damn good at the emotional manipulation stuff. Her anger was surging so the next thing she said was more motivated by some stupid spiteful instinct than anything rational: "Don't you want to fuck Max again, puta?"

"I love you, not Max," Vivi said. "I don't want you to die. It's okay. Let's just pack up our things and leave Zaun before anything else happens. We can make a new life somewhere else, and you can punish me all you want for trying to order you around and not knowing my place."

There was something sexy and tempting about that. Especially since Vivi normally was (quite literally) the best sub in the world, so her acting disobedient was unusual.

In the end, though, all Vivi's correct arguments and honest statements of her preferences couldn't change who Olivia was. "I'm sorry, puta. I can't let it go. If I die, you know where my backup is."

"Your last backup was over two years ago!" It was hard to get a fresh backup in space, especially in the boonies, and especially when you were worried about the security of the actual file. You didn't want your copy stolen and loaded up by some unscrupulous fucker. "We did lots of fun things in that time, I don't want to- to have to explain to you..." Her voice warbled, the digitization processes doing a perfect job of simulating that she really was getting choked up, and Olivia could see the tears forming in her eyes. "I don't think you'd even watched Palau Summer Investigations yet! Had you?! Am I cosplaying a character you won't even recognize if you get killed?!"

"Let go of me, puta," Olivia said, her voice firm and cold. Vivi hesitated a second, but obediently withdrew her arms after a couple seconds. It wasn't the presumptive obedience of a sub who did whatever her mistress said because she said it. It was the obedience of a person who had all the strength and ability to keep holding you down, but also respected your consent. Olivia could tell the difference. She turned to face Vivi, whose sclera were actually pink at this point, tears running down her cheeks. No snot, though; her body wasn't designed to stimulate that. She reached out, softly wiping away the tears. "I love you, Vivi." She sighed, giving her girl a firm, passionate kiss, just grabbing the front of her sweater to tug her into it. Then she pressed her forehead against Vivi's. "You're right. This won't make your life better in any way. It might make it a lot worse, if I wind up getting a fresh hole blown in my head." For a moment, Vivi looked hopeful that she was reconsidering - so she quickly dashed those hopes. "But I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for me."

Vivi just bit her lower lip and slumped her shoulders. "Olivia, please." She looked like the most miserable puppy dog right then.

"Tell you what, babe," Olivia said. "I won't leave the room until it's done, okay?"

"If she knows you're Sombra, Olivia, then she has to be really dangerous."

Olivia grit her teeth for a moment. Admitting to doing something really stupid was not in her blood. "I used the name on Zaun."

"You used the name?!" Vivi was understandably shocked and outraged, on account of it was very stupid.

"I needed some information from someone, puta," Olivia explained. Vivi just frowned. "It was for a good cause, too!"

"Was it really for a good cause?" Vivi asked.

"It really was for a good cause." In that, helping Naomi track down the Duke couple was a good cause (she was pretty sure). Obviously, wringing info about Max out of Naomi was not a good cause. But it was close enough that she wasn't really lying to Vivi.

Vivi sighed, letting out a long, shuddering breath, and hugged Olivia again. "Okay, Mistress. But... I want to hire actual protection."

"We don't even know who that Jinx bitch is, other than your pole-sister," Olivia said. A momentary flicker of an expression of pity went across Vivi's face. Right. Olivia was Jinx's pole-sister too, now, and Vivi had decided that Olivia was a rape victim because she didn't understand how consent worked. "Look, the cops were obviously covering for her, and around here, the criminals and the cops are in bed together, so I don't even think there's reliable protection to hire."

"There's another Vivi on Piltover right now, she works in security, Mistress. Well, she's a Charybdis, you know," Vivi corrected.

Vivian Charybdis Washington had been forked millions of times since 2119, when her brainscan had been sent to God-only-knows-how-many brothels. The ones who stayed in the 'sexy slut' lifestyle, becoming porn actresses and titty streamers and sex slaves and prostitutes and whatever else, went by 'Vivi'. But during the First Contact War and the Penultimate War, a lot of them had been drafted. The ones who didn't go back into sucking dicks and clits went by their middle name instead: Charybdis.

Well, a lot of them went by some other nickname. Her Vivi went by puta, for example. But when you said 'she's a Charybdis,' you mean, 'she no longer sucks dick for a living.'

"I assume you've been chatting with her?" Olivia asked.

Vivi nodded quickly. "I was hoping we could have a threesome as a birthday present for you, Mistress."

"You really think putting up with two of you is a birthday present, puta? I can barely handle the one I got." Vivi laughed at that, wrapping Olivia in another hug, this one not restricting Olivia from moving her arms. Inwardly, Olivia felt a deep relief at that - that their relationship hadn't been so fucked up that a little light ribbing would ruin the mood. "Alright, I'll pay for the Charybdis, babe. Now let me work on the computer."

"Yes, Mistress!" Vivi said.

* * *

Olivia groaned as she finally isolated why Jinx had identified her as Sombra, just slumping back in her seat in annoyance. "Cabrona," she muttered to herself. She'd used one of her old burners - a program that was designed to serve as a midway point and then nuke itself and the system it was on if anybody started poking around too much. It wasn't that her code had gotten bad, or somebody had worked out how to stop it...

The problem was that it was a 'calling card' nuke. As in, after it nuked the system, it left that pink skull she'd made her icon, and the roughly-written text 'SOMBRA WAS HERE' as the only thing the system would display until you did a hard reformat, with no other data left behind. (In fact, it constantly did passes of gibberish on the file system, as a security measure that also would eventually render the system useless.)

It shouldn't have mattered, which was why she'd done it. What kinda fucking rando on a station of eighty thousand would be able to find her hacks? Apparently, Jinx. Maybe it was the Enforcers and she'd gotten the intel from them.

Either way, none of the other burners showed any signs of disturbance, and she switched them into the 'no signature' nuke mode.

Then she rubbed at her face.

It was always possible that Jinx hadn't tracked her down this way, so she should at least wait for the Charybdis to show up before trying anything. Which meant she had time to burn. "Puta!" She called out, and Vivi scampered into her office. "My pussy ain't gonna lick itself," she said, and Vivi immediately got down in between Olivia's legs, letting her just lean back and enjoy.

* * *

Charybdis rapped on the door to the apartment. There was a bullet hole that had been sealed, so she got why the Vivi wanted some help. She had her armor's exerter field activated as she stood there, but she kept an eye out, glancing to both sides with superhuman speed as a checkup as she waited for those inside to answer.

She wasn't muscular, but she wasn't meat anyway. She'd managed to get her hands on an old Camniel 3-A; they were old by now, having been churned out en masse during the First Contact War. It weighed over 200kg, but was just about her size, so once she'd had it layered over with pseudoflesh, she looked pretty much like any other Vivi, other than being three inches taller and a few other minor traits. Her breasts were smaller, but that was more about practicalities. Her armor was a surplus personal exerter armor, spray-painted pink and with a little bunny rabbit painted on the center. It rested over her chest, protecting her EM chip - it'd be a waste to add too much faux-titflesh, even if guys liked it when she had bigger boobs. She held a small firearm at her side - no big stuff on space stations for civilian contractors, alas.

The door finally opened, revealing the Vivi she'd been chatting with for the past few weeks. It was like looking down at a mirror - though, her fork was obviously a Vivi, just by the way she held her body. No military experience at all. Also, she'd redone her hair and eyes, with curly blonde hair and baby blue eyes. "Hi!" Vivi waved. "Thank you so much for this."

"It's a billion dollars for a month's work, I'd be an idiot not to take you up on it. Who made the hole?" She asked, poking the door with her free hand.

"It was Olivia, but there was a home invader... can you come inside?"

"Sure," Charybdis agreed, stepping inside the apartment. The door slid shut behind her, and she heard the distinctive clacking of a keyboard coming from the adjacent room. "I take it that's your Misses in the next room?"

"Yes, that's my Mistress!" Vivi agreed brightly, a warm smile on her lips. Of course, Charybdis knew she had almost no standards - and Vivi knew that she knew. "We've been together for sixty-five years," she added. That was much more of a statement of deep affection: even a girl like her would eventually get fed up with a shitty partner.

"So what's the full job description?" Charybdis asked, glancing around the room, taking note of the furnishings, what could be usable as cover. "Principal's itinerary, likely threats, that sort of thing?"

"Olivia promised she's not going to leave the house for the next month to stay safe. Oh, but if it would actually be safer to move her somewhere else, then she can do that!"

"Mm. Homebody protection." Charybdis idly flicked open her AR, glancing at the map around the room. It wasn't directly exposed to space, and in fact seemed to be bounded on all sides by more apartments. That meant the best way to get in (other than the front door) was from an adjacent unit. "What sort of attack profile is most likely?"

"Ah. There was this blue-haired girl with a gun," Vivi explained. "She talked about having extra neurons, and she felt really strong for meat, so she's probably got a lot of genetic boosts. Her name is Jinx. Oh, and I don't want you to hunt her down or anything! I'm just worried about her coming back and doing something again. It's possible she would get some help, I think she's connected..."

"You want me to shoot a cop?" Charybdis asked.

"No! She's not a cop," Vivi said, hurriedly waving her hands. "She just came in and held us both at gun point for a while, before she got what she wanted and left... but she said the only reason that she spared Olivia this time was that they were pole-sisters. Well, and that me and her are pole-sisters. But it's just... I'm worried Olivia will piss her off again, and no shared dick will help?"

"Okay. Got it," Charybdis agreed. She pulled up a chair to face the door, and used her AR to start scanning local networks. "Any distinctive features besides the blue hair?"

"She keeps it in really long braids, and she has blue cloud tattoos along her right side," Vivi said.

Charybdis frowned as her AR spat out... three potential matches. A mixed race woman with dark blue hair named Caitlyn Kiramman, who didn't seem to have tattoos in any shot. A teenage girl with spiky blue hair that was way too short to be described as really long braids - and who was fifteen, as well - named Yewande Folarin. Last of all, a girl with long dyed blue hair named Okuhle Sigcau. None of them seemed to have tattoos matching the description. "What race?"

"White?"

"Not mixed?"

"No," Vivi said with a quick shake of her head.

"Eye color?"

"Pink."

"Hmm. She's not showing up anywhere." She checked, and her AR was hooked up to the local network, and had scraped it thoroughly. She should have at least spotted somebody matching that description in the background of a shot at the bar or on the promenade or something. "And I mean anywhere. Does your girl know that Jinx has no social media presence, not even in the background?"

"Um... let me go ask," Vivi said, and Charybdis just nodded as Vivi headed into the office.

She could theoretically be a new arrival. If she showed up within the last month, there was a slim chance she just hadn't happened to be in anybody else's selfie. Especially if she wore a hoodie or something. A wig, maybe, when Vivi met her? Or extensions, and then a wig over the real hair in daily life?

This was the kind of thing she expected from spec ops, though. Not somebody who decided to spare you because they were your pole-sister. That sounded more like a loony criminal, but... the extra neuron mention did make it all fit. Those kinds of mods had a bad tendency to cause psychosis, neuroticism, and all kinds of personality disorders. Especially in first generation or poorly-administered mods, which would fit with somebody just slapdash giving their kid blue hair, pink eyes, super strength, and enhanced intelligence.

"Yes, she knows," Vivi said, having returned from the office.

"Right. Well then... I should set up some security cameras," Charybdis explained. "Monitor adjacent rooms and whatnot."

"Could you... not leave?" Vivi asked, sounding unsure but needy. "I just... I don't feel safe, with what Olivia's doing."

"I can stay here in your room most of the time-" though she would not get any sex that way, which would be extremely annoying, "-but the cameras need to be set up, and will probably need maintenance, so I'll have to leave for that. Otherwise, well, I can set up shop here and use your charger," Charybdis said, giving the Vivi a smile. "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen."

* * *

"Sombra, if you're there..." Naomi muttered to her tablet like an idiot again. It didn't do anything, of course. She'd contacted her the one time, asked for her opinion on Max, and then bailed. Naomi had, herself, tried to find out where Lieri and Donny had gone, but thus far hadn't found whatever documentation Sombra had stumbled on.

Of course, she wasn't a top-tier hacker capable of just going through the flight logs of every ship and tram leaving Zaun.

"What's up, girlfriend?" Her tablet blinked to life with that stupid pink skull icon again. Naomi almost jerked in surprise - had she been listening that whole time?

"I need the intel you have," Naomi said, her voice serious. "I can't dick around waiting for you to figure out your questions."

"Seems like you already have been, girlfriend," Sombra replied, and Naomi grit her teeth. She wished Sombra was here so she could punch the woman in the face. "Next favor ain't much, though, don't worry. I just want you to set up a threeway. You, Max, and that Jinx chick. I mean, you can make it a four way if you want, but you have to get Jinx bouncing on his dick."

"Specifically?" Naomi asked, a frown on her lips. "As in, do you want some specific sex act?"

"No, I'm not some kind of perv." Sombra had been the one to ask for details about Max's cock, so Naomi doubted that, but she didn't argue. "Just get the gal bouncing on his dick."

"I... don't want to put Max in danger for the intel. He's just a civilian."

"What a good girl!" Sombra said. "He won't be in any danger, don't worry. But, hey, once you get done fucking him, you should get Jinx's number so you can arrange another threesome when you want."

Had Sombra moved on from Max to Jinx? Was it something about the particulars of that night...? Her behavior didn't make sense to Naomi, no matter how she tried to piece it together.

Wait.

No, it couldn't be.

But... if Sombra was Max...? Sombra had asked how Naomi felt about Max, right after Naomi had confessed her pregnancy. Now Sombra was telling her to go arrange a threesome? Max was definitely dominant in the bedroom, but he seemed so earnest and nice, he wouldn't do something like this, right?

Obviously, Max couldn't be the real Sombra - that group had been operating since the 2070s - but if you were thinking about who could have hacked her tablet, the guy who fucked her into a coma was probably decently high up the list...

This was crazy, right? Paranoia left over from not being paranoid enough back on the Jasant. Right?

"Hello? Earth to girlfriend, come in, hello?" Sombra said, jarring Naomi out of her thoughts.

"You had better actually know where Donny went, or I'm going to track you down and kill you."

"Yikes! This kitten's got claws!" There was a mocking tone to the synthesized voice. "I take it that's a yes?"

"...it's a yes," Naomi said.

* * *

I was routing out a second visit to the site. The first one had been all 3D scans and the sluggish rolling of a human body through air with the tiniest possible sprays of the coldest possible gas. An exhausting, time-consuming thing, that had then apparently been followed up by me getting incredibly drunk, getting some amazing body mods, and fucking my way through four hot girls. The second one would involve me actually touching things: opening cabinets and doors to rooms that I hadn't seen the first time. But there was always the risk that any touch could cause damage, and for a site this valuable, I wanted to be obscenely gentle with it.

That meant routing out the visit in advance, figuring out which were most important, and inspecting them carefully to try to make sure that I knew how each and every thing I was going to touch worked. With how much time had passed (and my own increased strength), it wouldn't be impossible for me to accidentally rip something off its hinges if I tried pushing or pulling the wrong way, much less a sliding door getting cracked in half.

The problem there wasn't so much the door itself - while they were perfectly interesting artifacts, they were also generally about as interesting after being broken in half. The problem was any shrapnel or detritus getting into the scene, potentially damaging something far more valuable. A book, for example, or an item of clothing.

I got a phone call. I fully planned to ignore it, on account of I was in the zone, but a glance at the caller ID said it was Naomi.

The mother of my child.

I got that it had just been a one night stand, but... I mean, I was going to be a father. I'd put that off for a decade to pursue my PhD. My eldest sister had her first kid at twenty-three, my other sister at twenty-two. Sometimes they joked about me being "the baby," since their eldest kids were now in high school and mine were nonexistent.

Now, that was going to change. I hadn't planned it, but it was going to change. I could put off family for work before, but not any longer.

I picked up the call. "Naomi?"

"Max?" She sounded anxious, and maybe frustrated or annoyed too. "Can I come over?"

"Um, sure. Do you have something you want to talk about?"

"I have something I want to do," Naomi said. She sighed. "Can you invite that blue-haired girl, Jinx, over too?"

"Why?"

There was a momentary pause. I could practically hear Naomi fidget. "I want a threesome," she said at last, and she said it in a way where I actually felt bad for asking her.

"Oh." I paused. I'd been assuming it was more a serious thing than that, but I'd already agreed to it. And, Naomi was very attractive, as was Jinx, so... "Okay." I finished the call, put together some quick notes on where I'd been on checking through the site, and then called Jinx. "Jinx?"

"What's up, buttercup?"

I was getting more confident just asking women for sex, given that I had found that it worked approximately 100% of the time since I'd gotten these mods. I still had some niggling anxiety, obviously, but I just went for it. "I was hoping you could come over for a threesome with me and Naomi."

She started cackling at that. "Is this the first time you've ever just straight up done a booty call?"

"Well... yeah," I admitted. I could feel my cheeks burn. "Sorry, did I not do it right?"

"Uh, yeah. You're supposed to ask if I'm free, then you slide into flirting, then you ask if I want to come over to chill, and you mention that Naomi's coming over too."

"Well, I mean, I'd like the threesome at some point, it doesn't have to be tonight."

Jinx sighed. "I'm not saying 'no,' Sammy. I'm giving you helpful life advice. Next time you've got a craving for a threeway, that's how you do it."

"Uh, sorry, Sammy?"

"It's the cartoon penguin you act exactly like, other than being a 198cm (6'6") megastud," she said. "I'll be over in, mm, maybe ten?" She hung up without saying anything else.

* * *

Naomi got to my place before Jinx did - within a minute of me confirming that Jinx was coming over, in fact. She half-glared at me, her eyes seeming to be trying to bore holes into my soul. "Everything okay?"

"Is Jinx here?" Naomi asked.

"She's coming over," I told her, and she nodded, stepping inside. She glanced around my room, squinting at my computer for a few seconds, before turning her gaze back to me. "Sorry, your call interrupted me in the middle of something," I told her.

She just nodded, looking at me again. She looked unhappy, maybe even angry, and specifically at me? But I had no idea why. I honestly had never really had casual sex before, but that's what this was, right? From her perspective, she'd called up a guy and asked him to fuck her. Maybe she wasn't used to it, either? She'd mentioned her last boyfriend was bad...

I decided she was probably just anxious about the whole thing, and grabbed her ass, pulling her into me. She let out a small noise of surprise, but didn't stop me, as I just leaned into her, kissing her on the lips. I tried to put some real energy into it. She seemed earnest and nice and almost as unsure of everything as I was, so I didn't want to hurt her feelings or leave her wondering about this or that. I just pushed my tongue into her mouth.

She moaned wantonly into my mouth, her excitement and arousal clearly rapidly rising thanks to my kiss. I was instantly reminded that in addition to being gorgeous and fit, Naomi also had apparently had a Fellatio Doll operation. (My thought, in the moment, was that probably her previous boyfriend had also been her dominant, and had pushed her to have that operation - so I had no actual idea how she felt about it.) So I just went for it, pushing her up against one wall of the bedroom, yanking her pants down until they were around her ankles, fighting with her panties and accidentally just breaking the strap on one side, letting them slide down her thigh and expose her sex. I stuffed two fingers into her pussy, rubbing at her clit, and she instantly came, moaning into my mouth, jerking against me in spontaneous pleasure.

Her hand reached for my cock, groping it through my pants, and I was fully hard, and she clearly wanted it already, so I just undid my button and unzipped my pants, my hard cock bursting free into the open air. Her fingers slid along it, hot breaths spilling out into my mouth with an obscene level of arousal, and she struggled - with her pants around her ankles - to get my cock into the right position.

So I helped her. I just grabbed her by the thighs, hefting her a few inches up into the air, and she mewled softly into my mouth, one hand clasping the back of my head as she made out with me, directing my cock towards her slick sex. She came again as I entered her, moaning into my mouth, her hazel eyes peeling back in their sockets, her pussy going absolutely crazy on my cock. I started to just pump into her, a steady, hard thrusting movement, and when I tried to pull back from the kiss, she just held me against her, even more insistent in making out with me.

I took that for what it was: a sign that she was enjoying exactly this position and didn't want to change it. Since she'd been pissed when she showed up, I decided to just do what she wanted, making out with her like that, pinning her against the wall as she kicked off her pants and her snapped panties, letting her legs snap against my thighs as I fucked her into the wall. She came, and came, sucking in desperate breaths around my lips as her tongue spasmed, her fingers clawing at the back of my head. She slurped on my tongue like she was trying to give me a blowjob, and saliva dripped down out of her mouth, splattering her top and my shirt.

When there was a noisy rapping at the door, I pulled off from the kiss with Naomi, her cheeks flush, her mouth left open, her eyes lidded. "Yoooo," Jinx said. "I'm here for the threesome."

"Open," I called out to the door, and Naomi tightened up on me, clamping up on my body like she wanted to hold me extra close. She'd been the one to ask for Jinx to join us, but now she was acting jealous, so I had no idea what was going through her head. Her mouth sucked on my neck hungrily, and Jinx stepped into my apartment.

"You got started without me?" Jinx said, with a playful pout - and I reached out with one hand for her braids. A sub acting like a brat with braids had to want them pulled, right? It seemed to work, because she just let out a small laugh, and I dragged her along with me to the bedroom.

Well, 'dragged'. The braids never drew tight, and Jinx just basically skipped along next to me.

I walkfucked Naomi, who just clung to me tighter as each step sent my cock another few inches inside her - and once we were actually in the bedroom, I laid her out on the bed, pulling her off me as she whined in incoherent need. "Let's get naked, Naomi," I told her, and she nodded rapidly, as I thrust back and forth inside her, her body bouncing on the bed. She watched as I pulled off my shirt, and her legs wiggled around behind me as she tried to get off her socks and shoes.

Jinx was getting naked right next to her, and since she wasn't getting fucked hard (and also not wearing a bra under her top), she was naked first. So I slipped one hand in between her thighs, starting to finger her, while Jinx herself kept her eyes on me. "I didn't come here for a fingering, big boy," she told me, a teasing grin on her face.

I pulled out of Naomi at that point, making her whine as she struggled to pull off her bra, and just stuffed my cock into Jinx's pussy. She immediately came, casting her head back and just moaning and twitching on my cock, her whole body wriggling in place as her pussy went wild. I started fingering Naomi, and luckily, she was a lot more satisfied than Jinx with that sort of touching, because she panted heavily, her gaze focused up on me, smoldering with lust as I thrust at Jinx.

Still, after fucking Jinx for a little bit, I pulled out of her and stuck it in Naomi, fingering Jinx as I did. I kept switching back and forth, going from Jinx to Naomi to Jinx to Naomi, pounding away and just enjoying their bodies. It didn't take too long for the pair to completely abandon their bratty sub acts to instead turn into needy, begging horny sluts.

"Fuck me, Master," Naomi would whine. "Please stuff your fat cock in my onahole cunt!"

I'd switch over to her, and it'd take about two seconds before Jinx would get at it. "I'm your dumb little blueberry bimbo, please fuck me with your godly awesome cock, Max, pleeeease," she'd whine, horny and needy.

Once I was confident that the pair were in full-on sub mode and not going to be all angry and annoyed at me if I pushed towards the limits... I decided to just vent as I fucked them. "Naomi, you came over in a bad mood, that's a bad girl," I told her, casually spanking her - and she promptly came, pussy going wild around my cock. "Say you're sorry for taking out your bad mood on me!"

"Shorry, Mashter," she slurred out. "Pleashe kissh me, I'll be a goo' onaho' for yoooou," she whined out, and I leaned down to kiss her right on the lips, my tongue invading her mouth again, teasing her palate.

Then I pulled out of her, keeping up the kiss as she whimpered at the sudden absence, having to twist my body a little to point my dick at Jinx's pussy. "Yes, stuff it in my blueberry bimbo pussy," Jinx whined, spreading her legs wide. "I'm a good little blueberry bimbo for you!"

I broke off the kiss with Naomi at that point, putting my fingers in her mouth for her to suck on, playing with her highly sensitive tongue as I turned my attention to Jinx. "Look, I'm sorry I'm not some suave ubermensch or whatever you want, but I'm trying to be nice! I've never had a bunch of women clambering over each other to fuck me, so if I get it wrong, don't laugh at me! It made me feel really bad," I told her, spanking her ass.

"Sorry! Sorry for being a bad little bimbo, I'm a little dummy when it comes to you," she said, smacking her own head and actually coming off as sincere. "I'm just an immature little brat, you're older and smarter! I need your cock to put me in my place! Spank me more until I learn my lesson!"

I did exactly that, my hand smacking her ass again and again, enjoying the way she just quivered and came in response to the rough treatment. I then shifted my hands on Naomi's body to finger her tongue and pussy both. "You- you two need me more than I need you!" I declared at last. "I can get sex like this anywhere, but you can't, because my cock's the best!" Jinx and Naomi both nodded drunkenly as I continued to fuck Jinx and finger Naomi. "You should always be polite to me, okay? I'm nice to you! I'm really trying to be a good dom and everything, so just- just be nice! You can tell me if I do something wrong, but don't laugh or glare if I do!"

Both girls were happy to agree to pretty much anything I said, because they were both in 'horny sub' mode, where they happily and hungrily degraded themselves and said whatever I wanted. I had no idea if they'd still feel the same after the sex, but it helped me get rid of my own anxieties about the situation, and to express my feelings. I'd have found it pretty much impossible to just straight up complain about their behavior in a normal situation, but now... well, they knew, at least.

When I finally nutted, it was inside of Naomi, just bottoming out and firing off a load. She shuddered and came, moaning and twitching happily. I pulled out of her, casually dragging her and Jinx up on the bed, checking the clock - the whole threesome had taken maybe an hour-ish, so I could still get back to work. "You two can take your time and recover, use the shower, whatever," I said, as I gathered my clothes, cock bouncing around.

"Oh," Jinx said, waving one hand at me as I started to pull back on my underwear. "I had somethin' to tell you, wanted to do it in person."

"Okay, shoot," I said.

"I'm late." I had about a fraction of a second to actually take in those words before she continued. "On account of I'm pregnant. Unless I fucked somebody else that night, it's yours, studweiser," she said. "Alright, go get to your work, honeybunch." There was a playful grin on her lips as she leaned back and just closed her eyes.

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Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 8: Caitlyn's Lament
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Silco sighed, sliding open a drawer and removing the slender syringe within. The tip plunged into the neat, antiseptic container for the shimmer, and he withdrew it, pushing on the syringe until droplets of the pink fluid trickled down the edges. Only then did he plunge it into his vein, letting out a groan as the stuff hit his body like an electric shock.

"Hey, boss," Jinx said, casually strolling into the office without a care in the world. "Enjoying the shimmer?"

"It helps," he said. "These old bones need a little help not to crack too badly."

"You know, I can plug you with the stuff, I know how to inject it. It's safer to have somebody else do it." She talked about him like he was her grandfather - he supposed he was old enough that in some other life, he could have been. "Imagine if you had a muscle spasm from the shot."

"Your concern is noted, Jinx," Silco said, as he removed the syringe. Jinx practically dashed forward to help him cover the poke with a bit of white wrapping, applying pressure until it got stuck in place. "Thank you," he said. Even if he didn't need the help, he appreciated the sincerity of the attempt. "I'm told that you got into a gunfight with Ms. Martinez," he said.

"Nah. If it were a gunfight, she'd be dead," Jinx said, holding out her fingers and miming shooting a gun right at his head. He pulled off the tourniquet, letting his fingers enjoy the sudden rush of blood, the numbness in his hand retreating as the shimmer did its work on his body as a whole. "Just a misfire between gal pals," she said, popping her lips.

"I assume your aggression let you confirm the Vivi is not the one who framed Max?"

"Nope! Or, well, when I say 'nope,' I mean she's not the one who framed Max. Not that I couldn't confirm. I did confirm. Not Vivi."

He took a few long, deep breaths, as the shimmer settled in his system. "You came up on the police scanner," he noted.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. eDNA of an unknown girl with blue hair. Know where?"

"All over the place, my skin cells flake just like anybody else, pops," Jinx said, casually shoving her pinky finger in her ear and wiggling it around.

"The inside of Doctor Maximillian Mars Stat's apartment," he said. He tried to gauge her response, but there really wasn't one: she just kept poking at her ear. "Can I ask what brought you there?"

"Yeah, his big fat cock," Jinx said. "I'm thinkin' it might just be the best cock in the world," she explained. It was only through titanic effort that Silco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Seriously," she added, somehow making herself sound serious despite the absurdity of what she was talking about.

"You're only eighteen, Jinx." He didn't want to get too much further into her personal sexual experience than they already had.

"Pah, old man, you're not listening to me," Jinx said. "Whatever. It doesn't matter that much anyway." She casually cracked her neck. "May have pissed off Liv," she added. "If I die, she did it."

"Duly noted," Silco said dryly. "Her background check only noted a history as a day trader," he added, admittedly a tad curious.

"Bullets don't care about background checks, and I'm about as vulnerable to them as anybody else." She laid down on his desk at that point, legs flopping off one end. "What's the plan with the investigation?" She asked. "Don't want my wonderful cock to get taken away just 'cause some stupid Enforcers got themselves killed."

"We contract out law enforcement to the Enforcers," Silco reminded her. For a child of her generation, understanding the intricacies of this sort of thing was... difficult. Zaun wasn't Piltover, so why should their police be Piltovans? "There is a need for law and order."

"I'll do it," Jinx said. "How hard could it be? Just blow up the bad guys."

"And who is the bad guy in this case, Jinx?" Jinx huffed, momentarily defeated. "Nakamura and Ejike have alibis for the time of the Enforcers going missing. I assume the same is true of the Vivi?"

"Ehhh... I guess so," Jinx said, rolling up on the desk with a snap. "Mostly, though, I figure she's innocent 'cause she sucked the guy's cock."

"Excellent evidence," Silco said. "Do you have any that would satisfy anyone else?" There was the absent thought that came to mind, that Jinx was dragging out the conversation on purpose, purely to spend more time with him - but then, she could be like this with anyone.

"Well, sucking Max's cock would satisfy most girls," Jinx said, popping her lips. Silco didn't give her the benefit of a smile in response. "Yeah, they were busy at the time of. Getting busy, that is. I checked the CCTV, they were in their room the whole day."

"Then why did you go confront them and almost get yourself shot?" Silco asked.

"'cause it's fun. Life's too short to not do things for fun sometimes." Jinx casually hopped into his lap at that point, idly running her finger up to his bad eye. Not poking it, just casually running her fingers along his cheekbone underneath it. "Why'd you never get this thing replaced, anyway?"

Before he could answer, there was the dull ring of a call from his phone. A glance to the side showed it was Marcus calling. He picked up the phone. "What is it?"

"Caitlyn is saying that the most likely suspect in the investigation at this point is Dr. Stat. She wants to call him in for an interrogation."

"It isn't Dr. Stat," Silco replied immediately. There was no motive whatsoever. Having read the documentation of his investigations, it was obvious that he really did have a PhD in archaeology. This would not just put Zaun on the map - it would also put Dr. Stat himself on the map. There was no reason to screw it up by killing some Enforcers in his room. "There's no motive."

"I made the same point. Caitlyn has made the counterargument that an interrogation might provide useful information that could hint at a motive."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing that you're her superior, Marcus," Silco replied. "Tell her that it isn't happening." He ended the call at that, sighing and leaning back in his seat.

"I could take care of her, if you want. Boom, kaboom, no more problemo."

"Firstly, she would just be restored from backup, even more determined in her investigations. Secondly, Marcus can always fire her."

"Gotcha, gramps. So, for real," Jinx said, poking at his cheekbone again. "Why's the eye still like that?"

"Do you know why I take shimmer?" Silco asked.

"'cause your muscles are all fucked up? Oh, plus the toxins in your system," she added.

"Yes. And my muscles are 'fucked up,' as you so adroitly put it, because my parents had me genemodded as a fetus. They thought they were making their perfect little child, safe and able to live in zero gravity. Instead, my muscles have been slowly degrading since I finished puberty. Without shimmer, at this point, I probably wouldn't be able to so much as twitch my little finger."

"Soooo... what? I mean, I got genemods too, they all turned out great for me."

He patted Jinx's head, and she responded by smiling and preening. He didn't mention the fact that her psychological peculiarities were probably thanks to the genemods to her brain, adding billions of extra neurons with little thought to her long-term well-being. She was who she was; it didn't really make sense to complain that she was not someone else. "I just believe that my body is the one God gave me, and He gave me this one for a reason. I'll not go replacing bits and pieces just out of a fetish for modernity. That was my parents' design."

"Is shootin' yourself up with shimmer really au naturale, though?"

"People have been doing drugs since before agriculture. There's nothing more natural," Silco replied. "But, I would rather do as few things as possible. The human body reaches homeostasis on its own. I can still see out of my left eye, despite how it looks."

"You take the life extension stuff too," Jinx added. "You're just pretendin' to be a luddite."

"I'm not cutting out my eyeball to be replaced with some little widget just because you think I'd look better, Jinx."

"It's not just looking better! You can have integrated AR, zoom, mannn, I'm thinking of popping one of these beauties out, and they're enhanced already!"

"Well, it's your body, Jinx," Silco said. He paused for a long moment, as the conversation died down. Then the thought came to mind. "So... Dr. Stat... are you... interested in him?"

"I'm interested in him fuckin' me," Jinx replied, hopping off his lap. "But, nah, I'm not into him like that. Well..." She paused for a moment, poking her cheek with one finger as she tilted her head to one side. "I dunno. I guess we've mostly only met with his dick out. He does seem nice, though. Could he be the man to tame my raging heart?"

"You don't need any taming, Jinx. You're wonderful just the way you are."

"Aww, thanks, pops," she said, grinning and hopping right back into his lap, wrapping him in a hug as he remained seated. "I love you too." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then hopped out of his lap. "Gonna hit the workshop, gramps. You know where to find me."

"I do." He watched her go, then returned his attention to his work.

* * *

Becca checked herself out in the mirror. Max was obviously into big tits. He was just too nice to say, Yeah, I'd like you better if you had big tits, because he was a great guy who was nice to everyone. So, she'd gotten her tits upgraded. Since her flesh was all plastered-on fungoid rather than anything a normal human had, it was pretty easy to get a boob job, and she could always have it swapped back if he actually didn't like it.

Had she gone for too big? She bounced a little on the balls of her feet, the large, soft things seeming to ripple. If she kept having tits like this, she'd probably have to switch up her wardrobe a little. A bikini top looked a lot better when you were tastefully flat, than when your tits seemed to spill out around the top and strain to burst free in general.

Still, for now, it was 'New Look, Same Me.' She wasn't going to change up anything but the tits until she got to see Max's reaction. If he thought they were too big, she could have them downgraded a few cup sizes, and if he liked her better flat, she could go back to it. "Hey, Max," she said, calling him up. "You working hard? I was hoping that we could go on another date." She had a half-dozen ideas for dates scribbled down on her AR notepad, but she was currently leaning towards just giving him some paizuri service to start.

"Oh. I'm actually over on Piltover right now," he said. What the-? "Sorry. I got invited out by Reina, and I was done with work already."

Reina! That little bitch was trying to snag her man! And, fuck, Becca's style was already a little trashy for the upscale Piltovans, even before the boobie booster. "We could make it a threeway date again, could be fun," Becca offered, not verbalizing at all her desire to strangle Reina for trying to steal her man.

It wasn't like she was really a threat. Teens couldn't compete with adults.

But, just to make sure that Max saw as much...

She tweaked her chip's settings to greatly lower the simulated impact of alcohol.

* * *

One thing about teenagers that made them just trivial to manipulate into just about anything was their desperation to be seen as 'adults.' What was that C.S. Lewis quote?  “When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”

If Reina had sense in her head, she would have realized that going out drinking with an EM was a fight she couldn't win. But just asking, Oh, are you even old enough to drink? had been enough. (She was - 18 was legal drinking age on Piltover, and she was 18.)

So now, the trio were squished into a booth at the corner of a Piltover bar. Max's eyes were freely roaming both their bodies - Reina had increased the skimpiness levels of her outfit, but not so much it would be obvious to a guy - and Becca was pushing her tits into his upper arm as she casually fawned over him. Hand running along his thigh. Breath tickling his neck. Reina tried to copy her on the opposite side, but she was starting to get tipsy, forgetting that muscular tall guys needed to drink less than waifish girls. Her face was starting to turn pink, even, from how drunk she was getting.

Max had definitely had a positive response to her tits. The fact that Reina obviously was thinking, trashy ho didn't matter compared to that. "What made you decide to change your, err, style, Becca?" Max asked, finally broaching the topic in a way that went beyond staring at her cleavage.

"I just wanted to try out something new," Becca said with a shrug. She wasn't an expert on manipulating her tits just yet, but she did her best to make sure her boobs bounced with the shrug.

"I think you may have overdone it just a tad," Reina said, with this quiet, catty energy, but she was even dumber than she looked if she thought Becca cared about her opinion.

"No, I think it looks nice," Max said, looking over at Reina, and Becca just grinned fiercely at her while he was momentarily distracted. Stupid bitch. "I mean, as long as you're comfortable with it, Becca," he added, glancing back at her.

"I absolutely am," Becca said, squishing her tits against his bicep extra hard, reaching out for her drink and taking a quick shot of it.

"Great. I mean, it's been weird for me, um, getting looked at so much lately, but if you like the attention, then I'm happy." She definitely liked his attention, which was the only attention that mattered.

"I can always cover up a little more," Becca said. Reina gave her a look that said, Maybe you should, slut, but Becca pointedly ignored her. "I just didn't want to change up too much all at once."

"Well, it's definitely working," Max said, his eyes once more wandering down to her cleavage.

Becca wanted a refill on the booze. If she could knock Reina out with it, then they'd have no choice but to dump her at her place and fuck alone. Bitch was getting too cocky and needed a reminder of her place: a fat pair of tits for Max to stuff his dick between, not girlfriend material. She scanned the bar for the staff, and spotted a chick drinking alone looking at the three of them. The moment she made eye contact, she flushed and turned away, sipping all the harder.

Becca considered the girl for a long couple seconds. Tits weren't too big, but she was fit, and had long, straight dark hair. Either a dyejob or another aesthetic genemod, because her hair was dark blue. Her eyes were blue too, which could be because she was mixed race (South Chinese/English, at a guess), or another genemod. She was rather purposefully drinking, now, trying to pretend like she hadn't been staring at Max.

She made time slow down so she could actually think about it, without making it too obvious to Max that she was staring off into the distance. Max was an insanely hot and great guy who would be a huge catch, but only the obviously-shallow Reina had actually decided to try to compete for some kind of romantic intimacy with him. Jinx obviously saw him as a fuckbuddy, the Vivi and Naomi had pumped and dumped. If she could feel guaranteed that the girl over there would just let Max pump her full of cum and then forget about it, she'd absolutely drag her on over to get her pussy spray painted white. But... maybe the chick would decide she wanted to be his girlfriend too, and that was a definite no-no.

Oh. Wait. She could just talk to the girl. Reina had been the one to try to pick up Max, so in her head she was going out on a date, even that first time. If Becca slid up to the gal and suggested that she could hang, maybe have a one night stand, then that would establish a boundary earlier. If you plopped a guy in the 'fuckbuddy' bin right out of the gate, it was hard for him to ever claw his way back out.

"Gonna go ask for some more booze," Becca said, grabbing her glass and heading up to the bar, pointedly ignoring the way that Reina's pawing got more insistent in her absence. She plopped down next to the chick. "Becca," she said, giving her a warm smile. "Couldn't help but notice you giving my boyfriend a good look."

"Ah, crap," the girl said, with an even sharper flush that was honestly kind of cute. "No, I'm sorry," she said.

"It isn't a crime to look, I don't mind. Yo! More booze!" Becca said, banging her glass against the bar, since the bartender was apparently blind to her empty glass. "Look, I don't want to be too forward, I know you Piltover types are all prisses-"

"I'm not a priss!" The girl responded, a surprising amount of heat in her voice.

Okay... "Right, obviously not. But, look... my boyfriend enjoys group sex. You can come over, we can chat, if the vibes are good, we can go fuck in a hotel room, my treat. If not, 'sall good, go our separate ways." As she spoke, her glass of booze was finally refilled. The girl was staring down into her own glass. "Didn't catch your name, by the way."

"Oh. Caitlyn." She took a long swig of her booze. "Fuck it. Why not," she said, holding out her own glass for a refill.

Once she got it, the pair returned to their table - and Max looked at Caitlyn with a look that wasn't lust. Caitlyn's jaw worked as Becca slid into the booth next to Max, shoving her tits into him. "You're that police officer," Max said.

"Enforcer, but yes. Yes. Don't worry, you were officially ruled out as a suspect," Caitlyn said, taking another swig of beer. "I wouldn't do this if you hadn't been."

"You two met?" Becca asked. Had she fucked up? The look on Reina's face said she had. It wasn't supposed to be a fuckup to arrange foursomes with your boyfriend! Unless he didn't like foursomes, she guessed, but Max definitely did. Their first shared memory was a foursome.

"We spoke briefly during an investigation," Caitlyn said, rather pointedly avoiding giving anything more than that. "It's just a coincidence that I'm here, honest. I can go if you want."

"No, if you're really not here- well, I guess cops don't do honey traps, right?"

"Vice does, but I'm not asking you to pay me for sex." She paused for a moment at that. "I mean- ah, sorry. Let'ss start over. I'm Caitlyn. Nice to meet you."

"Max," Max said, offering his hand to Caitlyn - and, Becca couldn't help but note, it was the arm that Reina's tits had been pushing into. Not the one that Becca's had.

* * *

Caitlyn could admit it. This was, honestly, pretty dumb. Marcus had told her that Max had been ruled out as a suspect, but she didn't really believe that. He had no alibi, and the cameras pretty much confirmed he was in his room at the time. Once she'd scanned the insides of his neighbor's rooms, his had bounced back to the most probable site for the missing trio to have entered. Their backups were all from before Max even came to the station, so they didn't know shit or fuckall about him, or why they might have gotten into lethal trouble with him. Their electronic devices didn't have any good ideas either.

Interacting with him, Max seemed pretty much the exact opposite of a cold-blooded killer, able to murder three cops, hide the bodies, and cover up the evidence. Not that he was suave or anything - he came off more like a big golden retriever. Earnest. Sweet. Innocent. Last guy you expected to be a killer.

Of course, that meant nothing as far as the investigation was concerned. Bad guys could pretend to be good guys. Good guys could have some reason to snap and break all the rules. You had to investigate every lead thoroughly...

But that was off the table. You couldn't advance an investigation if the higher-ups closed it down. Real life wasn't Boys of the Yard. Effective police work was a great chain of lots of little pieces working together, and if the higher-ups broke the chain, none of it would ever come to anything. No chain of custody, no usable witness testimony, which meant no conviction, which meant no point.

If she was being honest with herself, she was still mindlessly clinging to the idea that maybe she could find something out that would reignite the investigation.

The fact that she was also thinking that Max was an incredibly hot guy who, currently, there was no conflict of interest in pursuing, and who she'd overheard fucking some girl silly without even breaking a sweat (that she was pretty sure was neither of the women currently attached to him), so why not get a taste... well, that sort of contradiction was what human beings (or, really, all sentients) were made of.

The fact that the girls themselves were eye candy didn't hurt either. Even if they were obviously way more interested in Max than her. In that, they were interested in Max, and not interested in her.

She sipped her beer.

Him talking about his research into the archaeological site was actually interesting. She was dubious Becca and Reina shared that opinion, judging by their responses, but she was an investigator too, and she could see the similarities. Scraping over limited data to slowly piece together hypotheses, following leads wherever they went. She knew you could instantly differentiate alien from human DNA, but she hadn't realized that you could even track a given species back to its homeworld by its nucleobases, since every origin of life had a different set; she'd just assumed it was like how you could tell dog DNA from human DNA.

"Sorry, I'm nerding out," Max said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and smiling.

"No, no, it's interesting," Caitlyn said. Reina gave her a look that said, You're trying too hard. "It actually reminds me of my job, a little bit," she admitted.

"Tell us about your job," Reina said. "Being a cop sounds interesting."

"Oh, uhh," she paused, trying to think of something to talk about, having just been put on the spot.

* * *

"So, yeah, once again, it turns out the husband was murdered by the wife's lover. But the really crazy thing was that the recorded call showed that Darren's wife knew about it."

"Wait, but Darren's having an affair with Adanna, and that's the whole reason he murdered Nnamdi," Becca said with a frown.

"That's exactly what's so crazy," Caitlyn explained. "He didn't trick her or anything! She knows that he murdered Nnamdi because he wants to get with Adanna, and she's supportive. Like, oh yeah, after this murder I guess we'll be a throuple. They have four kids together and she barely knows Adanna but, whatever, I guess!"

"What happened to the wife?" Max asked. "I feel bad for her."

"She got accessory after the fact. It was five years, she should be out in... I think a couple months, actually," Caitlyn said after a moment's thought.

"Don't feel bad for her," Reina said, her face flush from drinking. "She could have just, y'know, not helped her husband murder a guy so he could get his dick in fresh pussy."

"I'm sure her husband could have gotten his dick in fresh pussy without the murder," Max said.

"Not everybody's as hot as you," Reina said, poking at his chest and just leaning into him a moment later.

"He was a physical therapist," Caitlyn said. "Reasonably attractive, fit, caring job, I'm sure he could have had success elsewhere."

"Dumb bitch," Becca said.

"I just... you said she didn't even know Adanna," Max said, and Caitlyn nodded. "So she got herself in all that trouble, just because she loved her husband that much."

"Well, her husband got ninety years, so he'll probably die in prison," Caitlyn said. "If she really loved him, she should've stopped him from murdering Nnamdi!"

"I guess that's true," Max agreed.

* * *

Caitlyn was lightly buzzed, Reina was at the stage of drunk where you just threw yourself at the guy, and Becca and Max seemed unaffected by the alcohol altogether (though maybe that was just because they were less drunk than Caitlyn). Still, they had all made their way to a hotel room - paid for, rather conspicuously, by Becca - and now Caitlyn's brain had suddenly remembered that this was an insanely stupid thing to do if she ever wanted to catch Max for the murders of Rodrigo, Hector, and Taiwo.

She was distracted momentarily by Becca popping off her top, huge, gravity-defying breasts seeming to burst into broad daylight. A moment after that, she was distracted by a similarly-topless Reina's full breasts, and then by Max's gorgeous muscular bare chest... and then out came Max's cock, and all thoughts of ending things vanished from her brain as she saw his fat, gorgeous marble cock bounce up into her field of view. Reina and Becca both immediately started stroking the thing, and Caitlyn just stared at it.

It was, genuinely, the most beautiful things she'd ever laid eyes on. Her eyes had wandered at the bar, with Reina and Becca both being gorgeous, but they weren't wandering now. Max's sex appeal was top notch without his cock out, but now it was even higher than that. Her pussy clenched at the void inside her as she imagined that thing plunging into her depths. Her brain just processed that it was moving across her field of vision, as Max laid down on the bed, only partly restarting once two sets of large breasts wrapped around it.

That cock is definitely special. Could it somehow be related to the case?

What a stupid thought. Some dumb neurons firing off an incoherent irrelevance out of a foolish sense of duty. The only thing that cock was related to was her pussy, in that, it should go in her pussy and spray hot cum all over her insides. Some base part of her wished she didn't have an implant that was providing birth control, but mostly she was preoccupied watching copious amounts of blue-white and Japanese titflesh ripple around the most beautiful cock in the world. She kicked off her shoes and socks as she approached the bed, staring at his cock. Reina and Becca were now both kissing and licking at the tip, still wearing pants and panties, but both looking insanely horny. Even their earlier conflict was now sublimated by the raw act of giving a titfuck, the pair mashing their tits into one another, struggling to lick and kiss at his cock while the other tried to block it off with her own mouth/tongue.

Max himself just laid back on the bed, one hand on either girl's head, softly petting them, cooing over them, complimenting them. "Yeah, that's it. Just like that. That's what those big bags of fat are for, isn't it?" They both hummed their agreement immediately, not even bothering to pull their mouths back from his cock. "Pleasing my cock. You two little sluts love pleasing my big, fat, superior white cock, don't you?"

"Mhm!" Reina got out around his cockhead.

"I love it," Becca agreed, as her tongue danced along, her nature as an EM helping her out.

Caitlyn herself was trembling with arousal as she watched the scene, her nipples scraping against her sports bra uncomfortably, her clit grinding against her panties. She was just kneeling on the bed as the show went on. Normally, she'd have been more interested in the big tits squishing around the cock than the cock itself - dicks weren't the most appealing parts of guys, in her opinion, any more than pussies were the most appealing parts of girls - but she might as well have been straight for how hard she was staring at that cock and ignoring the flesh around it. The mass of titflesh mattered only insofar as it suggested his size and girth, as it rippled around that hard-on of his.

He suddenly pulled back both Becca and Reina's mouth from his dick. For a moment, their tongues waggled in the open air, then they both started whining to get his dick back. "Suck my cock, Caitlyn," Max said, his voice oozing confidence in a way that made her pussy clench up. "Put those lips of yours to good use."

She did exactly as commanded, leaning forward, just about mashing her face into the two girls' tits. That was, in fact, a common fantasy of Caitlyn's, enjoying the soft feeling of huge breasts around her face, but right now, that sensation was just a distraction as her lips wrapped around his cockhead and she noisily sucked on it.

"I'm your oral fucktoy, Max," Becca whined from her left. "Please let me do my job and suck your cock."

"I want to taste you some more, Max," Reina whined from her right.

Caitlyn herself remained firmly lodged in their tits, sucking ever harder, tongue dancing around the tastiest dick she'd ever had in her mouth. Her eyes turned up to Max, the man himself just grinning down at her.

"Shut up, you two," Max said, actually just casually shaking the pair's heads. Even as they were mistreated like that, their hands remained on their tits, mashing them against his cock, grinding them into one another, neither girl resisting for a second the natural feminine urge to service and worship a cock like this. "It's Caitlyn's first time getting to suck my cock. Plus, she's been staring at your fat tits all day, now she gets to actually enjoy them."

He was so crude and cruel in how he spoke, a complete 180 from how he'd been at the bar - but the two women just about creamed themselves to his words, moaning and grinding their tits against his cock all the harder, panting and whining for his dick as he just enjoyed Caitlyn's mouth. Caitlyn herself was slurping and sucking on the top inch or so of his dick, in the process kissing at the girls' tits, but she didn't care one iota about that. The flavor of that cockhead, plunging out from within those full breasts, was the only thing that mattered to her now. Her tongue danced along hungrily on his cock, as her cheeks just hollowed and she sucked.

Caitlyn's pussy was on fire with lust, and she couldn't resist the urge to wiggle out of her skirt, and then her panties, one hand plunging in between her thighs. The moment she touched her clit with her bare hand, she came, twisting and moaning in place, her whole body writhing in pleasure as she sucked all the harder and louder on Max's cock. He grasped her hair by that point, peeling her up and off, admiring her face as she just moaned and drooled and came. "You love sucking my fat cock, don't you, Caitlyn?" He asked her, even as Becca and Reina both dove in to suck his freed-up cock.

"Yessss," Caitlyn half-moaned out, twitching in place, her pussy on fire.

"Say you're a little slut for my big white cock and I'll let you suck it again," he added.

"I'm a little slut for your big white cock!" The words came out, full of energy, and he just peeled Becca and Reina off his cock again, letting Caitlyn once more dive into their breasts, frigging herself senseless as she noisily sucked and suckled on his cockhead, her juices dribbling out all over her hand and inner thighs. Wet sloppy noises of sucking seemed to resound in the room, echoing in her ears as she played with herself. She'd never been this aroused in her life, but that made sense - this cock was the best cock in the whole universe, the manliest fat rod that she'd ever seen.

"You're on birth control, right, Caitlyn?" He asked her, and Caitlyn rapidly nodded in reply, his cock twitching in the other girls' breasts. "How would you feel about me creampieing your tight pussy?"

"Sho gooood," she slurred out around his cockhead, before coming all over again to the mere thought of being come inside, her brain seeming to fry at the mental image of millions of sperm assaulting her ovaries.

"Becca, Reina, stay," he said, letting go of their hair, and the girls whimpered but didn't move their heads. A moment later, he had a handful of Caitlyn's hair, and was peeling her back and off his cock altogether, his length twitching in front of her face.

Then he erupted. Cum splattered across her features, forcing her eyes closed, and even more dribbled and squirted down onto the other girls' tits. She could smell it, thick and musky, one eye just partly opened, getting a blurry, cum-streaked vision of gorgeous quantities of voluptuous skin coated in thick globs of the stuff. By the time he was done coming, there was a thick plaster of white across the titflesh, and he released Caitlyn's hair, letting her dive forward and just start licking up cum like a desperately starving woman, tongue dancing across those gorgeous full breasts, the taste seeming to liquidate all her thoughts.

Once she had licked up every last drop of cum she could find on the other two's big fat tits, Max shifted on the bed. "Everybody, get naked," he ordered them, as his cock left Reina and Becca's tits. All three girls hurriedly stripped, with Caitlyn uncaring as cum smeared across her top in the process of pulling it up past her cum-streaked face. Hell, after she had her bra off, she went back for the top, just using it like a towel to clear her face off, then moving on to licking the stuff up, sucking on the fabric to work out the cum from it.

"You're such a horny little cumslut," Max told Caitlyn, who could only moan in affirmation as she continued to lick, the scent and taste of his semen seeming to rewrite her brain, to teach her that the best possible thing to do in the bedroom was to become a horny little cumslut. "Alright, I want all three of you on your backs, with your pussies on the edge of the bed for me to fuck."

Caitlyn was a little slower than the other two - she was busy sniffing and sucking his cum off her shirt - but she got into position quickly, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, her juices dribbling down her inner thighs. She'd been on one side of the pair, but Max easily used his muscles and manly strength to rearrange the three of them so that she was in the center, carrying her into the air in a way that briefly set her heart - and pussy - aflutter.

Without any further ado, he just rammed his cock into her pussy, prompting Caitlyn to orgasm, her vision going white at the edges as pleasure surged up her spine. One hand slipped between Reina's legs, and almost immediately the Japanese teen came, moaning and thrashing about. His other hand repeated the process on Becca, who also moaned like a whore in response to the action. Max himself just pounded inside of Caitlyn's cunt, his eyes wandering all three women's naked bodies.

Caitlyn had always been confident in her own body, but the way that Max looked at her tits compared to Becca and Reina's made her suddenly feel inadequate. Or, no, inadequate wasn't quite the right word. It was more like she wanted to satisfy the wonderful, manly cock that was plunging into her needy pussy again and again. And the man the cock was attached to clearly liked big tits, so her modest D-cups weren't good enough.

She didn't have too much brain space to feel anxious, though - mostly, she just felt good. A massive cock was plowing into her wet sex over and over again, as she shivered and jerked by way of response to each hardy thrust. All the while, she held her own shirt to her face, sucking and licking and sniffing at the cum that had been deposited on it, her eyes looking up at the glorious form of masculinity that was pounding her cunt.

"That's it, take it, you little cumslut," Max declared. "That's your nickname in the bedroom," he continued, with the utmost confidence. "Becca's my oral fucktoy, Reina's my teen titfuck slut, and you're my little cumslut. Got it?"

Caitlyn nodded rapidly, unable to argue with the title. She was just slurping and sniffing on his cum even now, even as she came, even as the man atop her just relentlessly plowed at her tight cunt. At one side of her, Becca was noisily panting, parting her legs eagerly. "It's been a while since you enjoyed my pussy, Max, why not plunge it in?" She asked him.

"I just want to see how long you can go without my cock in your cunt," Max told Becca, even as he fingered her - and the woman came in response, her body twitching and writhing on his dick, a lewd moan escaping her throat. "You said you'd be my oral toy and blowjob machine, and I want to know if you really meant it. If you're too desperate and horny to show your self control, though, I can stuff my cock in that needy pussy of yours once I'm done with Caitlyn here."

"Nuh, no, I cuh, can be good," Becca got out.

"Me next, me next," Reina whined eagerly from her other side, quivering in place, her tits jiggling as her pussy got fingered. "I want that amazing fat dick in my tight Japanese teen slit. You know you want to stuff me full and creampie me," she breathed out. "Becca's cunt can't get pregnant, I was born to get bred by big fat white cocks like yours."

"No!" Max pulled his hand out of Reina's cunt, making her whimper as he smacked her tit almost casually. The sheer disdain, the certainty that she'd put up with whatever, reified his position as the ultimate male for Caitlyn in that moment. "You were born to get bred by my big fat white cock! Only mine, got it?!"

"Yesss," Reina said, moaning as his fingers plunged back into her pussy and prompted her to come again.

"You came to my apartment to interrogate me," Max said, turning his attention down to Caitlyn, who just moaned like a horny little bitchy cumslut on his cock. She sniffed all the harder on his shirt, the manly musk helping to keep the absurdity of the situation out of her mind, so she could instead focus on how good it felt. "But now look at you. Your duties as an Enforcer forgotten in return for my thick cock! I bet you want a load of my cum in your pussy, don't you?" She nodded deliriously, and Max pulled a finger out of Becca's pussy to instead smack Caitlyn's ass. "Say it, cumslut!"

"I want a load of your cum in my cunt!" Caitlyn said, her voice only lightly muffled by the cum-stained shirt that was pressed against her face. Max responded by upping his pace inside her, roaring his delight as the bed squeaked beneath her, as her cunt got turned inside out by his massive cock. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she came again, moaning loudly. "Come in meee," she whined out.

Max went along with that request, bottoming out inside her and erupting. A thick flow of cum spread inside her, filling her up, streams of little swimmers going on a one-way mission to impregnate her. Her thoughts turned into fluffy pink clouds at the idea of becoming a mother for such a manly man's cock. She'd always been into Asian men more than white ones, but right now, her pussy was on fire for thick globs of white cum. "Breed meeee," she whined out, as he just thrust his cock inside her, spraying out cum.

When he was finished coming, she collapsed against the bed, leaving the shirt on the lower half of her face, stopping her licking and sucking to just smell in the afterglow. Max gave her a casual smirk, then pulled out, stepping over for Reina's cunt and stuffing his cock into her, next. The girl immediately became even more debauched, emphasizing how great his dick was, how much she loved it, how dearly she wanted to be his teen Japanese schoolgirl slut... he also hefted up Becca easily, raising her up and over Reina and Caitlyn both before planting her on the far side of Reina. He twisted her around a moment later, so her mouth dangled off the side, and groped her tits with one hand as he fingered Caitlyn's pussy and rubbed her clit.

He just manhandled and fucked the three of them - though, as part of whatever debauched thing he had going on with Becca, he avoided the EM girl's cunt - for hours. Cum got sprayed onto Caitlyn's face twice more, as Caitlyn herself just sniffed it noisily, and he gave Becca and Reina another titfuck each, in between pounding their mouths and cunts. Caitlyn could only watch in delirious arousal as he put all three of them through their paces, treating their bodies like so much meat to just fuck silly.

It felt so good. She actually passed out in the midst of an orgasm, and by the time she woke up, the trio had gotten into a cuddle pile and fallen asleep.

Seeing them like that, Max naked, Becca and Reina both attached to either arm... Caitlyn slid forward in between Max's legs, nuzzling his thigh, his cock - still slick with all their combined juices - quietly twitching right next to her as she let out soft breaths.

It was a wild night.

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