RahXephon Fan Fiction ❯ Compensation ❯ Counter Transactions ( Chapter 4 )

Compensation

 

By: A-Z Mark II

 

Notes: Don't own. Rated NC-17/X (depending on your preference)

 

Chapter 4: Counter Transactions

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“New Year at the beach!” gloated Cathy McMahon, the blond squadron-mate of Elvy's Alpha Squadron. “Lucky me!” she giggled, throwing a bottle of cold water to another of Elvy's team, the tall, quiet man who had been introduced simply as Jeff. Ayato watched the blonde run into the surf in her white bikini before returning to his sketching of Quon, who was standing on a rock jetty, umbrella over her head, looking out into the bay.

Unnoticed, the leader of his `support squadron' was sneaking up on him. Before the Indian-descended woman could pounce, Kim blew her sneak attack. Looking over his shoulder, the young Operator gave an appreciative whistle. “So, it's Quon today, is it?” she teased him. Having been compromised, Elvy moved up to look over his other shoulder.

“Let me see.” she said, looking at the charcoal pencil sketch of the strange woman. “Wow! You really are good!” she exclaimed. A dripping-wet blonde muscled between him and Kim for a look.

“No kidding!” she agreed. “Hey, how about you draw me next, Ayato?” she suggested, posing for him.

“He's drawing me next, Cathy!” disagreed the ever-combative Elvy. Cathy leaned in and pressed her not-inconsequential breasts to the side of his face.

“He'd rather draw me, though. Right, Ayato?” she purred. Elvy pushed her own chest against his other cheek.

“Why would he draw you when I am clearly the better model?” she shot back at her old friend.

“Don't you know, Elvy?” baited the other woman, “Blondes are more fun!” Elvy's lips thinned. Snapping to attention, she barked at her subordinate.

“Lieutenant McMahon! You will obey your commanding officer's orders!” she barked. Cathy pulled away from Ayato, to his mild disappointment, and got into Elvy's face.

“You're just mad because I'm cuter!” she sniffed insolently. Elvy snarled.

“I'll show you `cute', you bimbo!” she growled, grabbing Cathy's arm and twisting it around. Cathy, however, had had just as much hand-to-hand training as the taller woman, and resisted valiantly. Behind and to the side of them, Megumi - who had somehow ended up buried up to her neck in sand and covered in seaweed - was almost trampled by the two woman as they sought advantage over each other.

“Watch it, you two!” she yelled at them. Ayato's attention was diverted by the wrestling match behind him, Elvy having gained a minor advantage over her opponent and friend, who still refused to admit defeat. Taking advantage of his lack of attention, Kim darted in and snatched his sketchbook from him, sending him a playful smile as she skipped back from his belated attempt to grab it back from her.

Deciding it wasn't worth the effort, he watched as Kim flipped through the pages. “You really are…hey!” she exclaimed, stopping at a page. “It's that girl again!” Megumi's attention was captured by that.

“What girl?!” she demanded. “Let me see, Kim!” Kim dutifully turned the book so Megu could see.

“She's his favorite model.” said Kim, having seen numerous sketches of this mysterious woman. “He draws her a lot.”

“What's so special about her?” muttered Megumi, beginning to try and work her way free of the sand cast she was in. “Probably a girlfriend from Tokyo.” she added, her tone slightly miffed.

“She isn't a girlfriend, Megu.” said Ayato quietly. Hearing his tone of voice, all activity came to stop, the group looking at him, though Haruka's attention was far less obvious than the other's attention. “Her name is Reika Mishima. She was in my class at school.” he said, remembering the girl.

“So? What happened to her?” wondered Kim, slowly closing his sketch pad.

“She was killed by an energy blast from a Dolem as we were escaping.” said the young man, his expression dark. Kim remembered their conversation before his first battle.

“So, that's why you fight them.” she murmured softly, handing his sketch book back to him. “Sorry, Ayato.” she whispered to him. He shrugged.

“Can't change the past.” he offered philosophically, re-opening his sketchbook to the page he had been working on before the theft. Quon had seemed to be oblivious to the discussion and goings-on of the group behind her, but she was not.

“Olin is wrong.” she said. “The past is but a coda away.” she said. No one bothered to ask her what she meant; she never made sense anyway. As he resumed his sketching of her, Kim looked for a way to lift the somber mood she had unwittingly brought down on the party.

“So, do you remember the Mu war?” she wondered. No one had ever said anything about what it was like from the other side. Ayato shook his head.

“No. Itsuki says my memories are…fake, though the real ones might come back eventually.” he said.

“Really? What was it like in Tokyo Jupiter?” wondered Megumi. Ayato considered that for a moment.

“Like here, only smaller.” he said indifferently. “I hung out with my friends, went to school, and painted.” he said, his eyes narrowing a little.

“That's so strange, to think that you lived such a normal life, while time passed you by.” mused Kim. “It's weird,” she went on, “but if you had been living outside Tokyo, you would be older than me.”

“To be accurate, I would be twenty nine, with the twelve year lag.” he said.

“Just like Haru.” mused Megumi. Not far away, Haruka's clasped hands tightened. Ayato half-shrugged.

“Yeah.” he said, finishing his final detailing of Quon's sketch. As if sensing the completion of her job as model, she turned and moved back to the others, her short, light dress blowing in the ocean breezes. For a split second, Megumi thought she looked like the girl in the drawings, this Reika Mishima. But, the instant passed.

“Hey, how about we go do some diving?” suggested Haru, rising from her chair. “I could use a cooling dip in the ocean.” she said, unconsciously adjusting her bikini bottom.

-

The group had taken two small power cats out to the leeward side of the island for some snorkeling, and at the moment, the only ones still on the boat were Haru, Ayato and Quon. Haruka was listening to a pair of headphones, while Ayato watched the light play off the water. Quon was below, doing god-knew-what.

“Ayato?” came Haruka's soft voice. Flinching slightly, Ayato turned to look at the older woman. “Do you…” she paused. “I mean, do you like my suit?” she asked him, motioning to her small, deep-brown bikini. Ayato knew that she had started to ask him something else.

“It's nice.” he said honestly. Small and thin, there is a lot to like. he added silently. Haruka took off her headphones, setting them aside. Moving over to his side, she paused, glancing at him almost shyly. Ayato could have sworn there was a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Want to go for a swim?” she asked him. “I know a really good spot.” she offered. Ayato opened his mouth to answer, but Quon's soft voice interrupted the two.

“A song of the past, holding life for hope of the future. It is…weeping.” said the woman. She was holding Haruka's headphone to her ear, eyes closed as she `felt' the music. “Regret steals time.” she said, opening her eyes and resting them on Haruka's. Ayato glanced at the woman, only to see her work her mouth silently a time or two before turning and stepping onto the rail of the boat, crouching in preparation to dive. That put her scantily-clad rump right in front of Ayato at close range. He could see every tiny detail, and his dick jumped at the sight.

Before he could do more than blink, she dove into the water. Quon set the headphones down and looked at him, smiling at him innocently. “Olin feels her.” she said simply. Ayato gaped at her.

“I…I never felt her up!” he protested. Quon tilted her head.

“Quon did not say that.” she said. “Quon said you felt her.” she repeated, her eyes shifting beyond him. “Ra ra?” she wondered, moving to stand next to him. Knowing that her comment meant something had attracted her strange attention, he turned to look where she was looking. A flash of bright yellow caught his eyes. Squinting, he was shocked to see what appeared to be Reika standing by the edge of the cliff where the lighthouse was.

“Mishima.” he breathed. But, she can't be…it's not possible! he thought dazedly. “How?” he wondered. Feeling a touch on his arm, he turned to see Quon holding her arms open.

“Help me.” she said simply. For a moment, he didn't understand. “Hurry, Olin.” said the woman, her tone mildly impatient. Ayato understood what she meant then.

“But Quon, your life module…” he began. Quon touched his lips.

“I will be fine. It is waterproof.” she said. Ayato frowned.

“Then, why…?” he began.

“My dress is not suited to swimming.” said the woman as if it were obvious. “Hurry, please.” she repeated. Automatically, Ayato began to unfasten her life module. In short order, he was holding it as she unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall to the deck of the boat, revealing a pair of snug panties and nothing else. Holding out her arms, she beckoned to him. He helped her back into the jacket-like life module. Carefully taking off her beret, she set it on top of her dress and took his hand, guiding him onto the lip of the deck.

“Swim with me, Olin, to where we need to be.” she said before pulling him into a clean dive. Ayato, being a strong - if indifferent - swimmer, found that Quon was no slouch in the water as well, easily setting a stiff pace toward the nearest section of shore to where they had seen what appeared to be Reika.

Reaching the narrow, treacherous strip of sand, the two carefully moved up the narrow fault to the top of the hill. Since Quon was in the lead, Ayato got a good, long look at her legs, hips, groin and nearly-transparent panties covering her pussy. His dick had swiftly reached full erection.

Reaching the top, the two looked around, but didn't see any sign of anyone having been there. Beginning to doubt that he had really seen her, Ayato turned to suggest that they should head back, but saw Quon was moving off down a small trail into the tropical forest. “Hey! What are you doing, Quon?” he called, moving off after her.

“We should go this way.” she said simply, turning to him just long enough to smile at him. “She is this direction.” she added, moving along.

“She?” wondered Ayato. “You mean Reika?” he asked her. Quon nodded. “How do you know that?” he wondered. “Do you know Reika?” he guessed. Quon shook her wet hair, lying damp to her lower back.

“I do not.” she said. “She just feels this way.” she explained obscurely. Several minutes later, Ayato had another question.

“Um, Quon, aren't you…uncomfortable?” he asked her. She glanced back at him.

“No. Why would Quon be uncomfortable?” she wondered. Ayato bit back the obvious reply.

“Well, you are only wearing your panties.” he pointed out. She considered that.

“Olin may be right.” she conceded, pausing. Hooking her thumbs in her panties, she tugged them off and dropped them before moving forward. Behind her, Ayato gaped at her. “Olin was correct. I am more comfortable now.” she said happily.

Shaking himself free of his shocked stupor, he gave chase, pausing briefly to grab her panties up off the ground and shove them into his swim trunk's pocket. She said she liked being naked, after all. he remembered. Well, I think I better keep these with us in case we come across anyone. It would be hard to explain this situation to anyone. he thought.

In a deeply-shaded grotto, Quon stopped before a shrine-like ruin. Ayato paused to look it over. It looked like a dark tunnel led into the small hill, thick stone gates standing open on either side of the entrance. Quon looked at him. “Come, Olin.” she said. “We are almost there.” she added, taking his hand and firmly leading him into the dark passage. The two faded from view, and moments passed before the stone doors ground shut, erasing any sign that they had ever been open.

When the group returned to the boats for a breather, all they found was Ayato's sketchbook and Quon's dress. In spite of a week and a half of diligent searching, not a trace of them was found.

-

Haruka stood before the shrine, knowing that it was where Ayato and Quon were. Though the doors stood open, the shaft was filled with ancient rubble, and there was no way for the two to have gone through there, and yet, she could feel them. Her mind recalled the words of that suspicious `reporter' Futagami about this being the `spiriting forth' place.

She also recalled his subtle, leering peeks at her bikini. At least he tried to be discreet. she admitted. If only Ayato would look at me like that. she thought. Her mind conjured up the memory of finding Quon's dress on the boat. It was obvious that where ever the two of them were, Quon was likely naked or nearly so. What I wouldn't give to be in her place right now. thought the woman wistfully.

Sitting on the steps, she tried not to think about the phone call that had driven her here from the supper table. Itsuki had called to tell her that the search was being canceled. Haruka would never give up on him - never. Feeling tears gather in her eyes, she tried to control herself by humming the song she listened to most often. It had been her and Ayato's song, back before the Mu appeared.

Bowing her head, she concentrated on the melody, blocking out all else. The trouble with humming that special tune, she realized, was that it brought back painful memories. Her humming was slowly strangled by sobs. “Please, Ayato-kun,” she sobbed, “you have to come back to me. Please! I…I need you.” she whispered, tears falling from her eyes. A sound broke through her anguish, and her head snapped up to see Ayato laying on the stone steps in front of her, apparently unconscious. “Ayato!” she cried, all but snatching him up into her arms.

Ayato slowly awoke to find himself in a tight embrace with Haruka. “Haru-chan?” he murmured blankly. Hearing that, the woman released him enough to look him in the face. Seeing his eyes open, she did the first thing that came to her mind: she kissed him deeply and hotly. Feeling Haruka's oral member invade his mouth like a band of Viking raiders, he came fully conscious and instinctively returned the kiss, his hands moving up to caress her cheek and neck. Almost purring with arousal, Haruka leaned back, pulling him with her, guiding him on top of her.

Ayato felt her beneath him, and carefully broke the kiss to balance himself above her. Looking at her in the bright moonlight, he saw that she was wearing her house clothes of knee-length terry cotton drawstring pants, a comfortable tee shirt and her hair band that kept her short hair out of her face. Glancing back, he saw that her feet were bare. “When did you change out of your bikini, Haru?” he wondered. “And why is it night?” he also thought to ask.

“Wha…?” wondered Haruka, before understanding crashed down on her. “It's been almost two weeks, Ayato.” said the woman. Ayato frowned.

“What?” he wondered, pulling up his left arm to check his watch. “It's only been a little less than a half hour, Haru.” he said. Haruka reached up and caressed his cheeks.

“It's just like Tokyo Jupiter.” she said softly. “You and Quon have been…” she began. Ayato's eyes widened at the name.

“Quon! Oh, god…!” he jumped up and turned toward the shrine. “Where is…Quon!” he yelled. Haruka swiftly climbed to her feet and dashed over to the still form of the strange woman. She was wearing her life module, but nothing else. Ayato was already holding her upper body in his arms as he knelt at her side. Even as she reached to the woman's neck to check for a pulse, Haruka felt a stab of jealously at the way that Ayato was cradling Quon.

“She's got a good pulse, Ayato. Must just be asleep.” said Haruka softly. Shivering slightly in the damn, relatively cool air, she sighed. “Give me a hand; we need to get you two to TERRA to get checked out.” she said unenthusiastically. Damn it! We were doing so well! she thought, feeling a throbbing heat in her pussy. But, it's better to make sure he is ok now, rather than find out later there is a problem. she tried to convince herself. Ayato was already getting Quon to her feet. Half-way to getting his shoulder under her arm, he stopped.

“Um, Haru?” he said. Haruka looked at him, hearing the odd tone in his voice.

“Yes?” replied the older woman.

“I don't suppose you…no, I guess not.” he said, shaking his head.

“What?” wondered Haru, frowning. What did he want to ask me? Or do to me? added her lust-crazed mind, her imagination throwing up several possibilities that she would love to try. Her eyes fell to the naked woman he was currently supporting. Why is she…oh! Bet I know! she thought, smiling slightly. “I didn't bring any extra clothes with me.” she said. Ayato blinked, having been busy trying to figure out what to do about the naked Quon. “But, I can see how bringing her back in this condition would be…interesting.” she said, her tone mirthful. “So, let's see what we can do…” she trailed off, thinking. Suddenly, she smiled.

Ayato felt Haruka touch his arm. “Did you think of something, Haru?” he asked her. She nodded.

“Yes. Since you missed seeing me in my bikini, I thought I could make it up to you.” she said, her tone warm and colored with her arousal. Ayato blinked at her, his dick responding to her tone and words without interference from his rational mind.

“Make it up?” he asked blankly. Haruka just smiled.

“Keep Quon steady.” was all she said before grabbing her tee shirt and pulling it off, revealing a lacy, sheer, thin bra - as well as her hard, erect nipples. Handing the shirt to him, she then plucked the bow loose and slid her terry cotton pants off, revealing a pair of minimal panties, matching the bra in the bright, but pale, moonlight filtering in from overhead. Ayato's dick throbbed in time with his rapid heartbeats.

For several moments, the woman stood there, letting Ayato get a good look at her. “How do you like this outfit?” she asked him unnecessarily.

“It's beautiful.” he breathed reverently. Haruka felt herself blush badly at his tone. God, I wish I could just tell him! she bemoaned silently. Pushing herself to move on, she extended her arm to Ayato.

“We should get Quon dressed.” she said softly. Nodding, Ayato and Haruka set about getting the woman dressed. Between the two of them, it was fairly quick, and they began to make their way back to where Haruka had left her car. As the moved through the dappled star- and moonlight, Ayato felt his spirits rise immensely. Glancing over at Haruka - on Quon's other side, helping him support her - he knew that she was the reason he felt so good.

“It was you.” he said softly. Haruka made a soft sound of enquiry, glancing at him. “Back there, I was looking at Tokyo Jupiter; well, falling toward it, more accurately. And then, I heard you humming that song you were listening to. The more you hummed, the more I wanted to hear it - and the farther Tokyo got. Before I knew it, you were holding me.” he said.

“That song,” began Haruka, “do you…like it?” she asked silently begging for him to remember it. Ayato considered it.

“I do, but hearing it makes me feel so…strange.” he said. “Like it's a song from a dream I can't quite recall.” he tried to explain. Haruka's heart missed a beat at his words, hope soaring in her heart.

“I…I'm glad I could help you.” she said, sure that her face was glowing from the blush on her cheeks. Neither spoke until the car came into view. Ayato realized something.

“What are you going to do? About clothes, that is.” he clarified. Haruka recalled for the first time that she was nearly naked.

“What, don't you like seeming me like this?” she teased him.

“Well, I would prefer to see you naked.” he said before he could stop himself. Haruka almost missed a step, but caught herself.

“I can do that.” she said swiftly. Ayato sighed.

“I know, Haru, but that isn't what I meant to say.” he said, realizing even as he said it how it might be taken by the woman. “I mean, I don't want others to see you like this.” he elaborated. Haruka felt a wave of relief wash over him. When he had said that he didn't mean to ask her to strip for him, she had worried that he had no interest in her.

“I see.” she said, her relief clearly evident in her voice. “Well, I'm not an exhibitionist,” unless you want me to be! “so we can drop off by the house and grab some clothes from the line.” she said. Reaching the car, the two of them carefully laid Quon down on the back seat, Haruka checking her once more.

No sooner than she had closed the rear door than Ayato's hand touched her bare shoulder. Turning to look at him, she saw him watching her steadily. “Ayato?” she asked him, wondering what he wanted. Hopefully, he wants me naked and bent over the hood of the car! hoped her hentai side gleefully.

“Haru, I…” he began, but stopped, choosing different words before trying again. “I want you to know that I'm glad you're here, Haru.” he said, slowly easing in for a hug, his eyes watching her eyes for any sign that she didn't want the hug.

Far from not wanting it, Haruka was having to fight as hard as she could against the urge to tackle him to the ground and pick up where they had been at the shrine. Eagerly, she spread her arms and stepped into his embrace, pressing herself full length against him. “I will always be yours, Ayato.” she murmured into his ear before sealing her lips to his. As the kiss gained momentum, Ayato's hands moved from her face to her neck, to her sides, caressing and exploring her bare skin.

Haruka reciprocated, allowing her hands to explore his bare chest and trail along the edge of his swim trunks. Against her thighs, she felt his hard length pressing into her. A soft gasp escaped her throat as his hands touched the clasp for her bra. Feeling him freeze, she reached back and seized his hands, guiding them to her fastening and helping him unfasten her bra. Leaning back from him, she shrugged her shoulders, dumping the bra on the ground and letting his hands settle on her warm, soft mounds.

Ayato skillfully kneaded the full breasts of Haruka. Used to working with Sayoko's large breasts, he found that Haruka's smaller breasts were just right for his hands, though he still loved Kim's even-smaller breasts. Unlike Sayoko's full, womanly chest, Haruka's was full, but not so voluptuous, being instead nicely proportioned and firm, with virtually no sag. Ayato found his lips on her nipples before he realized he had moved. Trapping one erect tip with his lips, his fingers confined the other.

Leaning back slightly, Haruka felt the front door of the car behind her back, and rested her weight against it as Ayato familiarized himself with her body. Trailing her fingers through his hair as he licked, tickled, sucked and carefully bit her sensitive nubs. She could feel her pussy leaking from her out of control lust. Finally, I will be his. she thought happily, moving her hands to his swim trunks.

Feeling her fingers on his trunks, he eased back from her a little so she could reach the drawstring. Haruka swiftly managed to get his trunks undone and started to work them over his erection. Abandoning her breast with his hand, he moved both down to her panties, taking a firm grip on them just above her groin. After an instant of making sure that he had a solid grip, Ayato tore the flimsy panties off her, throwing them carelessly to the ground. Other than a sharp, happy gasp, Haruka didn't seem to notice his action.

Feeling him tear her underwear off her sent a spike of pleasure through her that triggered a small orgasm in the woman. Even as she felt the modest orgasm roll through her, she had her hands on what she really wanted; namely, Ayato's hard length. Once his trunks were pooled at his ankles, she took both hands and began to explore his member, finding it to be larger than she had thought. Certainly longer than Itsuki's, she thought in a small part of her mind that wasn't currently flooded with lust. And he's thicker, too. she realized.

The soft, warm feeling of her hands on his dick was heaven to Ayato. Slowly moving his hand down her side to her hip, then inward to her own sex, he encountered a veritable volcano of juice. Her legs were soaked to mid-thigh, and she showed no signs of stopping there. Carefully exploring her with his fingertips, he realized that he had never felt a woman so completely ready. He knew that Haruka's hands were already slick with pre-cum. Maybe we should skip the formalities. he thought hazily. Starting to pull Haruka to him, he was surprised to feel her gently stop him with a soft touch to his chest.

When she felt him start to pull her hips toward his dick, she knew she had to act fast to make sure that they both got the most out of this experience. Gently stopping him with a touch, she turned and bent over the hood of the car, bracing her hands on the hood and spreading her legs to give him good access to her needy pussy. Feeling him move into position, she had a split-second to realize that his being with Sayoko first might have its advantages.

When he saw her turn and bend over the hood of the car, Ayato realized what she was doing. Haru's so h-o-t!! was the only thing going through his mind as she settled down. Seeing she was as ready for the main event as he was, he moved behind her and got himself settled, feeling her wet, slippery opening against his tip. Taking a firm but gently grip on her shoulders, he pushed forward slowly, his tip splitting her eager lips. It took three light thrusts to push his head into her, in spite of the copious lubricant. Ayato didn't think he had ever been with a girl so tight.

Haruka was beyond thought as she felt herself stretch to accommodate him. Even before he had more than half his length in her virginally-tight sheath, she fell prey to an orgasm that made her see spots in front of her eyes. Even as she fought to come back down from that one, Ayato was driving deeper and deeper into her passage, causing ever-greater bolts of pure bliss to radiate out through her body from her stuffed sex. Feeling a bigger orgasm wash over her, she realized that she had never felt this way during sex - not even at the height of her short-lived affair with Itsuki.

Finally! thought a relieved Ayato as his tip pushed against her cervix. He had wondered if he would ever reach the top of her sheath. Haruka was a perfect fit for him, and her snug, pulsing passage was like nothing he had ever felt before. Taking a deep breath, he began to thrust in her, building the pace and speed until the car was swaying under them. The heat, wetness and friction proved more than his control could handle, and before he knew it, he was emptying his load into her. Haruka was lying face down on the hood, drooling, a happy smile on her face as she felt his cum flood her.

Struggling to catch his breath, Ayato hugged himself to her naked body, loving the feeling of her sweat-slick skin under his. Unknown to him, she also was very much liking the feeling of his body on her body. Minutes passed.

Eventually, the two managed to recover enough to resume the trip to TERRA, stopping off by the house to sneak some clothes off the clothes line before moving down toward TERRA. Once she able to think clearly again, Haruka called Itsuki and nearly bragged about retrieving Ayato and Quon in good condition.

Neither of them realized that Quon had seen them fucking each other's brains out. In the back seat, her eyes closed, Quon smiled. So, Olin has broken the seal. she thought happily. But, he is not yet ready to Tune the world. Soon, though, Quon will help Olin, and then, Olin will sing the forbidden song, and the world will once more be in tune.

-

Ayato looked at the strange artifact in the control room. It had been three days since he and Quon had been `recovered' - as the commander snidely called it - from the Nirai ruins. For the better part of the first day, neither he nor Quon had been allowed to go anywhere, as they were subjected to test after test. Ayato found his irritation growing as he was unable to see Haru and Megu. He hadn't even been able to get more than eye contact with Sayoko.

Then, he had been released to go home, and he had gratefully done so, only to find that Haru was going to be unable to break free of TERRA until the next morning. Still, Megumi was home, and the homecoming had been entertaining, if not in the way that he wanted it to be. Megumi had almost kissed him, but settled for a tight hug before reverting to her normal attitude-heavy self. Still, Ayato found that he couldn't stop smiling.

The next morning, he had gotten up in time to greet an exhausted Haruka. He and she had barely stepped into her room and leaned toward each other for a kiss than they heard Megumi yelling that Ayato had a call from Itsuki. Groaning in disappointment, he had reluctantly left Haru to grab some sleep. Once she was in bed, he walked to TERRA with Megumi. Although disappointed that he hadn't even gotten to kiss Haru, he couldn't help but think it was for the best that she get some rest; she looked wrung out.

It was evening before he got away from Itsuki with the help of Sayoko. But, it would seem that no boon went unpunished, as Sayoko was called away from him before he could more than massage her breasts through her top as his tongue danced with her own skilled member. Cursing Itsuki under his breath, he had headed home, hoping to find some time with Haru.

He got his wish - in a manner of speaking, anyway. Elvy was there, and the two of them were heading off to dinner and some drinking. Since he was seventeen, he wasn't able to go, though Haru offered to rain check it. Ayato had waved her off, telling her to have a good time. Elvy had told him that she would make sure that Haru was `warmed up' before she got back - which made Haru elbow her in the gut; harder than necessary, too, from the look on Elvy's face.

Ayato didn't have a chance to wonder at her comments, though, as Megumi had practically dragged him to the dining room for supper, which she had made. During the meal - which was liberally seasoned with unflattering comments about her older sister's habits - Megumi had probed for information about what had happened to him and Quon. Ayato carefully evaded giving her any detailed answers. Professor Rikudoh just watched the two verbally spar with a strange smile on his face. After the meal, he had pre-empted Ayato for a talk in his study.

Feeling oddly guilty, as if he had been caught doing something wrong, he had followed the old man to his office. Bidding Ayato to sit, he began to ask Ayato what his impressions were of TERRA. Ayato answered the questions more or less honestly, and before he knew it, he was telling the old man about his mother. This somehow moved into a story about two girls who had been found at the shrine decades before. Ayato thought it strange that at no point in the story did the Professor mention the name of either girl. He ended the tale with an observation that those who came from the shrine eventually vanished back through it.

Without knowing why, Ayato was left feeling uneasy after the old man's story. Bidding the young man good evening, the old man turned to his calligraphy for the evening. Silently exiting the study, he tried to shake off the story as just that: a story. But something nagged at him, eroding his peace of mind. So, it was a welcome relief when he saw Megumi doing the dishes; he stepped to her side and silently began to help her.

He wasn't sure when Haruka got home, since he and Megumi had ended up playing cards, then going for a walk, then watching a movie before calling it a night. He had been mildly surprised when Megumi had curled up against him halfway through the movie. She seems to be getting more comfortable with me. he thought at the time. Helping her to bed was fun, too, as it gave him a chance to get a short, but unobstructed view of her wearing just her panties. She's…sexy! he marveled before she shut her door in his face with a comment about perverts.

The next morning, there was a note from the professor saying that he was going to give a speech at a university, and would be gone for some days. Below that was another note, saying that Operator Hotal had called to inform Megumi that she had been swapped to a mid-shift for the day, instead of an evening shift. Below that was a third note, saying that Haruka was supposed to report to TERRA for a special assignment at noon. Below that was a fourth note, saying that Nanamori had called and asked Ayato to accompany the two Shitow girls to TERRA, as there was a new experiment Itsuki wanted to try out.

“Busy place this morning.” Ayato had mumbled, yawning. Looking at the clock, he moved toward the bathroom. “I'll get the girls up after I grab a shower.” he decided aloud. I wonder what Itsuki has in mind this time? He was almost finished with his shower when Haru had entered the bathroom, looking a little rough. “Haru?” he had asked her. Blinking, the woman had focused on him.

“Ayato.” she breathed, color touching her cheeks. The younger man smiled at her.

“Who else?” he teased her. “You look pretty rough, Haru-chan.” he said, rinsing off and stepping out of the shallow shower pan as he reached for a towel. Haruka handed it to him before he could reach it. Once he had wiped the excess water off his face, he got a better look at her. The oldest of the sisters was wearing a sloppily-donned shirt - and as near as he could tell, nothing else. His dick stirred at the prospect.

Catching sight of the movement of his member, Haruka came fully awake. Smiling, she eased closer to him, slowly pulling her shirt off. “Can I do anything for you?” she asked, deliberately not limiting it in any way. Whatever he wants, I'll be more than happy to do! she thought, remembering their first time on the hood of her car. Suppressing a smirk, she fondly relived the entire episode. I guess we anointed the car properly! she thought lasciviously.

Ayato's dick was hard by the time that her shirt fell to the floor of the bathroom. Feeling his eyes on her, she subtly slipped into a more provocative pose. Ayato could feel the lust radiating from her, but failed to realize that his own lust was even greater. Reaching for her, he pulled her naked body to his equally naked body and passionately kissed her deeply, feeling her eagerly respond.

They might well have continued, but Megumi's yell from downstairs interrupted them. They barely had time to separate before the younger sister flung the bathroom door open, yelling at Haru to hurry up and get ready. Seeing the two standing there naked, she froze, her mouth hanging open. Taking the chance, Ayato casually slung the towel around his shoulders and moved past her, telling them both that he was going to get dressed. Behind him, he could hear Megumi yelling at Haruka, though the yelling tapered off very quickly after whatever Haru said in response to her initial outburst.

So, here they were, standing around watching him look at the relic. Itsuki had explained that he had a theory that the Mu-phase in Ayato could allow him to use the relic - one of several scattered throughout the base - to access RahXephon directly. When he had asked how he was supposed to activate it, Itsuki had just told him that he would figure out how. In other words, Itsuki hasn't got a fucking clue. he thought, a touch resentfully.

“What are we doing?” whispered Megumi to Kim. Haruka, standing slightly behind her sister, answer her before Kim could.

“There's nothing to worry about.” she said, her tone confident and calm. For his sake, Itsuki better not have messed up with this experiment! she thought angrily. Losing Ayato after they had finally been able to consummate their love was not on her list of acceptable things. Megumi shot her sister an annoyed look.

“I wasn't.” she muttered. And what was with her this morning, anyway?! wondered the girl. Still, some of her sister's suggestions were even now worming their way through her mind. Looking at Ayato, she asked herself - for far from the first time - if she should or shouldn't act on some of the ideas that had come to mind over the last few weeks.

Well, no point in procrastinating. thought Ayato, slowly approaching the relic. I wonder how I am supposed to get this thing to work, exactly? He studied the strangely modern-looking relic with the winged angel that was the basis for TERRA's insignia. Maybe if I touch it? he wondered, slowly reaching out, his hands touching the thighs of the winged angel. A hentai thought wormed its way though his head. Not like I don't know about touching women's thighs! he thought happily. Under his hands, he felt an odd sensation of pliability, and before he knew it, he stepped into the relic, vanishing from the bridge.

Unsure of what else to do, the assembled Operators and staff of TERRA clapped politely. Megumi looked at Kim and her sister. “What just happened?” she wondered.

“Beats me.” replied Kim. “Maybe Itsuki knows.” she suggested.

“Yeah, no kidding.” murmured Megumi. “He seems to know everything else around here.” she muttered.

Itsuki watched Ayato appear out of one of the relics in the lab, floating into RahXephon's pilot chamber. Not for the first time, he wished he had some clue how things like that worked. Inside the chamber, Ayato opened his eyes and looked around. “She's not here.” he murmured.

-

Quon looked over the sheet music before her, part of the project that Jin had asked her to work on. It was still incomplete, and she had no way of making it sing the message the scorer had intended for it to send. “I cannot mend this song.” she said aloud. Jin will have to find the key to its message himself. she thought, closing the folder with the sheet music in it.

Turning to look across the bay at TERRA headquarters, she considered the other project weighing so heavily on her. Olin has broken the seal, she thought. It is almost time, and yet, Quon cannot teach Olin the tune until Olin has chosen to sing. she thought. Faintly, she felt something deep in her mind and soul. “Strength, Olin,” she whispered, hugging herself. “you are about to tested.” she cautioned him. My family will either make the instrument, or break the instrument. she thought silently.

“Quon?” came a voice from behind her. Turning, she saw Itsuki standing there, a tea cup in his hand. “Would you care for some tea?” he asked her. Smiling, Quon shook her head.

“Quon has something she must do.” said the woman, taking her umbrella and beret in hand before making her way toward the door. “Tonight.” she said, moving past him, a smile on her face.

“Tonight?” asked Itsuki blankly. “What about it?” he asked her.

“Quon will not be home tonight.” she said, closing the door.

-

Ayato grunted as he pumped into Kim's wet sex. The Operator had managed to catch him as he was preparing to go home, inviting him to accompany her to a café for some coffee and snacks. Since Megu and Haru would be at TERRA for several more hours, he had agreed. Originally, he had meant to see if he could catch Sayoko alone, but she was flooded with work.

Figuring that at worst, he could enjoy talking with the sexy Korean girl, and at best, could fuck her brains out, he had actually been looking forward to the next few hours. As promised, she had taken him by a small café not far from the main entrance to TERRA, but to his surprise, she had requested the coffee and cakes to go. Seeing his look, she had smiled at him warmly and suggested that they enjoy them at her place or the park. With an eye toward possibly getting her naked and on her back, he has suggested her place - a choice that had been enthusiastically seconded by the girl.

They had arrived at her place a half hour ago. The empty coffee cups were in her trash, and the small cakes were consumed. Almost before the last wrapper had been discarded into her waste basket, Ayato had slipped his arms around her waist. He had been surprised by the girl's receptiveness to his advances. Kim was apparently planning the same thing as he was, judging from her eager, passionate kisses.

Ayato was in no particular rush, but he did kind of plan to be home when Megu and Haru got back. It was just the way that it was. Pushing that thought aside after a peek at Kim's kitchen clock, he worked them toward her bedroom; not that Kim had any objections. In fact, the woman was already peeling off her TERRA uniform as they went.

Seeing what was under her uniform, Ayato found himself smiling. The woman was not overly-endowed, a fact that allowed her to wear what she wore comfortably. The bra was black silk and lace, strapless and front-fastening, the cups leaving the top third of her breasts bare. Fondling them and stroking them, Ayato suspected that the bra also tucked and lifted some, giving her more cleavage than she normally had. He tested the theory by flicking the fastener loose and watching the thin garment flutter off her.

Kim Hotal's bare tits were magnificent. Shapely, conical and tipped with puffy, dark brown nipples, they begged to be orally worshiped. Never one to turn down the request of a set of bare tits, Ayato happily leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, his fingers settling on the neglected one. Working the hard nubs with practiced care, he felt her shiver in response. Smiling, he continued his work.

His attention to her chest left her hands more or less free. Kim had no plans to let this situation continue, so she began to work on Ayato's clothes, wanting him naked as soon as possible. Of course, his oral and digital work on her chest was not helping her any. Bravely, she tried to concentrate enough to get him naked. God, I can't wait to feel him in me! she thought lustfully. It wasn't long before he felt her tug his boxers down and seize her prize.

Time to move along, I guess. he thought, abandoning her chest for the moment. Moving his hands down her sides, he unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall. The loss of her skirt revealed a pair of matched panties. He lightly trailed his hands along the crest of her hips, then down to explore her ass, finding that the panties were thong and appeared to be made of cotton and lace. That is a nice get up. thought Ayato absently, feeling his member throb in agreement. I wonder how Haru or Megu would look in something like this? Maybe…both? he mused before being distracted by another discovery.

His fingers had slipped down between her legs from her tight ass, and as they touched her sex, he found that the small panties and her upper thighs were soaked with her juice. “Kim-chan, have you been horny all day?” he asked her huskily. Kim nodded.

“Actually, I've been wet since that first time.” she replied honestly. “I need you, Ayato.” she begged. Ayato tugged her panties off and tossed them on the floor.

“Let's see what we can do about that.” he replied before sealing her lips with his own. Grabbing her ass cheeks, he pulled her hips to his, his hard length jabbing her in the belly before she eagerly gyrated her hips to tuck it between her legs, tight against her opening. The kissing gained a bit more urgency as Ayato began to lightly thrust in between her legs. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to last for long, he firmly eased her back some.

Seeing the look in her eyes, he smiled at her reassuringly and pressed on her shoulders steadily. Kim's eyes lit up with understanding. “I don't usually do this,” she said sexily, slipping to her knees on the bedroom floor, “but for you, I'd do anything.” she said before gently grabbing his hard length and rubbing her cheek against the tip. Opening her mouth, she made eye contact with him before her pink tongue slipped out and licked his tip provocatively. Hearing his soft moan, she smiled and pushed her head forward, his dick slipping into her wet mouth.

She may not be as skilled at giving head as Say-chan is, but she makes up for it in enthusiasm! he thought happily, lightly rubbing the sides of her head and cheeks as she bobbed her head up and down. For several minutes, only an occasional low moan and steady, wet slurping noises were heard in her apartment. As Ayato got closer to release, Kim pulled her lips off his hard length, stroking it with one hand as she made eye contact with him. Once she knew that he was watching, she moved her head down and playfully tickled one of his balls with the tip of her tongue before carefully sucking it inside her mouth and massaging it. Ayato gasped.

Considering this to be a good sign, Kim leisurely released the nut before taking the other one in her mouth. I have to be fair, after all! she though lustfully. As she paid oral attention to his balls, her hand was steadily pumping his length. She could feel him tremble in her hands. When his nut sack tightened, she swiftly thrust her head up, mouth open, to engulf his shaft once more.

Feeling his nuts tighten, Ayato knew he was about to blow. This was not lost on Kim, who apparently wanted his load in her mouth, since she all but jumped up and stuffed his dick down her throat. Hearing her needful whine, he grabbed her head and held her tight to him as he blew. “Swallow it, Kim-chan!” he ordered her. “Swallow it all, cum slut!”

Hearing him call her Kim-chan - followed by cum slut - pushed Kim's buttons enough to set off a mid-range orgasm. Eagerly, she swallowed his cum, sucking on his spurting member like a hotdog, one hand slipping down to touch her bare sex, which was soaked to the point that there would be a small puddle where she had squatted to suck his dick. Just imagining what she must look like, crouched there before him, giving him head, excited Kim. She was surprised to feel a thrill run down her spine to her pussy at the thought of other things she might do for him. Or for him to do to me! she realized.

With the last of his first load disappearing down her slim throat, Ayato panted as he recovered his breath. Looking down at her, he saw the look on her face. She looks like a kitten in a cream factory. he thought, smiling at her. And I guess, in a way, she is! he added. Gently cupping her chin, he urged her back up to her feet. Kim did as he indicated, and found him leading her to her bed. Carefully pushing her back, he let her fall onto her bed on her back, her legs over the edge.

Looking at the woman, he could feel his lust rising again. Kim was slim and beautiful, her skin an even, coppery brown from her repeated visits to the beach. Looking at her, he could see the faint lines from her bikini. Looking closer, he saw that her tan lines weren't deep. “Kim-chan, have you been laying out naked?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his hands tracing her tan lines.

Shivering at his touch, the woman answered his question. “S…sometimes.” she said. “I have the key to the roof, and I go up there a couple of times a week and lay out naked.” she managed, feeling his fingers touch her sex. Carefully teasing her clit, he smiled as it responded.

“Alone?” he wondered, feeling his member recovering swiftly as he smelled her arousal. Easing a finger down lower, he slipped it inside her, finding her to be completely flooded with juice, the thick fluid flooding out as he pressed his finger into her, coating his digit liberally as he explored her inner passage.

“Sometimes Haruka joins ah! me.” she mewed, feeling him add another finger to her cunt. Spreading her legs, she tucked one behind him as she bent the knee of the other one, grabbing it with her hand and holding it close to her chest. Ayato grinned as he watched her open herself to him as much as she could. From his vantage point, he could see her entire pink opening, as well as her puckered back door. Slowly, he pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy, watching her veritable flood of juice run down from her pussy to the bedspread.

“Haru-chan? Really?” he asked, somewhat surprised. Kim could barely nod, another wave of orgasmic bliss rolling through her. He thought of the Captain, and had to admit that it did sound like something that she would do. “Does Megu-chan ever join you?” he asked her. Kim mutely shook her head.

“T…too self-conscious.” she said. Pity, too - Megu's got a nice body. she thought to herself, feeling warm and uninhibited in her post-orgasmic state. Ayato slipped another finger into her sex. Kim moaned softly.

“Anyone else ever lay out naked with you?” wondered Ayato, pushing his fingers into her as deeply as he could before wiggling them against her slick, constricting walls. A strangled gasp was her reply. Taking mercy on her, he stopped moving his fingers for a moment. “What was that?” he asked her playfully.

“Sometimes, Elvy.” managed the panting woman. Her whole body trembled, on the verge of another orgasm. Ayato suddenly resumed tickling her from inside her sex, and Kim thrashed around as her third orgasm exploded from her pussy to every cell of her body.

Ayato watched her limp form pant, his dick throbbing. Well, I think she has gotten her share. he thought fondly. Withdrawing his fingers from her, he noticed the large wet spot under her hips. Looking at her exposed groin, he had a sudden idea. Say-chan likes it…and Kim said she'd do anything for me… he considered the girl sprawled out before him. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. he decided. “Kim-chan, have you ever…you know, done it from behind?” he asked her, touching her slick bud.

Kim managed to blink at him owlishly. “Huh?” she asked intelligently. Seeing her mind was not fully available for use, he rephrased the question.

“Ever been done in the ass?” he asked her bluntly, feeling more confident now that the initial topic had been broached. Kim shook her head. She could feel his finger rubbing her backdoor, slick with her cum. Feeling his fingertip begin to press into her ass, she groaned.

“No. Never.” she panted, feeling his finger push deeper into her. Ayato brought his other hand around, rubbing her clit as he began to work another finger into her ass.

“Want to try? It feels real good, and I'll be gentle.” he coaxed her. Kim considered that, though logical and rational thought were nearly impossible with his fingers on her sex and in her ass.

He wants to fuck my ass? she thought hazily, not realizing that her thoughts distracted her enough that he was able to edge his second finger into her virgin hole. God, that is something that only sluts like Nanamori do! It's so…so…trashy! Ayato twisted his wrist, pushing a pair of fingers into her molten pussy, displacing another stream of girl cum. With the added lubrication, his paired fingers sank all the way into her back door. Twirling his fingers, he delicately pressed on her clit. “Sure, let's do it.” Kim heard her voice say. Did I just say that?! she wondered, shocked.

“Thank you.” breathed Ayato, grabbing her hips and helping her roll over. As he did so, he kept his fingers in her ass, feeling her clench her muscles. Getting her situated, he positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy and drove it home in one stroke, a soft, surprised shriek coming from her throat. Beginning to slowly pump in her pussy with his dick, he mimicked the action with his fingers, still fully sunk in her ass.

“Didn't…you say you…wanted to fuck…my ass?” panted Kim, her words nearly slurred. Ayato spread his two fingers, steadily working her ass in preparation.

“Yes, but foreplay is important.” he reasoned. Thanks to Say-chan, I know what I am doing! he thought happily. The buxom assistant to Itsuki had been more than happy to instruct him in the fundamentals of anal sex. “And it will be a lot better with plenty of lube.” he added, a sharp smile on his lips. Kim found she had no argument for that.

It was perhaps five minutes later when he pulled his impatient boner from her drooling snatch and slid his fingers free of her tight ass. Moving his tip into position against her rear entrance, he got a good grip on her slim hips and slowly, steadily, pushed forward. Three times he repeated the attack before his tip pushed into her virgin ass. Both of them gasped in surprised pleasure. Instinctively, Kim clenched her muscles, seizing his dick in a nearly-painful grasp just behind the crown.

Deciding that he needed to help her relax a little before she crushed his dick, he used one hand to rub her lower back, and the other to work on her pussy. “Just relax and enjoy it, Kim-chan.” he said, his voice deeper than normal. Kim closed here eyes and tried to relax. It hurt some, but it also felt kind of good. Ayato began to softly hum.

Kim felt her nervousness vanish and a wave of euphoria sweep through her; as well as a fresh wave of arousal. Ayato felt her relax and slowly began to pump deeper into her. Fully ten minutes passed before he was all the way in her and could begin to pump. By then, his balls ached for relief. Setting a fast, strong pace, he plowed into her ass, feeling her pussy growing ever wetter, adding to the wet spot beneath her. His humming grew until it was nearly an aria, his eyes shifting to a deep, sooty red as his balls tightened. Moments later, he rammed as deeply into the girl as he could, blowing his second load.

Kim didn't feel it, though. She had passed out from intense pleasure overload two minutes before. Faintly, on her stomach, a barely discernable blue pattern appeared, before fading back to invisibility. Ayato went silent as he weakly fell onto the bed beside his unconscious lover, his limp dick pulling free of her deflowered ass, allowing a small trail of semen to escape her bowels. For nearly a half hour, Ayato caught his breath.

Finally rising, he looked at the clock, seeing he had little time to get home to greet Megu and Haru. Working his way to his feet, he paused to pull Kim out of the surprisingly large wet spot, tossing her sheet over her naked form; but not before he kissed her lips lovingly. “Thanks, Kim-chan. Hope you liked it as much as I did.” he whispered in her sleeping ear before making his way to her bathroom to clean up.

-

“Olin.” came Quon's voice as he stepped off the train nearest to the road that lead to his house. Blinking, he looked at the strange woman.

“Quon. What are you doing out here?” he asked her, surprised that she would be out and about at this hour. The woman smiled at him.

“Quon was meeting Olin.” she said simply, taking his arm and guiding it around her waist. “We will watch the stars. Together.” Ayato was ten steps away from where he had been before he realized that she was taking him toward the road that lead home.

“Wait a minute!” he protested.

“Hurry.” she said. “It will be time soon.” she added, leading him up the hill. Ayato fell into step with her, his arm still around her waist. Well, it's on the way home, he reasoned. Quon was smiling for no reason he could determine.

“Um, why so happy?” he asked her, curious about her mood.

“Olin is Quon's favorite.” was all she said, giving him a full, beautiful smile - if an enigmatic one. “This way.” she said, leading him up a steep, narrow set of over-grown steps about half way to his home. By the time that they reached the top, both of them were puffing a little. At the head of the stairs, he found himself looking at a shallow, grassy area, backed by ancient trees, giving a good view of the southern sky.

Quon led him to the side of the small lip, then sat down, tugging on his hand. Ayato sat beside her. “Not like that.” said Quon, pushing on his chest so he lay on his back. “Quon wants to be comfortable.” she said, laying her head against his chest. Though somewhat surprised, Ayato found her to be comfortable to hold.

“So, what…?” he began, only to have Quon touch his lips.

“Watch.” she said softly, pointing to the sky, halfway to the horizon. Ayato did as he was bid. It was a few minutes before he realized that there were short, bright streaks of light in the sky. Meteor shower? he wondered.

“Yes.” came Quon's voice. Ayato felt a shiver in his spine, since he knew for a fact that he had not said that out loud. “A show of light from destruction.” said the woman, her voice vibrating in his chest. Ayato thought for an instant that his markings itched, but only for an instant. “Such is Olin.” she said minutes later.

“What? What do you mean, `such is Olin'?” he wondered. He was naturally concerned, but he just didn't feel any panic at her words. The light show on the horizon grew in intensity.

“Two worlds were not meant to exist in one place.” said the woman. “One must inevitably give way to the other, the destruction of the one lighting the way for the other.” she said. “Forbidden song; and yet, it must be sung.” she said. Ayato knew he had heard that phrase before, but he couldn't quite place it. As he tried in vain to place it, the light show began to fade.

Quon didn't move from his chest. Even after the trails from the vaporizing meteors vanished, the two lay on the grass, together, looking at the sky. Eventually, Quon spoke. “Where was Olin going?” she asked him.

“I was heading home.” he said simply.

“Which home?” she asked him. Ayato opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly found himself wondering when - and even if - the house he had been bound to was `home' to him. In Tokyo Jupiter, Asahina and Mamoru are still trapped in that world, and Mom is probably unwittingly working for the Mu even now! Isn't that my real home? So, why do I think of Haru's place as `home' now? he wondered, frowning.

“I…don't know.” he said softly. Quon sat up, turned to him and leaned down until their noses touched.

“One real, the other illusion. Olin must determine which is, and which is not.” she said. “Quon will wait for Olin.” she said before bringing her lips to his in a soft, comfortable, leisurely kiss. Ayato had no idea how long it lasted, but when she broke the kiss, she sat back, then stood. “Quon will be with Olin when the answer is known.” she said. “A good night, Olin.” she said, moving toward the steps. Scrambling up, Ayato managed to walk down the treacherously steep steps with her.

“Quon, where…?” he began, seeing her turn for the monorail station.

“Quon has business elsewhere.” said the woman, smiling at him once more. “The ones in Olin's heart have returned.” she said, pointing to the distant house. Looking at it, he saw that Haru's car was there, and the lights were on.

Turning to Quon, he found her already several yards away, her pace seemingly slow, though her progress belied that impression. He started to take a step to pursue her, but stopped. Between her and the Shitow girls, he ultimately chose the Shitow girls. Turning toward the house, he marched home.

 

End Chapter 4