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GM:So Man C lands a hit on Sen, for… Well, not to be the bearer of bad news, but that was for eleven damage. I’m rolling pretty good today… Sorry.

Sen:E-eleven…? My HP is seventeen, so…that leaves me with six…

Miyako:Another hit like that and you’re gonna die, I bet…

GM:And following that… Showing the weakened Sen no mercy, Man D readies his bowgun. Roll for evasion with your Agility stat.

Sen:… for eight…! Hope that works…

GM:Ahh, sorry, but that’s a hit.

Sen:No way…

GM:Now, Tsukiko.

Tsukiko:Hmm?

GM:You’ve got the Protect action, remember, which lets you take damage applied to someone on an adjacent square. What will you do?

Tsukiko:…! I’m gonna Protect her, of course! I’ve got my little sister’s back!

GM:Right. So Tsukiko covers Sen and takes four damage.

Tsukiko:Good. Nothing worth losing sleep over. You okay, Sen?

Sen:Um, thanks, Bro…

Tsukiko:Hey, it’s any brother’s job to protect his little sister… Oh, right, I’m a sister, too.

Miyako:Okay, my turn. I’ll use a Potion to heal Chihiro.

Using the Potion fully healed Sen’s HP.

On the next turn, Sen wheeled behind Itsuki and fired an Arrow at Man A.

“Graahhh!”

With a final roar, the man thudded to the ground.

“There’s one, finally,” Itsuki said as he healed himself with a Potion—only to have Man B damage him again in the next turn.

Deathmask:Hmm… We’re just gonna get whittled down like this. I think our only option is to use some more-powerful magic to kill them all at once.

Miyako:Can we do that? I know I can attack multiple foes, but I don’t know if I can kill them in one go.

Deathmask:Not with normal spells. But if we power them up, we can.

Miyako:Power them up?

Deathmask:My unique skill, Lilim’s Kiss, could make you a lot stronger.

Miyako:Well, hang on! You aren’t gonna power me up by doing something…gross, are you?

Deathmask:C’mon, Sis, it’s the only way…!

Miyako:You can act as serious as you want, but you won’t fool me! There’s got to be something else we can do!

Deathmask:There’s not. We have to screw to survive, Myaa.

Miyako:You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?!

Deathmask:Well, I made this unique skill and all. It’d be a shame if I didn’t try it out.

Miyako:All right, I’m gonna use my rail gun! I’m bound to kill one of ’em with it, at least!

GM:Sadly, your rail gun—I mean, your Thor’s Bullet skill—requires one mithril piece per shot.

Miyako:Mithril?

GM:Yes. These are coins made of mithril. They’re extremely valuable, and you guys don’t have any.

Miyako:Aw, man…

Deathmask:Sex is the only answer! Please, you need to accept the truth!

Miyako:N-no! I’m saving myself for my true love…!

Deathmask:Oh, don’t give me that innocent act. What happened to the real Myaa, preying on the opposite sex left and right?

Miyako:Stop spreading lies about me! I thought you loved Itsuki anyway! You think he’s okay with that?!

Deathmask:I’m not the purehearted maiden I usually am, who blushes at the sensation of a single finger upon my skin. I’m the red-hot licentious Loli Deathmask, who does it with anyone, hetero or not!

GM:…Let me add that Lilim’s Kiss works via mucus contact, so a kiss is just fine, really.

Deathmask:It… It is…?! Since when did that get written in…?!

GM:We’ve got children under eighteen in the room. I have to.

Deathmask:Ugh… Like you ever cared about that before, Prince Manwhore… Well, all right, Miyako. Pucker up.

Miyako:…Well, a…a kiss ought to be all right…and I’m in the game world anyway, so we’re notreallydoing it…

Deathmask:Good. So I go up to Myaa and cast Lilim’s Kiss. She’s agreed to it, so it automatically succeeds. Here we go!Smooch.

Miyako:Whoa! I said we didn’t have to really do it!

Deathmask:Just kidding… The ten-year-old girl’s waifish tongue penetrates the soft, pert lips of the twenty-year-old grown woman. Their tongues intertwine in the most obscene of ways, their spit freely exchanged with each other. Mfff… The others can hear loud smacking sounds, along with Miyako losing all control and panting out of the corners of her mouth. “Nnh… Ah, ahhh…  !”

Miyako:H-hey, don’t cook up my reactions for me!

Deathmask:I say, “Hee-hee, you’re so cute, Big Sis… ” as I indulge myself with Miyako’s tongue. Soon, I nimbly remove the tassel keeping her robe together. It silently slips off her and falls to the ground, exposing her young and supple skin to the world. She removes her lips from mine, a single string of spit connecting us. “Agh! No! Oh, I’m so embarrassed,” she exclaims as her cheeks begin to redden. “We can’t let ourselves do this,” she says, attempting to push my small body away from her. But she’s only putting a bare minimum of force into it. I snicker at her. “That’s what your mouth might be saying,” I say as I flash a devilish grin at her, “but you’re anticipating this as much as I am, aren’t you, Sister?” I extend a hand to Miyako’s undergarments, nimbly using it to remove both her bra and her shorts. She is now stark naked, her shame and anticipation making her visibly shake. I give her a satisfied look as I remove my own garments, applying my lips to one of her nipples and playing with the edge of it with my tongue. “Ahhh!” Miyako gasps. “Hee-hee-hee! Are you feeling it?” I say, applying more force. “What a dirty big sister you are!” My fingers trace complex paths across Miyako’s body in assorted places, making her wince and groan with each stop they make. In another moment, they reach inside the most sensitive place on her entire body. “You’re melting in my hands, Sis,” I say. “How blissfully deviant.” Miyako is panting, in a state of pure ecstasy, slack-jawed as she begs me to go on. “Ooh, I can’t take any more…  ”

Miyako:I can’t take any more of this!

Smack!

Miyako, face red as a tomato, gave Nayuta a slap to the head.

“…That hurt, Myaa,” Nayuta blithely reported, her cheek a bit flushed.

“Nngh… I told you I only wanted a kiss…” Miyako moaned, tears in her eyes.

Nayuta gave an impish smile. “Well, it’s your fault for having such a dirty mind… I wish someone could’ve stopped me. I’m terrible at figuring out how those sorts of things should end.”

Chihiro had his head pointed at the floor, just as tomato-like as Miyako. Itsuki and Haruto were flushed as well, paying rapt attention to the proceedings.

“I’m amazed you can just whip out an erotic story like that from nothing, too…”

“Oh, any writer can do that,” Nayuta deadpanned. “I didn’t exactly make an effort on the prose, either.”

“…Really?” Miyako asked, looking at Itsuki and Haruto.

“…If you’re asking whether I can do that or not,” Itsuki replied, “then yeah, I can.”

Haruto snickered. “I wouldn’t read it out loud to somebody else, though.”

“…You writers are so weird,” Miyako said with a sigh, her frustration and awe both evident in it.