Chapter 115: Dinner conversations. Rin, Albedo and Bulma ride. Robin questions openness. +18

Passing by a window, seeing the sun almost on the horizon and no jet ski's in the water, you reach out through the telepathy web. Everyone done with the jet skis for today?

C.C.'s mental voice comes back first, carrying amusement. Been back for twenty minutes. Violet's helping me secure them properly.

All clear, Yoruichi confirms.

You focus on the active Gates, feeling their active states through the network. The portals connecting vehicle deck to open ocean cancel one at a time. The first portal linking vehicle deck to upper deck remains active, its cost necessary to slow the networks massive generation.

The galley ahead fills with voices and movement. You push through the door with Asia, finding tables already occupied - Robin coordinating food distribution, Rika checking weapons inventory in the corner, Kurumi adjusting her French maid outfit while talking to Maria.

Riveria enters a few moments behind you, Tuka and Liza flanking her. The high elf wears only the black leather collar at her throat, white lace bra and matching panties that leave little to imagination, and the Anchoring Band on her finger. Conversations slow for a moment.

You cross the space in four steps, fingers hooking through the collar's D-ring. Riveria's Jade eyes meet yours as you pull her forward gently, claiming her mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. Her lips part beneath yours, submitting completely while remaining aware of every watching gaze.

When you release her, you keep your voice clear enough for the room to hear. "My Elven Queen."

Riveria's breathing quickens slightly. "Master."

You turn to Tuka and Liza. The elf girl watches with wide confusion, speaking rapid High Elven that you don't understand. Liza's scaled arms cross protectively over her chest, reptilian tail coiled tight.

"I apologize," you say to both, reminding Tuka of the telepathic link. "Rather important changes happened hours after your arrival. Hopefully joining us for dinner will help settle things."

Tuka responds in High Elven, this time remembering to use the telepathy web, while gesturing between you and Riveria. "Does the collar mean, what I think it means..."

"Yes," you confirm. "Riveria accepted enslavement to save her people. The Anchoring Bands you're both wearing - Asia and Riveria explained those?"

Liza nods once, not speaking. Tuka's High Elven flows again, softer this time. "My ancestors made... similar sacrifices during the wars."

You nod slowly, "I suspect, those were rather different than this. Which is a much larger conversation, for much later."

"Bulma, Please queue up a series to play during and after dinner," you request across the galley. "Surprise me with the selection."

Bulma looks up from where she's been setting up projection equipment near the wall and grins, blue ponytail swaying as she connects cables. "I've been browsing your collection. This'll be interesting."

The galley fills with the clatter of plates and murmured conversations as food distribution begins. You settle into a chair near the center table, Asia taking the seat beside you while Riveria guides Tuka and Liza to nearby spots. The high elf's exposure draws occasional glances but no commentary.

"So the jet skis are coming back out tomorrow?" Yoruichi asks from across the table, grinning. "After breakfast

"Yeah," you confirm. "Same setup - portals open after we eat, close before dinner. Worked well today."

C.C. slides into a seat with her plate, green hair catching the overhead lights. "Bulma's got the projection ready. You're really making me watch my own timeline?"

"You asked what happened," Bulma calls from where she's adjusting cables near the wall. "This is the most efficient answer. Plus it's genuinely good television."

Kurumi appears at your shoulder, French maid outfit pristine, carrying a tray of drinks. "Master, regarding the timeline-sight sharing..." Her heterochromatic eyes meet yours. "Many of the alternate futures are quite dark. Should I implement some form of... consent verification before sharing?"

"That's something I started talking about with Maria, and probably wise," you say slowly. "Some of what you see and could share would absolutely be traumatizing for people who aren't prepared. Maybe require a variation of informed consent or explicit permission before showing anyone those visions? or have someone with to steady your participant."

"Understood." Kurumi's expression softens with approval. "I'll establish a standard."

Rika leans forward from her position near the wall. "How's the Navy enchantment project progressing? Webb sent another update request an hour ago."

"Twelve ships left on his current priority list," you answer. "I'm doing them in groups of five now that I've confirmed the Spectral Hand teleportation method works at extended range. Complete success so far."

"Groups of five?" Maria asks, curiosity evident. "Why that specific number?"

"Ah, Rika misunderstood my five finger answer as five-an-hour when I was only wanting to do five-a-day. I didn't correct it because while unintended, five an hour still works, giving me time to shuffle between things, while maintaining good results. I'll do seven after dinner and should have Webb's priority list finished in the morning."

The wall-mounted display flickers to life, showing Code Geass's opening sequence. Several conversations pause as attention shifts toward the screen.

"That's Lelouch?" C.C. asks quietly, studying the dark-haired protagonist. "He looks... older than I remember."

"This is twelve years after you left," Bulma explains. "The future, by technicality."

The first episode plays through Lelouch's introduction - his chess match, his encounter with Britannian soldiers, his discovery of C.C. in the transport. When the Geass contract scene begins, C.C.'s expression shifts to something complicated.

"I gave him that power," she murmurs. "Made him part of this cycle."

"That cycle, that timeline." you clarify to everyone. "Each show or series can be best described as a single closed timeline. the second any of you appeared outside of it, you were either not a part of that timeline to begin with, or no longer the timeline which will be shown."

The second episode continues through Lelouch's first strategic victory, his formation of the Black Knights' foundation. You catch several of the women watching C.C.'s reactions rather than the screen itself.

Tuka speaks in rapid High Elven, the words filtering through the telepathy web with Riveria's translation assistance. "The tactical thinking is impressive. Is this common in your world's entertainment?"

"Some shows emphasize strategy over action, Few succeed." you answer. "Code Geass is particularly strong in that category and famous partially because of it's success."

Liza remains silent throughout, scaled arms wrapped protectively around herself, but her reptilian eyes track the screen with evident focus.

You finish the last bite of your meal and push your plate aside, excusing yourself and moving to the galley's corner. you begin Scrying for the distant destroyers and frigates on Webb's priority list.

Spectral Hand forms, the manifestation teleported thousands of miles south and west. You begin the methodical work of enchanting ship after ship - interface configurations, network nodes, energy conversion. Seven ships one after the next, each taking roughly six and a half minutes.

Albedo appears at your left elbow as you've finished the fifth vessel, Bulma claiming your right. "You're coming with us," Albedo says quietly, her succubus wings folded against her back. "You've earned rewards and rest."

"Almost done," you murmur, completing the sixth ship's warding field configuration. The seventh and final destroyer accepts its enchantments smoothly - refuel, repair, crew-wide cleanliness and thermostasis layering into place. "There. Seven down, five left for morning."

Bulma's fingers curl around your bicep. "Good. Now move."

They guide you toward the corridor, and you glance back over your shoulder. Riveria, you send through the telepathy web. Come.

The high elf's jade eyes meet yours across the galley. She rises immediately, the black collar at her throat catching the overhead lights, white lace lingerie doing nothing to conceal the graceful lines of her body. Tuka and Liza watch her departure with confused expressions.

Rin stands from her seat, stretching with deliberate languor. Robin follows a moment later, then Nami, Hinata adjusting her miniskirt maid outfit as she joins the procession. Violet brings up the rear, blonde hair framing her shoulders.

"The communal bedroom," Albedo explains as you walk. "Seven virgins, rewarding your lips with our own."

You reach the door - heavy steel converted to living quarters through necessity and clever arrangement. Inside, four king-sized mattresses form a continuous sleeping surface covering most of the floor space. Dimmed lighting creates intimate shadows.

Rin closes the door behind the group with a soft click. "I negotiated tonight's arrangement," she says, moving to stand before you. "The others agreed - I get to ride you solo for tonight. Mikasa takes over after her night shift ends."

Albedo's hands begin working at your shirt. "The seven virgins know exactly what they're doing," the succubus purrs. "We'll take turns wrapping our legs around your face while Rin handles the main event. We're here to reward your hard work."

Bulma grins wickedly, fingers already at your belt. "Consider this advanced group coordination practice."

Albedo's fingers unbuttons your shirt while Bulma tugs your belt free. You pull Rin close, claiming her mouth in a slow kiss. Her tongue meets yours as she begins unfastening her own blouse, black fabric sliding off her shoulders to pool at her feet.

The rest follows quickly - her skirt, her undergarments, until she's pressing bare skin against you while Albedo finishes removing your pants. Rin's hands guide you backward onto the mattresses, her body following you down. She straddles your hips, positioning herself carefully before sinking down with a slow exhale.

"Perfect," she murmurs, beginning to grind in shallow circles. Her inner walls flex around you as natural lubrication builds, her breathing deepening as she establishes rhythm.

Bulma's already naked, blue ponytail swaying as she climbs over your torso. "My turn first," she announces cheerfully, thighs spreading as she lowers herself over your face. The heat and wetness of her sex presses against your mouth, her hands bracing on the wall above.

Your tongue finds her clitoris immediately, circling it with firm pressure. She gasps, hips rocking forward. "Oh fuck yes - right there."

Rin's pace increases above your waist, her hands flat on your chest for leverage. The dual sensations create overlapping waves - Rin's tight grip sliding up and down your shaft while Bulma's taste floods your mouth.

Albedo strips with deliberate theatricality nearby, succubus wings unfurling as she removes her elegant white dress. Her breasts bounce free when she unhooks her bra, pale skin gleaming in the dim lighting. "Watching this is driving me insane," she breathes, fingers trailing down her own stomach. "Riveria collared, then watching Rin mount you while Bulma rides your face..."

Nami sits cross-legged on the adjacent mattress, completely nude, orange hair framing her shoulders. This is her first time joining the nightly rotation, curiosity evident in how she tracks every movement.

Hinata kneels in her miniskirt maid outfit nearby, lavender eyes focused as she slowly removes each piece. This will be her fifth time - anticipation clear in how her thighs press together.

Robin and Violet remain in their undergarments, seated side by side. Robin's expression carries bemused humor while Violet studies facial expressions with clinical focus, cataloging each reaction.

Riveria waits in her white lace lingerie and black collar, jade eyes tracking Rin's movements. Her second time participating, first since accepting enslavement.

Your fingers glide up Bulma's inner thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her core before your palms flatten against her stomach. She gasps when your hands cup her breasts, fingers brushing over hardened nipples while your tongue circles and pokes her clitoris.

"Oh fuck - right there," Bulma pants, her blue ponytail swaying as her hips rock against your face. You squeeze her breasts firmly, timing the pressure with each flick of your tongue. Her thighs tremble on either side of your head.

You increase the speed and pressure, feeling her approaching climax in how her inner walls pulse. When she crests over the edge, her cry fills the room and you hold her up by her breasts, continuing the stimulation through wave after wave until she's shaking and gasping.

"Too much - too much," Bulma finally breathes, and you ease off gradually.

Albedo doesn't wait. She gently lifts Bulma aside, positioning herself above you with supernatural precision. Her succubus wings unfurl briefly as she lowers herself, guiding your hands to her larger breasts while her wet heat presses against your mouth.

"Perfect," Albedo purrs, her pale skin flushed. You can feel the otherworldly heat of her body, the way her succubus nature makes every sensation more intense. Your fingers sink into the soft flesh of her breasts while your tongue explores her folds.

"Riveria, strip and sit above me, facing Albedo," you send through the telepathy web.

The high elf rises momentarily, white lace falling away to reveal her lean body. The black collar catches the light as she climbs onto the mattress, positioning herself above your head facing Albedo, jade eyes meeting gold.

"Albedo, kiss and tease Riveria" You watch their faces together with pressure on Albedo's breasts. The succubus grins and claims Riveria's mouth, her larger breasts pushing the backs of your hands firmly against Riveria's modest chest, their two faces disappearing above the worlds. The contrast is striking - Albedo's supernatural enthusiasm against Riveria's careful control.

You increase the speed and pressure on Albedo's sex, feeling how she responds to the aggressive stimulation. Her hips grind down against your face while her tongue explores Riveria's mouth. The high elf's breathing quickens, her body responding despite the psychological distance created by her enslavement.

Rin's pace increases above your waist, her hands braced on your chest for leverage as she rides you with increasing urgency. The overlapping sensations create waves of pleasure - Rin's tight grip sliding up and down your shaft, Albedo's taste flooding your mouth, the heat of Riveria's back pressed against your knuckles.

Nami watches with wide eyes, orange hair framing her face. This is all new to her - the coordination, the simultaneous pleasure.

You thrust upward in gentle rhythm, feeling Rin's inner walls tighten as her climax approaches. Her breathing quickens above you, hands braced on your chest while she rides through building waves of pleasure. Your tongue maintains steady pressure on Albedo's clitoris, the succubus grinding down against your face with increasing urgency.

Rin cries out first, her body shuddering as orgasm crashes through her. You continue the gentle thrusts, prolonging her pleasure while she trembles and gasps. Albedo follows moments later, pale thighs clamping around your head as her climax hits. You feel your own release building and let it come, spilling inside Rin while maintaining oral attention on Albedo throughout.

The succubus's kiss with Riveria grows more aggressive during her peak, one hand tangling in jade hair while the other cups the high elf's modest breast. Riveria's control crumbles beneath Albedo's genuine enthusiasm - her breath catches, thighs trembling on either side of your head as unexpected arousal floods through her.

Albedo finally pulls back with a satisfied groan, sliding off your face. Rin remains impaled on your shaft, catching her breath.

Robin shifts position nearby, curiosity evident on her face. "I've been wondering about something," she says, her voice carrying casual interest. "Why are so many of you comfortable joining this... arrangement, despite most being virgins?"

"I've been curious about the same, but not particularly wanting to risk the answer..." You reply as your fingers trace up Riveria's inner thighs, cupping her wet slit. She gasps at the contact, jade eyes wide.

Nami speaks from where she sits cross-legged, orange hair catching the dim lighting. "Because he's not pushing us to lose our virginity." She gestures toward Rin, still mounted on your shaft. "She's literally the only non-virgin here right now, and she's the one who's getting penetration."

Hinata nods from her kneeling position, lavender eyes thoughtful. "Goshujin-sama ordered me to receive oral six times before losing my virginity. I'm at four of six. The structure creates safety, relationship before permanence."

"I was told eighteen times," Albedo adds, stretching languidly, her breasts making a grand display. "Currently at six of eighteen. The delay makes participation both enjoyable without pressure, and torture because of the desire."

Violet's quiet voice joins in. "He encouraged me to remain virgin for now. To learn through observation and choice rather than expectation."

Bulma grins from nearby. "It's the value placed on virginity itself that makes this work. Normally men are in a rush to get into each of us, sense he has a partner on him essentially protecting us, and is willing to pleasure us without pushing for us to take the loss, We're comfortable. If there was pressure to fuck, none of us would probably be here."

Riveria's breath quickens beneath your fingers as you stroke her through the lace. "Sango and I joined because we were confident it was safe," she admits softly. "No risk of losing control."

Robin's expression shifts to understanding. "So his individual known stance and willing partners enables the situation, which creates the opportunity for... Openness?"

"An opportunity for multiple virgins to take turns riding his face... Openness works." Nami confirms with a giggle.