Chapter 184: Masane-Witchblade complication. Pulled to the bed +18

You extend your hand down to Albedo. She takes it, her golden eyes still glazed from the kiss, and you pull her to her feet - was she always this light - oh, right stronger. Instead of releasing her, you guide her around the table and settle her onto your lap.

She sits stiffly for exactly one second before she feels you beneath her - hard, pressing against her through your cargo pants. Her wings flare slightly, a soft sound escaping her throat. She shifts her weight, settling more firmly, and her composure fractures into something warmer.

"I'm no expert on conversation," you say, your voice carrying across the table while Albedo's breathing goes shallow against your chest. "But I've intentionally been making it a point to try. If any of you have anything you want to talk about, bringing it up isn't wrong. While we may not all agree - heck, you've all had some awkward conversations start from me before."

Albedo squirms slightly, her hips pressing down involuntarily. You keep your hands resting on her thighs, thumbs rubbing gently through the fabric of her gown.

"Bulma," you continue. "You've asked to bring up big tits-" You catch yourself. "Masane. With your research of the Witchblade as a reason. But our conclusion of her remaining deceased wasn't because of her potential power. It was because of her overbearing yet incapable personality, which - unless I get your group consent to mind control her - we don't yet have a solution for."

Bulma pushes her glasses up, blue ponytail swinging as she straightens in her chair. "The personality issue is real, I won't deny that. But my analysis of the Witchblade arm suggests the artifact bonds to a host's nervous system - it's not just a weapon, it's a symbiotic relationship. The personality instability might be the artifact amplifying existing traits rather than creating them."

"So you're saying she might be more stable without it?" Rin asks, Still twitching her fingers with her new Mana Manipulation skill.

"I'm saying I don't know yet," Bulma admits. "Which is exactly why I want more time. But I also don't think 'overbearing personality' is grounds for leaving someone dead when we have resurrection capability."

Maria speaks from her seat, violet eyes thoughtful. "The mind control option is... complicated. Dominate Person removes autonomy. If we're building governance around consent frameworks, using Dominate Person as a personality correction tool sets a dangerous precedent."

"It does," you agree. "Which is why I'm opening this for group consent rather than deciding alone. I will note that the reason we do it with-for the resurrected women is because of the resurrection price providing us with a preliminary excuse."

Albedo shifts on your lap, her voice coming out slightly breathless. "If the artifact is amplifying her personality defects, removing it before resurrection might resolve the issue without Dominate Person." She pauses, clearly struggling to maintain professional composure while your erection presses against her. "I would... recommend separating the arm first. Resurrect Masane without the Witchblade attached."

Bulma nods slowly. "That's actually testable. I could complete the separation analysis in forty-eight hours."

Yoruichi leans back, grinning. "So we're seriously debating whether to resurrect someone whose main problem was being annoying. That's the apocalypse now, huh?"

"Her personality got people killed," Rika says flatly. "That's not annoying. That's dangerous."

"Which is why the artifact separation matters," Bulma counters. "If the Witchblade was driving her behavior, she deserves a chance without it."

The table falls into thoughtful silence. Albedo's weight settles more comfortably against you, her earlier tension dissolving as the conversation moves away from her complaint and into practical territory.

"As for removing the Witchblade," you say, your hand resting on Albedo's thigh while she shifts subtly against your lap, "wasn't her arm already severed when we recovered her corpse?"

Bulma nods slowly. "Yes. The arm was separated at the shoulder. Clean cut, industrial-grade. The scientists that held her did it post-mortem."

"Right. So regardless of separation analysis, I need to tell you all a firm no until Bulma and..." You glance at Rika. "Rika watch the series. It should be on my hard drives. Before attempting removal, if I remember right, it was either the Witchblade repelling a removal attempt or finding a new host that started the story with a scale ten or thirteen earthquake."

Bulma's blue eyes widen. "An earthquake!?"

"With our current location being a ship in the middle of the Pacific," you continue, "even if the ship survives, that kind of response would make a record-breaking tidal wave and possibly relocate the Witchblade to an unknown host somewhere across the world."

Rika sets down her fork, tactical mind visibly recalculating. "You're saying the artifact has defensive mechanisms that respond to separation attempts with geological-scale destruction."

"That's my recollection. Confirm it while you're watching." You take a sip. "Back to Masane herself - I admit my memory isn't perfect, but if I'm remembering the flashbacks right, her personality problems predated receiving the Witchblade. Confirm that too."

Bulma pulls up her tablet, already making notes. "I'll start the series tonight. Forty-eight hours minimum for thorough analysis."

"And if I resurrect her," you add, "the Witchblade is likely to instantly re-embed itself in her. The artifact chose her. Separated or not, her resurrection would probably trigger re-bonding."

Albedo shifts on your lap, her wings settling. "So the practical path is: watch the source material, understand the artifact's behavior patterns, then decide whether resurrection is safe."

"For the time being. Which brings us to another subject." You turn to Maria.

Her violet eyes meet yours - there's something careful in them now. She knows what's coming.

"Maria. I believe you've become a bit obsessed with the flawed idea that we're creating a government based on consent frameworks."

The table goes quiet again. Maria's fingers tighten on her glass.

"A few rules, yes," you continue, "but those will be for our own group. We won't be pushing them onto others. Consent is preferable, but we've already added reasons and conditions that would allow exceptions if needed. Masane, if dangerous or aggressive, qualifies as my discretion being a dimensional traveler."

Maria's jaw works. "While not wanting to mind-control everyone we meet, you're starting to use it almost as an excuse to limit our options."

The words land hard. Maria doesn't flinch, but her expression shifts - something between hurt and stubborn refusal to back down.

"I'm not limiting options," she says quietly. "I'm ensuring we don't become the thing we're fighting against. The consent framework isn't obsession, Brad. It's the difference between a group people choose to stay in, and a group they can't leave. Between allies and captives."

"And when someone is dangerous?" you ask. "When their personality gets other people killed?"

"Then you handle it. But you handle it knowing what you're choosing." Her violet eyes don't waver. "I'm not saying never use Dominate Person. I'm saying don't make it the first tool you reach for. Don't let convenience become default."

Rika speaks up, voice measured. "She's not wrong about the slippery slope concern. But Brad's also not wrong that we can't committee every threat response."

"I'm not asking for committees," Maria says. "I'm asking for awareness. That's all."

You shift Albedo slightly on your lap, her weight settling more comfortably as you lean forward, addressing the table with a kind of deliberate calm that comes from having thought about this longer than anyone else in the room.

"While I agree that it's an easily slippery slope, we have made and discussed our rules exactly to prevent that," you say. "My complaint is that those rules which we carefully made have been repeated like a brick wall at the very mention of the possibility. We are ALL very aware of the dangers and are being careful about it without needing it repeated in incorrect context."

Maria's lips press together but she doesn't interrupt.

"As for Masane," you continue, gesturing broadly. "I'll use all of you and the five sleeping as examples. Many of you are combatants. As the five sleeping have proven, even otherworldly combatants can be captured and, reduced. Am I expected to babysit and pamper every beautiful confident female combatants who get caught in bad situations across the world repeatedly?"

Mikasa's dark eyes narrow slightly at that. Riveria's jade gaze sharpens.

"Like Kenshin, Yusuke and Mugen - if any of you want to go wandering across the country, I'm not stopping any of you and even have offered my support through your rings. But I will not coddle or baby any who choose to leave my sight. The danger is there, and just like all of you have always had the option of leaving, these five will be given a similar option despite their confidence and danger."

Rika nods slowly. "Fair point. We chose to stay."

"Masane specifically, however, is an inept combatant and barely capable of caring for herself as a person in a normal society." You hold up a hand before Bulma can object. "Just knowing her personality from the anime, I know she'll first demand that I send her home with dimensional research we're still trying to figure out ourselves. Then when that fails, she'll demand we save the entire world and endlessly resurrect every human we can - we've already covered how bad of an idea that is. Then she'll demand that I - we - sponsor her endless humanitarian crusade."

Yoruichi snorts. "Sounds exhausting."

"Very, her standard tactic is to whine and demand excessively until she's given pieces of her unreasonable demands. Her list of demands will continue as dumb and empty as her head," you say flatly. "And if we kick her out, unleashing those big tits among humanity, she will be attacked repeatedly and rely on the Witchblade, likely having countless criminals slaughtered while slowly killing herself." You pause, tilting your head. "Actually, that might also be a good idea. It would lower the male criminal population."

Silence. Then Rin covers her mouth with her hand, shoulders shaking. Nova's golden eyes widen before she looks away, clearly suppressing laughter. Even Maria's lips twitch despite her earlier hurt.

"You might not be not wrong about her personality," Bulma admits reluctantly. "We'll check in the series... She sounds impulsive. Reckless. Making terrible decisions constantly while being convinced she was right."

"So the question isn't whether she's annoying," Rika says, her tactical mind cutting through. "It's whether the artifact makes her dangerous enough to justify leaving her dead, or whether she's manageable without it."

"Which brings us back to watching the series," you say. "Bulma, Rika - together. Confirm whether her personality problems predate the Witchblade. If they do, we have options. If the artifact was amplifying existing traits, preventing it's re-merging might give us a functional person."

Bulma nods, already pulling up the episode list on her tablet. "I'll start tonight."

Maria speaks quietly. "I hear you about the brick wall. I'll... adjust my approach." She meets your gaze. "But I'm not abandoning the framework. I'm just going to stop treating every conversation like it needs a consent audit."

"That's all I'm asking," you say.

"Anyone else have topics before we call it a night?" you ask, letting your gaze sweep the table.

Silence. A few headshakes. Bulma's already pulling up the Witchblade episode list, muttering something about episode runtime calculations. Rika leans back, arms crossed, clearly satisfied with the Masane discussion's resolution.

Through the Telepathy Web, you send a message to your contracted servants, "I'll address Job Classes privately. Don't raise the subject in front of the others more than needed."

Acknowledgments ripple back. Rin's is crisp and analytical. Hinata's carries warmth. Nova's comes with a flicker of amusement.

"Then we're done." You shift Albedo slightly on your lap. "I believe several of you had plans."

Albedo's golden eyes gleam. She rises from your lap with deliberate grace, her wings unfurling slightly, and extends her hand. "We did."

Kurumi appears at your other side almost before Albedo finishes speaking - temporal perception making her prepared movements seem like teleportation. Her heterochromatic eyes catch the light as she takes your arm. "Master, your bedroom awaits."

They guide you through the galley into the Magnificent Mansion's entrance hall, and you hear chairs scraping behind you. Mikasa falls into step. Maria. Rin. Nami stretches and follows with a yawn. Riveria's jade eyes track you with intensity. Yoruichi materializes from somewhere - you never see her move, only suddenly she's there, grinning.

The master bedroom door closes behind a procession of women. Albedo's hands find your shirt immediately, pulling it over your head while Kurumi's fingers work your belt with perfect efficiency.

"On the bed," Albedo commands softly, pushing you backward onto the massive mattress. "Face up."

You land among silk sheets. Mikasa is already straddling your hips before you've settled, her Survey Corps jacket discarded, her muscular thighs gripping your waist as she sinks down onto your cock with a sharp exhale. Her dark eyes lock onto yours - that intense, possessive gaze she reserves for these moments.

"Mine first," she breathes, rolling her hips.

Maria kneels beside the bed, violet eyes watching with that particular hunger she's developed. "Thirty minutes per turn," she announces, as if conducting an orchestra. "Or until he finishes inside you. Whichever comes first."

Mikasa doesn't respond verbally. She plants her palms on your chest and rides you hard, her internal muscles clenching with each drop, her breath coming in short gasps. The wet sound of her body accepting yours fills the room alongside the soft rustle of fabric as other women undress.

Rin settles onto the bed beside you, her white blouse already open, her breasts spilling free as she leans down to kiss your neck. "After Mikasa," she murmurs against your skin. "I've been thinking about this before dinner and all through those discussion."

Nami stretches out on your other side, orange hair splayed across the pillow, one hand idly tracing your transformed abs. "Third," she declares. "Captain's privilege."

Mikasa's pace increases. Her thighs tremble. She throws her head back, mouth open, and comes with a strangled cry - her pussy spasming around your shaft in tight waves. You grip her hips and thrust upward, spilling inside her as her orgasm milks you.

She collapses forward onto your chest, panting. "Good," she whispers.

Riveria is already moving to take her place before Mikasa has fully dismounted - jade eyes burning, collar glinting in the low light, her white lace discarded. She mounts your face with the grace of a royal elf, pressing her pussy to your lips as gentle as a kiss.

Rin takes Mikasa's place above your hips positioning herself while watching your hands trace up Riveria's sides and cup her breasts.

Your hands massage Riveria's breasts, cupping the soft weight of them as your tongue works against her pussy. She's already trembling above you, jade eyes half-lidded, her elven ears flushed pink with arousal. The collar around her throat catches your attention each time she rolls her hips against your mouth.

Behind her, Rin rides you with precision - her white blouse hanging open, breasts swaying with each controlled descent. She plants her palms on your chest, fingers splayed across the new definition of your muscles, and watches your face under Riveria with possessive intensity.

"You're harder than usual," Rin murmurs, clenching around your shaft. "The transformation suits you."

Riveria's whimper vibrates through her entire body. Your fingers circle her nipples - those sensitive peaks that balance between her oversensitive ears and desensitized vagina - and she gasps, her hands rising above yours instinctively, holding them tight against her breasts. The royal elf's composure fractures in stages: first the controlled breathing breaks, then her hips grind involuntarily against your tongue, and finally her hands float above yours as though presenting her breasts for your exclusive use.

"Ah-" Riveria's voice cracks. "My king, I-"

You suck her clit gently and she shatters. Her thighs clamp against your head, her back arching, and her hands hover trembling above yours as the orgasm rips through her.

Rin's pace quickens watching Riveria come apart. She leans forward, dark hair falling across your chest, and rides you harder - chasing her own release with the competitive fire that defines her. Her pussy grips your cock in waves as she gets close.

"Don't you dare finish before me," she breathes, violet eyes narrowing.

You hold back, focusing on the taste of Riveria still lingering in reach of your lips, the soft weight of the elf's breasts in your palms as she recovers above you. Rin comes with a sharp cry, her internal muscles milking your shaft in desperate pulses, and you let yourself spill inside her with a groan muffled against Riveria's pussy.

Rin collapses forward, panting against your shoulder. "Good," she whispers - echoing Mikasa's earlier word with territorial satisfaction.

Riveria dismounts your face with trembling grace, settling beside you on the silk sheets, jade eyes unfocused and dreamy. Her hand finds yours and squeezes.

Nami is already positioning herself. The orange-haired navigator straddles your hips with authority, her tank top discarded, her cutoff skirt hiked up around her waist. She's wet - visibly, obscenely wet - and when she sinks down onto your still-hard cock she throws her head back with a moan that fills the bedroom.

"Third," she declares breathlessly, rolling her hips. "Captain's pleasure!"

Albedo watches from the edge of the bed, white gown already discarded, her wings folded behind her. Golden eyes track every movement of Nami's body with calculating hunger. She counts silently on her fingers - thirteen. This will be fourteen.

"Take your time, Nami," Albedo says softly, her voice carrying that particular edge of anticipation. "I have all night."