>>3983792
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>3983792
First for Comiket

>>3983792
Ignore political unrest, acquire doujins

IT'S TIME

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IT'S FINALLY HERE!

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"I miss ya, Whitney," Armstrong says. He drums his fingers on the restaurant's table.

She does her trademark wheeze laugh. "That's rich. I don't think a day went by without you saying to me--" (she lowers her voice as deep as it can go) "--'hurr durr hurr, you're the worst CEO in history.'"

Armstrong takes off his glasses and wipes them clean. "You ever hear that Churchill quote about -- you know what, I'll just assume you haven't. To paraphrase: Whitney Darkbloom is the worst possible CEO, except for all the others."

Whitney slurps her milkshake.

"Where's Cerise?" Armstrong asks. "I wanted to give her an attagirl for winning her seat. I'm surprised Vivian was able to manage her campaign so well in the final days..."

"She's at some weeaboo shit in San Fran with Ally and the others. Alex and me will be headed there too, after this."

Alex, next to her, nods.

"What, that comic book convention?" Armstrong asks.

"Ayep," Whitney says.

"The world's fucking falling apart here," Armstrong breathes. "I have to be choppered into work every day. Only our most absolute critical systems engineers and project devs are on-site, and they have to live inside the building, because it isn't safe for them to leave the gates. Russia's ten seconds away from invading Alaska, and Broad Dynamics is deliberately tanking the entire globe's tech sector in a temper tantrum over being cut off from Darkbloom Analytics. It's World Fucking War III, and you mean to tell me that you and your friends are going to a comic book convention?"

Whitney pulls her lips off her straw long enough to say: "Ayep."

Armstrong, appalled, and looking sort of queasy, shakes his head.

Kay, sitting with Armstrong on his side of the booth, says: "Let me guess. It was Noelle's idea."

"Of course," Whitney says.

"Stupid bitch," Kay huffs.

"Do you want to come, too?" Alex asks. "You've been cooped up at Darkbloom Analytics since the riots started -- it might be nice to get away for a while and hang out with us."

"Sorry," Kay says. "I gotta go back with Armstrong. Best to keep as many friends in as you can -- right?"

"Well, we'll tell Noelle you said hi," Alex says.

"I didn't say hi to that stupid bitch," Kay gripes.

Whitney winks. "Sure. Gotcha."

>>3983814
The government didn't steal our milkshake restaurants too, did they?

>>3983814
>Kay doesn't get to go on a Comiket date with Noelle
Oof

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Armstrong takes some paperwork from the satchel at his foot and slides it across the sticky table. "Well, it's your lucky day. The army doesn't want to deal with running a failing ice cream chain in addition to managing the end of civilization as we know it. So they're handing Shake 'Em Up back to you. Plus a bunch of other random shit from your old portfolio. Darkbloom Analytics is undiversifying, and you get to keep all the junk. Congrats. I guess."

"Awesome," Whitney says. She calls to a passing waitress: "Hey Mavis, get this man a shake on me." Then, only after lodging an order does she glance back to Armstrong, and ask: "what do you like?"

"I don't want a milkshake."

"He'll take a vanilla shake with caramel."

"My name isn't Mavis," the woman tells Whitney.

"Can you get him a shake or not?" Whitney says.

"Coming right up."

Alex rifles through the paperwork. "Wow," he says, "I didn't expect them to give us *Chan back."

"They're laser-focused here," Armstrong says. "They don't want to manage anything other than Sand Reckoner. But I really shouldn't say much more. I don't want to end up in goddamn Guantanamo Bay."

Forms and waivers get signed and co-signed, and files change hands. In the back-and-forth, Alex surreptitiously passes a note to Armstrong. Such an analog bit of trickery, a sleight-of-hand that any watchers watching would easily miss. Contained in that note are ciphered instructions, intended for Nelson, on how to finish the critical components of Diogenes. And what to do when he's done. Armstrong, who didn't expect to be passed a secret message, takes the note without missing a beat and stows it in his satchel for safekeeping. While he finishes half his unwanted milkshake, he and Kay exchange some final pleasantries with Whitney and Alex, and then they bid one another farewell.

SEASON 4 OP: https://vimeo.com/354421891
SEASON 4 OP (Creditless): https://vimeo.com/354421989

>>3983814
>Russia's ten seconds away from invading Alaska

Well, that escalated quickly.

>>3983823
>final pleasantries
Hey I really fucking hate the way you worded that

>>3983823
Well, we got those back at least. Not liking these queasy feelings in my stomach.

>>3983823
>junk
Oh Armstrong you're so short sighted...
>*Chan
Great...

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"What do you mean you don't want to wait in line?" Noelle says.

"What do you mean what do I mean?" You sputter. "Who wants to wait in line?"

"At Comiket?" Noelle says. "That's part of the experience!"

You lean way off to one side, to peer around the man directly in front of you, whose head is a giant foam P obscuring your view. The line extends all the way to the end of the block and then around the corner. The entrance of the convention center is a five minute walk from here, and the sea of con-goers milling through means that you'd be waiting for a good four or five hours if you stood your ground. It's unseasonably cold in San Francisco today, and seasonably foggy. You don't exactly want to wait around all wet and frigid when you have a golden ticket to the head of the line.

Cerise echoes that sentiment. "Waiting is for chumps. We've got VIP passes." You can see her breath when she speaks -- god, it's so cold.

"You've got VIP passes," Noelle says. "Us hoi polloi don't."

"Hoi polloi?" Rose2 says. She's bundled beneath a thick down parka, plus mittens, and booties. Half her face is covered by her scarf. As plump as she is, she has zero tolerance for cold. "Is that Japanese?"

"There's no L in Japanese, you dumb--" Noelle begins, but stops herself. "It means commoners."

"Silly," Rose2 says. "I'm not a commoner! If I was a commoner, would I have a billionaire's sperm inside me right now?"

Noelle chokes and blushes.

"That VIP pass was a birthday present from my sister-in-law," Cerise says. "I'd be--"

"Congresswoman Soliloquy?!" A group of guys who look a bit more professional than most of the anime fans here -- like day traders on a brunch break, in button-down shirts and trousers -- come strolling up. "Wow, it really is. You are such an inspiration. Can we get a--"

As if materializing from an alternate dimension, your security steps to, and warns them back. "The congresswoman isn't taking photos today."

"But-- but we--" one of the guys begins.

"Please step away."

Scared, they comply.

"Fuck, I need to go incognito," Cerise says. "All the more reason to use my pass. And like I was saying -- it would be ungrateful of me if I didn't use the birthday gift that my lovely, amazing, best-sister-in-law-on-Earth gave me."

"Of course," Rose says. "And I would be just utterly crestfallen if my stupendous, upstanding, kindhearted sister-in-law spurned that gift..."

"Ham it up some more," Noelle says, frowning.

Grinning, Rose and Cerise loop their arms over one another's shoulders.

>>3983845
>If I was a commoner, would I have a billionaire's sperm inside me right now?
God she's like a fungus, she just grows on you.

>>3983845
>As if materializing from an alternate dimension

H-heh...

The line inches forward two steps. This is fucking torture. Of course a career bureaucrat like Noelle would get jazzed about waiting in an orderly queue.

"Where's Gal?" Noelle asks. "I thought she was coming with us too."

"She's helping Mom," you say.

"...With?"

"They've got a--" You begin.

"Let it be a surprise," Cerise says.

You shrug. Noelle, frustrated, sighs.

"If you didn't want to wait," she says, "you shouldn't have come so early. You can get in right away by noon. That's what Vivian's doing."

"Yeah, and all the good shit's gonna be sold out by then," Cerise says. "Of course Vivian doesn't care. She's not in this for the merch. She just wants to fuck up some bitch from her Lolita circle."

"That's the eternal quandary of Comiket," Noelle counters. "Go early and wait, or go late and miss the good stuff."

"No quandary here. I have official permission to cut the line. I'd be an idiot not to use it. Later, bitchface."

She strolls off.

"The only one she's hurting is herself," Noelle says sadly. "She'll never have the true Comiket experience."

"Sounds like the rationalization of someone forced to wait in a really long line," you say.

She shoves you.

Rose glances your way. "I'm heading in, too. Coming, dear?"

"Just a sec, honey," you say.

Noelle mimes puking. (Rose2, amused by the game, joins her.)

"Hey, you told us to ham it up some more," you chide.

"Don't blame me when the memories you make today are deficient," Noelle says.

[ ] Use your pass to cut in early with Cerise and Rose.
[ ] Stay in line with Noelle and Rose2.

>>3983877
>[X] Use your pass to cut in early with Cerise and Rose.

>>3983877
>[ ] Stay in line with Noelle and Rose2.
Nothing against wife and sisterwife, but I missed these two.

>>3983877
Dammit, we promised both of them dates here. I really don't wanna leave Noelle stuck with Rose2 but...

>[x] Use your pass to cut in early with Cerise and Rose.
It's the efficient thing to do. Plus I REALLY wanna see ZUN.

>>3983877
>[x] Stay in line with Noelle and Rose2.

>>3983881
Just in time to arrive at commie market.
>[x] Use your pass to cut in early with Cerise and Rose.

>>3983877
[x] Use your pass to cut in early with Cerise and Rose.

>>3983877
>[ ] Stay in line with Noelle and Rose2.
They could use more screentime

>>3983877
>[X] Use your pass to cut in early with Cerise and Rose.

>>3983887
gaaaaah I feel like too much of a dick

changing my vote to
>[x] Stay in line with Noelle and Rose2.

Noelle did have first dibs on this after all.

>>3983877
>[x] Stay in line with Noelle and Rose2.

>[x] Stay in line with Noelle and Rose2.

Looks like we're hanging with Noelle and Rose2! Closing and writing.

Well, while we await our collective doom (in the original sense of the term), what's keeping you occupied tonight, /fq/?

>>3983926
Rewatching Rinne no Lagrange, playing some mindless elf-rape management game.

>>3983941
>mindless
>elf-rape
>management
None of those words go together.

>>3983926
Sating my autism by thinking about what each FQ character's Spirit Battle would be if they were represented in Ultimate.

>Noelle
ZSS fits her really well. Aloof, ponytail, good with a gun. Would be accompanied by a tiny Incineroar.

>Kay
Kayonetta! Both really competent women with a ponytail and glasses. Also both raging lesbians. She's be accompanied by Duck Hunt who would get replaced by a smaller Duck Hunt when KO'd

>Whitney
Daisy's perfect for her. Both of em are cheerful and sporty tomboys, and these voice lines are big Whitney energy: https://twitter.com/kartased/status/1134544660469354503?lang=en
Stage would spawn plenty of Soccer Balls.

>Galatea
Inkling. They really don't have much in common personality wise, but just fuckin' look at em. She'd probably spend the entire match running away while the Camelia or Cerise stand-in would act as her defender.

>>3983952
I see Kay more as Wii Fit Trainer.

>>3983951
And yet here we are. It's okay overall, but I'm really just doing catch and release at this point.

>>3983952
>those Daisy voice clips
Perfect.

Kay should also start with the Yuri Kozukata Assist Trophy.

>Rose
Isabelle with a Super Scope.

>Vivian
Lucina, turns metal and gains a mass damage buff at high %.

>Cerise
Black hair female Corrin, comes packed in with an a few tiny Pichus and copious Bombchu spawns.

>Alex
Male Robin, equipped with a Home-run Bat. The stage floor is lava.

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>[x] Stay in line with Noelle and Rose2.

You hand Rose one of the the two bags that you've been toting around. It's got her gear in it -- she's part of a contest later on. Your own bag you keep for yourself.

"You're not coming?" She asks.

Noelle can hardly hide the smile on her face.

"I've said it once, and I'll say it again," you tell her. "I'm not an anime convention guy. I never wanted to go to this stupid thing. You guys are forcing me. The longer I can delay actually walking through those doors, the better."

Rose is unamused. "I swear to god, Alabaster. If I hear that you got your dick sucked by either one of these girls while you waited in line, I'll bite it off."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You say. "Do you actually think I'm incapable of going a few hours without sex?"

Her silence is deafening. And not even Noelle or Rose2 rush to your defense.

---

You sip a juice box. Rose2 handed it to you a few minutes ago, and although you're probably even less of a juice box guy than you are an anime convention guy, you can't deny that you're thirsty. Staying hydrated is important, right?

In an hour, the line has advanced less than a block. Your feet hurt. Your ears are numb. You wanna go home and fuck your bunny.

At least you're not one of the leagues of even less lucky people queuing up behind you.

Noelle peers at the map of the con, circling the tables she wants to go to. You notice that she seems to be conspicuously routing herself to avoid the Touhou section. Oil and water, her and Rose.

Rose2 is less discerning. She intends to mostly just wander around aimlessly to look at all the sugoi merchandise. There's only a handful of eroge devs that she has any specific interest in seeing.

And you? You've got some interest in certain R-18 materials, but that's all.

Rose2 burps slightly as she sips her own juice box.

"Ugh," Noelle says.

"Gomen."

"Ugh."

"I'm surprised," you muse. You hand Rose2 your empty carton of juice, which she crumples, and puts in her purse. "I thought for sure you'd be cosplaying too."

"I was gonna," Rose2 says. "But Viv-tan wanted me to wear some Lolita with her! She's bringing a change of clothes with her."

Rose2 in a GothLoli getup. Now there's an image to give you pause.

You glance down at the map Noelle is working on. "KanColle, KanColle, KanColle..." you say. "I didn't know you were such a big fan."

"Not particularly," Noelle says, "but there's some good doujin circles for it."

"I see," you say, waggling your eyebrows.

"Grow up."

"Ohhh admiral," you whine in a high-pitched voice. "You're turning this warship into a bitch!"

She jabs you with her elbow. "Ass. I told you that I exclude the ugly bastard tag, didn't I?"

"Gunboats can't love gunboats," you warn her.

"Says who?"

The line inches forward.

>>3983974
>Cosplay contest
Oh gosh.

>>3983974
>Noelle can hardly hide the smile on her face.
Cute!

>>3983972
I was actually thinking of Charlotte as the one to get Isabelle. IMO Rose would be Peach, the woman who puts on a facade of being sweet and kind before jabbing her heel into your leg and letting out a smug "Aww, did I win?~"

>>3983986
The joke is that while Rose is Isabelle, Charlotte is Giant Isabelle.

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You knock on Vivian's door with your toe, and enter at the same time. You're carrying a tray, packed full of nutritious shit that Vivian likes to eat: toast slathered with strawberry jam, eggs cooked over-easy, and some fresh kiwi. There's a plate here for you, too: cheesy scrambled eggs with bacon, bacon, and a side of bacon, with extra bacon.

Hands occupied as they are, you have to open the door with your butt. The glasses of orange juice slosh around and threaten to spill.

Vivian stirs, flops to her side, and finally rises. She's still groggy, and rubbing the sand from her eyes.

"What is the meaning of this?" She mumbles.

"Breakfast in bed," you say. "Isn't that obvious?"

"...But why?"

You shrug. "I 'unno. I was making myself something to eat and thought I'd do you a solid. Since you'll be in the land of weeaboo assholes soon and all. Figured you could use a breakfast of champions to keep your strength up."

You set the tray down. But there's an unwelcome third. As you crawl into bed with her, the covers shift, and you see Johann the penguin. Vivian is still sleeping with it.

"Goddamn it," you say.

"Do not be like that," Vivian says. "I keep him in here because he would hardly like to be anywhere near the libertine activities going on at all times elsewhere in the house. What else would you have me do with him?"

"You don't have to sleep all cuddled up with him," you say.

"It was my request," Darkbloom says. "Do not be angry at Vivian."

Regardless of whose idea it was, you want him out of here. You pick Johann up by his head, march out into the hall, and dropkick him over the banister. You hear a squeak from down below: Samantha saying, "oh! Mr. Darkbloom! Why are you flying around like that?"

Darkbloom replies, "Good god, woman, are you perpetually nude?"

As you shut the door and turn again towards Vivian, she nods, and says: "My point has thus been proved."

"Who cares about that asshole," you say. "Anyway, it's for his own good. This place is about to get a little libertine too."

You get back into the bed with her. She smiles warmly as you crawl towards her on hands and knees. You stroke her face, and she kisses you. Even her morning breath is sweet.

"So," you say. "Do you want breakfast first, or a bath? Or..."

>>3983999
David, you've already had Ally's dick your mouth once before. A perpetually naked/horny, bunnygirl should be child's play for you by now.

>>3983999
>"oh! Mr. Darkbloom! Why are you flying around like that?"

This is too damn funny.

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>>3983999
>You hear a squeak from down below: Samantha saying, "oh! Mr. Darkbloom! Why are you flying around like that?"
>Darkbloom replies, "Good god, woman, are you perpetually nude?"

>>3983999
Always manage to put a smile on my face and get a chuckle with the banter.

Who's the avatar for Johann?

>>3984040
Johann is staring as himself, he's a celebrity

>>3984040
Penpen, obviously.

>>3983974
>"Not particularly," Noelle says, "but there's some good doujin circles for it."

She's entirely correct.

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The Moscone Center is hardly Tokyo Big Sight. It doesn't have the same striking visual appeal, and as a result -- although you suppose the space is larger -- it doesn't look nearly as grand. Its squat, mostly glass facade and blandly curvy architecture are a bit too reminiscent of the sensibilities of the Darkbloom Analytics campus. But maybe it's something else reminding you. While you've been waiting in line all morning, many of people in the crowd have spoken in worried tones about the rioting in Palo Alto, which centers itself around DBA -- wondering whether any of that violence will spread to today's events. You try to put those thoughts out of mind, but can't.

Whitney shows up, out of fucking nowhere. You startle when she sidles up to you. "Warn me," you tell her.

"Whoaaa," she croons. She casts an appreciative nod at the guy with the giant P for a head in front of you. "Sweet costume."

Mr. P turns around and cocks his P head. Whitney, grinning, gives him a thumbs-up.

Meanwhile, Alex, accompanying her, gently says hello to you, and the two of you hug. It would be a nice moment, if not for Rose2 obnoxiously squeeing in the background.

At her insistence, Whitney and Mr. P take a selfie together. Mr. P never says a word.

Plenty of other people do, though. Whitney can't show her face in public without being recognized. Just as security rebuffed people wanting to get close to Cerise, they rebuff people wanting to get close to Whitney; but unlike Cerise, Whitney is unconcerned with safety. She takes several more grinning selfies with several other surprised convention goers, against the strong advice of your guards.

"I wish you'd be more serious in places like this," Noelle fusses.

"Don't be such a wet blanket." She hands the most recent fan's phone back to him, and as he walks away, she tells you: "That's a /wdbg/ user if I ever saw one."

"What gave him away?" You ask.

"The dick-cheesy smell, the way he wouldn't look me in the eye, the way he hover-handed me..." She rolls her eyes to the back of her head, staring at the sky, thinking back. "OH! And the way he kept telling me to 'zoom' in. Of course, I refused." She looks back down at you, laughing. "Can't zoom the Darkbloom, bitches."

Alex laughs. "You're so much nicer to your fans than Cerise is."

"Well I should be. I'm like the least popular woman in America. The few people who do like me need to be encouraged."

"No one like that needs to be encouraged," Noelle says.

"You're just mad there's no /nkg/," Whitney says.

"If there's one thing I'll never be mad about, it's that."

Whitney chortles. Then, realizing something, she adds: "Oh! Kay was with Armstrong at the meeting this morning. She wanted me to tell you hi. She misses you!"

Noelle's eyes twinkle and she's mute for a beat, before she catches herself. She huffs. "That dumb bitch? Well, I don't say hi back."

Whitney winks. "Sure. I gotcha."

>>3984040
Anon... his conciseness is currently being suppressed. A rather cruel thing for Vivian to do to her lifetime friend.

>>3984055
>Noelle's eyes twinkle and she's mute for a beat, before she catches herself. She huffs. "That dumb bitch? Well, I don't say hi back."
I'm a broken record at this point but I love these gays

>>3984055
Tsundere cakes are the best.

>>3984055
I love this.
Too bad *chan is dead and we can't have /wdbg/ threads.

>>3984064
Chan software isn't exactly hard to come by. OP could always spin up a private vichan instance if he wanted to do more screenshots.

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One gorillion years in paint.

>>3984076
Fucking kek

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Once you're finally at the convention floor, you break off from Noelle, Rose2, Alex and Whitney. "I gotta go get changed," you tell them. "Meet back up at the food court in an hour?"

"Mr. Not A Convention Guy," Noelle hums. "Sure. Go get changed into your costume."

You click your tongue against your palate, but you don't have a comeback.

The truth is that you were shanghaied into this by Rose, who didn't want to enter the contest by herself. But you're putting minimal effort into it. She can make you participate, but she can't make you try!

You search along one of the far walls for the bathrooms. The women's room is open, but the entrance to the men's room is tarped off, and barriered by caution tape. A workman tells you that they're doing renovations, so the bathroom on this side of the convention floor isn't open to the public. He directs you clear to the other side of the venue. Great, more delays.

Grumbling, you push and trudge your way through the crush of humanity filling the entire floor. You pass table after table, and it seems almost as if it was purposely planned for tables of Japanese sellers to alternate with American sellers. This is truly a cross-cultural experience. Despite yourself, some of the covers of the doujin on display catch your eye, and you have to resist stopping to window shop. You're not going to have any fun here, even if it kills you. Anyway, the lines at almost every table are already over-long, with people jockeying to get closer, and you don't want to deal with all that headache.

You get to the nearest open bathroom, and change into your cosplay.

>>3984090
oh fuck oh yes oh fuck oh yes

>>3984090
Oh god, what's it gonna beeeeeee. Rose has to be dressing up as Marisa, right?

>>3984090
Please. Yes.

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"I should depart," Vivian says, pulling her panties back over her slender legs and ass. You watch her from the covers, the way she bends over, the way her pale skin shines in the sunlight, the way she spreads open a little bit when she stretches.

"Don't let any otakus fuck you," you tell her.

"It is far too late for that," Vivian says in mock sadness. Wearing only those frilly black panties, she sits down at her vanity, clicks the lights around the mirror on, and begins to do her makeup.

"Well don't let any other otakus fuck you, then," you say.

She stops applying mascara, and peers at you through the reflection. "Oh? And what will you do if I have a fling with someone else?"

"I'll be forced to whip to you."

"Then I should certainly have a fling, no?"

You sigh. "Then I'll be forced to not whip you. How's that?"

She resumes putting on her mascara. "You are so over-serious, Amber. I would hardly put at risk my use of your holes to traipse around with the human detritus at Comiket. It would be like trading a Ferrari for a rusty bicycle."

"That's all I am to you?" You say. "Holes?"

"No, of course not," Vivian says. "I love you so madly I can barely contain myself when I am around you. Your holes are only three very good reasons of millions."

"Boy, do you have a way with words."

She clacks open a compact of foundation and begins to swab it onto her face. "Would you like to accompany me?"

"Renee was feeling pretty drunk and lonely yesterday," you say. "She wanted me to go out with her today. If I don't do it, she'll be stuck here with a horny bunny, and you know how that always turns out."

"Have you told Ms. Carte that she cannot have you -- that you belong to me, and me alone?"

"No."

"Please disabuse her of any notions to the contrary. It is entirely unfair to lead her on."

[ ] Go to Comiket with Vivian.
[ ] Go on a date with Renee, Samantha, and Chloe.

>>3984128
>[x] Go to Comiket with Vivian.

>>3984128
>[x] Go to Comiket with Vivian.
I'm gonna want so much more, but I need this if only for the potential POV splits.

>>3984128
Go on a Date!

>>3984128
>[x] Go on a date with Renee, Samantha, and Chloe.

>>3984128
>[X] Go on a date with Renee, Samantha, and Chloe.
...will Samantha still be naked?

>>3984128
>[X] Go to Comiket with Vivian.
Friends. Gal pals. We're pals with gals.

>>3984128
>[x] Go on a date with Renee, Samantha, and Chloe.
That group sounds fucking amazing, and this is our chance to see how Smatters handles herself in public.

>>3984128
[x] Go to Comiket with Vivian

>>3984128
>[ ] Go on a date with Renee, Samantha, and Chloe.
Why do you people want to go with the characters we see all the time?

>>3984128
>[ ] Go on a date with Renee, Samantha, and Chloe.

>>3984128
>[X] Go on a date with Renee, Samantha, and Chloe.

>>3984128
>[x] comiket, vivian

>>3984128
With the potential of this girls date happening ill put this out here. The thing I would want the most is a interlewd with no lewd but going on dates with every girl at their ideal date location.

>>3984128
>[ ] Go on a date with Renee, Samantha, and Chloe.

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Deito it is! Closing.

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>>3984173
I'm so fuckin excited.

By the way, for any of you guys who also play Mario Maker 2 - I made another FQ related level. It's fucking awful, but maybe you'll find it funny.

WBM-B6J-RRG

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BAD FANART FOR OP STUDIOS!

>>3984196
I love this.

>>3984198
I love this too.

>>3984198
Soul

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>>3984198
Top tier.

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As you make your way to the food court, you get intercepted by your lovely older sister. She whacks you over the top of the head with something hard.

"Ow! What the -- Jesus fuck, that hurts. What the hell was that?" You rub the fast-developing welt on the back of your head.

"There you are!" Cerise shouts as you turn to face her. "Why on Earth did you choose to wait in line when you've got a VIP pass?"

"Because I'm incapable of accepting gifts from Rose. Acquiescing to her graciousness is as good as groveling at her feet."

"You don't like groveling at her feet?"

You make a face. "You wouldn't understand."

"Well?" Cerise asks. "What do you think of my cosplay? Am I gonna win the contest or what?"

You squint. "...Cosplay?"

"Yeah!"

"You're not wearing cosplay."

She whacks you again.

"Jesus!" You howl. "What the fuck is that?"

You stomp her foot. Yowling now herself, she jumps back, and whacks you a third time. The two of you are about to get into a fistfight right here on the convention floor, but she de-escalates?:

"You don't recognize me? I'm Touka Takanashi -- from Chuunibyou." She wags her ladle back and forth for effect. "Only the coolest older sister ever."

You shake your head. "Rikka was way cuter."

She's a fucking deadeye with that ladle. She nails you again, this time square in your forehead. You can see the deep red mark it leaves when you cross your eyes.

"Admit it," you tell her, still wincing in pain. "You picked that character so you could just wear your normal clothes, give yourself a cowlick, carry around a ladle, and call it a day. You're not putting in any effort at all."

"So what?" Cerise says. "At least I'm actually cosplaying."

"What do you mean? So am I."

"No you aren't."

"Yes, I am! You don't recognize me?" You hold your arms wide, and stomp. "I'm Hachiman Hikigaya -- from Teen Romcom Snafu. One of the best, most complex MCs in recent years."

Cerise rolls her eyes. "Kill me," she says. "And you have the audacity to tell me that I chose my character to avoid putting in effort? But you would choose 8man, wouldn't you, you weepy fuck."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You snarl.

"S-something..." she stutters, feigning oncoming tears. "S-something... genuine..."

You're about to get into it again when Rose shows up, to save you both from yourselves.

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>>3984090
Does Al play these kusoge mobile games

>>3984206
... oh god dammit. I expected it but didn't want to believe it but of course.

>>3984206
>"You don't recognize me? I'm Touka Takanashi -- from Chuunibyou."
>"Yes, I am! You don't recognize me?" You hold your arms wide, and stomp. "I'm Hachiman Hikigaya -- from Teen Romcom Snafu. One of the best, most complex MCs in recent years."
God, I was hoping so hard for this

>>3984198
I love every one of you people

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"Da ze~!"

"Oh my god," you say, appalled.

Rose's face sours. "Hey! I put a lot of effort into this! The least you could do is compliment me!"

"I always knew you'd become a witch," you say.

She shoves you. "Ass! And when are you gonna get changed, huh?"

"Goddamn it. Why can't anyone tell that this is my cosplay?"

"You're not wearing cosplay," Rose says.

"Yes, I am!"

She shakes her head.

"I'm Hachim-- forget it. The contest isn't even for another few hours anyway."

Rose folds her arms. "Right. So what do you want to do in the meantime?"

[ ] Touhou doujins with Rose!
[ ] Electronics with Cerise!
[ ] Check in with Gal and Mom!
[ ] Browse questionable material with Alex!
[ ] Annoy Noelle!

>>3984220
>[x] Electronics with Cerise!
I appreciate you giving me an option that literally only I would vote for.

>>3984220
>[x] Check in with Gal and Mom!

>>3984220
>[X] Annoy Noelle!

>>3984220
>Annoy Noelle

>>3984220
Oh no. It's here. The hardest choice of Fuck Quest.

>[x] Touhou doujins with Rose!

But god am I curious about what Gal and Mom are up to.

>>3984220
>[ ] Touhou doujins with Rose!
Pushing the limits of "Cosplay is not consent" with Rose!

>>3984220
>[x] Annoy Noelle!

>>3984220
>[ ] Touhou doujins with Rose!

>>3984220
>[ ] Browse questionable material with Alex!
All of those are good, but this fascinates me.

>>3983792
Hold up.

>Episode title is "Comic Market"
>Title in the image is also "Comic Market"

What did he mean by this?

>>3984220
[X] Touhou doujins with Rose!

Aite lads, question time: wich 2hu wud u fug?

>>3984256
Yuyuko-sama, without reservation.

>[x] Touhou doujins with Rose!

Let's have some fun with our wife. Closing and writing.

>>3984220
>[ ] Touhou doujins with Rose

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>>3984256
Any member of this household desu

>>3984220
>rose went and cosplayed as marisa
Holy shit, I don't think my heart could take this.

>>3984220
>[X] Annoy Noelle!

>>3984293
Too slow my brother.

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When you come downstairs, Charlotte is in a semi-involved conversation with Renee.

"...told her that costume was absolutely ridiculous, but she thinks it'll impress the two most important men in her life."

"Who?"

"Alabaster, and that Japanese man who makes those toohoo games she loves."

Renee cackles. When she sees you strolling into the kitchen, she nods at you. "Hey, Amber. You sleep with those lovebirds enough. Tell me, do you think Rose would gussy herself all up to impress Alabaster?"

"Oh yeah, absolutely," you say. "She's as smitten as a kitten." You grab a coke from the fridge. Renee cackles again.

"I heard you two are going on a little date of sorts," Charlotte says.

"Yep. Wanna come, Mommy?"

Charlotte turns a spectacular red. What aroused her in the throes of the wedding ceremony, now embarrasses her in the harsh light of day.

When she regains herself, she says: "I would, but I'm supposed to go help Scarlett with her little mission today."

"What mission?"

Charlotte puts a finger to her lips, and winks. "Top secret."

"Your funeral," you tell her. You guzzle your drink.

"Do you mind if Sammy comes?" Renee asks.

"You're hopelessly addicted," you say. "Aren't you."

"She asked to be included!" Renee says. "It would be cruel to say no, wouldn't it?"

You begin to reply, but Chloe comes into the kitchen. She's as naked as the day she was born. Despite yourself, you can't help admiring the way her darker skin tone fails to extend past the edges of the micro-bikini she must have been wearing when she was tanning. Only her breasts and her mound, plus a few lines around her back and hips, are still ghostly pale.

"Dear, you seem to have forgotten your clothes," Charlotte tells her.

"Is this not how people conduct themselves in this house?" Chloe says. She pushes past you, and takes a pitcher of filtered water from the fridge. Nonchalant as can be.

"You might get felt up if you go around like that," you warn her.

"So be it. I am resigned to my sorry fate."

"Resigned, or inviting it?" Renee asks.

She sips her water glass.

"You're cracking up," Charlotte says. "Poor thing."

You giggle. "Your daughter is a big part of the reason why she's like this. You know that, right?"

"I know nothing," Charlotte says, winking.

"We do need get you out of the house," Renee tells Chloe. "Wanna go grab a bite to eat?"

"Will I need to dress?"

"Since we'll be in public..." Renee says. "...Maybe. I'll leave it up to you."

Chloe actually takes a moment to consider it.

>>3984308
I already love this

>>3984308
we still have scientifically magically addicting cum right?

>>3984308
>Top secret
Aaaaa I'm going batty.

>Chloe
Aaaaa she's gone batty.

>>3984308
>Chloe corruption
umph, that's the stuff

>>3984322
Chloe is a crotch tattoo away from the full moral degeneration package.

>>3984326
It's just a sticker she applies when she's tanning.

Tanline horny tattoo.

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>>3984326
C-careful, Anonymous-dono. Womb tattoos are sexy as fuck, but that's dangerous territory.

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The Japanese mangaka bows deeply, repeatedly, and rapidly as Rose proffers the cash. Rose takes the book from his outstretched hands. It's some sappy lovey-dovey series of 4koma about Marisa teasing Reimu.

"Don't bow to her," you tell the artist. "It'll just go to her head. Trust me."

She jabs you in the ribs.

"You are the best Marisa!" He tells her. "You look just like her!"

"Da ze~," she says.

"Would you please stop doing that?" You ask her. "It creeps me out."

The mangaka bows to her again. "Thank you! Thank you!"

"I'm trying to get into my role," she tells you, carefully placing the book in her bag as if it's a cherished treasure, looping the bag's straps back over her shoulder, and continuing on. You follow beside her. "Honestly, Alabaster. If all you wanted to do was whine, you should have gone and done something else."

"I like Touhou too," you say. "It's only natural that I'd want to visit this section."

"You still can't clear a single game on normal."

"Touhou is so much more than just the games. You know that. Don't give me that shit."

She rolls her eyes.

You're headed towards the next table on Rose's itinerary, but it's slow going with all the people who accost her and ask to take her picture. She really does look perfect -- not that you'd admit it aloud. She poses with the broom between her legs, smiling toothily; or holding her enormous hat in front of her, and winking -- that sort of thing. It seems like she relishes the chance to play a character who's rough around the edges, unrefined and not very feminine.

You stop at a table selling R-18 doujins. Now this is more your speed. Rose only notices you aren't still following along after a couple paces, and has to backtrack.

"Alabaster -- god."

You hold up one whose cover shows a frightened Marisa with torn clothes, surrounded by a bunch of cruel faceless men in a bathroom. "Just so you know, this is what most guys here are thinking of when they look at you."

She makes a disgusted tch.

You turn the book back over in your hand, and examine it. "Man, this looks pretty hot. I hope someone scans it." You glance back up to find that that the artist knows English well enough to be displeased by that comment. "Uh, and I'll buy it too," you add.

This assuages his bad mood.

"Don't," Rose tells you. "I'm not here for porn, Alabaster."

"So?" You say. "I am. And anyway -- your bookmarks tell me otherwise. Between the two of us, I'm definitely not the one who's masturbated the most to Touhou porn."

She exhales. "Tell the whole world why don't you! Goddamn it, Alabaster--"

You hand the man some cash and flip shamelessly through the book while you follow Rose from table to table. You can't understand the kanji, but you don't need to; the hardcore public use it depicts is a universal language.

>>3984336
>"Man, this looks pretty hot. I hope someone scans it." You glance back up to find that that the artist knows English well enough to be displeased by that comment. "Uh, and I'll buy it too," you add.

Alabaster, you ass.

>>3984337
Sometimes I wonder why I thought Alabaster was a loser. Sometimes I remember why.

>>3984336
If Rose gets to meet ZUN, who should Alabaster be scoping out? Asanagi?

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Gonna pause there for the night. While we wait to resume on Sunday at 9 PM EST, let's have a couple votes. We'll resume with these scenes.

---

Alabaster's doujin is giving him bad ideas and he's about to do something very mean to Rose. Who should help him? Pick three.

[ ] Rose2
[ ] Noelle
[ ] Cerise
[ ] Mom
[ ] Charlotte
[ ] Gal
[ ] Alex
[ ] Whitney
[ ] Vivian

Where should Amber and Renee take Chloe and Smatters?

[ ] Tankobon Subs
[ ] Rutabaga Cafe
[ ] An arcade
[ ] An amusement park
[ ] A porn theater?!
[ ] Somewhere else

>>3984343
Oh god oh fuck

>[x] Alex
>[x] Rose2
>[x] Vivian

I want to see the bullied become the bullies

>[x] Somewhere else
>[x] Public swimming pool

Does anyone have the chart so I can make an informed date decision so Chloe has a good time.

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>>3984343
Oh gosh.
>[ ] Rose2
>[ ] Alex
>[ ] Whitney

>[ ] An amusement park

>>3984343
>[ ] Rose2
>[ ] Noelle
>[ ] Cerise

>[ ] Tankobon Subs
For Karaoke!

Do NOT pick Rutabaga cafe

>>3984343
>[x] Whitney
>[x] Noelle
>[x] Gal


>[x] Tankobon Subs

>>3984343
I can't believe it's finally here.
>[x] Gal
>[x] Vivian
>[x] Noelle


>[x] An amusement park
>>3984348
Here's a chart link, Anonymous-dono.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1-etEnD8e0Y6-6hyJe5uBni11x8Po7vQrNv0CCiCjwmk/edit#gid=0

However, Chloe's ideal date is lounging on the beach, and it's not quite the weather for that.

>>3984343
>Alabaster's doujin is giving him bad ideas and he's about to do something very mean to Rose. Who should help him? Pick three.
[x] Mom
[x] Charlotte
[x] Gal

>Where should Amber and Renee take Chloe and Smatters?
[x] An arcade

>>3984353
Thank you very much.

Will settle for the write in at the public swimming pool. And back up vote for Sub Shop for Renee.

Cerise Noelle Gal for bullying

>>3984343
While this combination makes absolutely no sense, its still hot as all fuck

>[X] Noelle
>[X] Charlotte
>[X] Rose2

As for Deito!, lets get FRESH and expand Chloe's American culinary experiences, shall we?

>[X] Tankobon Subs

>>3984357
Oh god when we hung out with rose we missed out on Noelles ideal date.

>>3984360
We waited in line with her, and that's part of the experience. Plus it's a whole day long thing, it's not like we ditched her entirely.

>>3984343
>Who should help him? Pick three.
Oh man.

>[ ] Noelle
>[ ] Alex
>[ ] Whitney

>Where should Amber and Renee take Chloe and Smatters?

Seconding this >>3984347
>[x] Public swimming pool

Or any water theme parks.
We got enough for a poolside cavalry battle.

>>3984343
>[ ] Somewhere else
Dude Ranch in Portola Valley.

The time is now 4:21 AM.

>>3984308
>Your funeral

Fuck I hope not.

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And while we wait for more Comiket fun, Alex made a Mario level! It's a spooky decryption puzzle!

Scary Cryptography
LM4-KF6-DLG

This is the fifth in a series of levels by our harem.

Big Boy Jumps - Kay
3QM-GR0-DXF

Atomic Mario![DONT MOVE] - Rose2
YR9-X9G-42H

Mission Shellpossible - Renee
1RV-WVJ-DBG

Chrome Dinosaur Game - Noelle
X0N-56X-MSG ("for babies" version: 21K-8QM-KTF)

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>>3984430
Alex made a bad mistake! Here's the corrected version.

D8B-653-GGG

>>3984343
Oh man oh geez

[x]Whitney
[x]Alex]
[x]Charlotte

I feel like that might be an interesting lineup.

[x] Tankobon Subs

>>3984343
>Cerise
>Mom
>Alex

And thirding >>3984347 >>3984370
>[x] Public swimming pool

>>3984491
What a travesty, I hope he was punished accordingly

>>3984782
pastebin lewd of Alex getting punished for his faulty level when?

>>3984491
Thanks Alex, I learned a lot today.

>>3984343
[rose2[
[gal]
[vivian]

and

[a porn theater]

>>3984343
>[x] Noelle
>[x] Rose2
>[x] Gal

>[x] Public swimming pool

>>3984343
>[X] Rose2
>[X] Charlotte
>[X] Gal

>[X] Tankobon Subs

>>3984343
>[X] Alex
>[X] Whitney
Just going with my favorite characters.

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>>3984343
[ ] Noelle
[ ] Alex
[ ] Whitney

[ ] Somewhere else:
buying
green
paint

Reminder that Gal's mimicry will be INVALUABLE during Rose's "public" use session.

>>3984351
Changing to
>[ ] Rose2
>[ ] Noelle
>[ ] Whitney

I'm liking these numbers...

I gotta cut off voting here. I was already writing, but I'll have to rejigger a bit.

>>3985210
By my count, including >>3985206
and his change, we've got a 4 way tie between Alex, Rose2, Whitney, and Noel

>>3985221
And by my count

>>3984351
>>3984352
>>3984359
>>3984623
>>3985103
5 for Tankobon Subs

>>3984347
>>3984357
>>3984370
>>3984640
>>3984992
5 for swimming pool

>>3985221
My count agrees, good going you dweebs.

>>3985221
>>3985226
That was my count too.
>Supposed to be 4on1
>Whitney smells rape
>Decides to join in
The universe is fixing itself.

>Alex over Gal

>>3985285
this place is full of homos

>>3985285
>>3985314
I want to rifle through Alex's con purchases.

>>3985314

Excuse me sir?

I'll have you know I'm a prancing lala homo man, thank you.

Gonna be just a little late here, since I had to make some last minute reconfigurations. Please wait warmly. I'm editing the lewd now.

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>>3985417

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>>3985417
You are just a fucking delight.

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>>3985417

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https://pastebin.com/69YKtFpt

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>>3985496

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>>3985496
wew fucking lad

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It's a little chilly to swim outside, but the pool you go to is indoors, and not very busy at this time of day. It's mostly old fucks and single moms with fussy kids, and they stay at the shallows. You've got the deep end all to yourself. Sure, the enormous, glass-walled swim room stinks of chlorine, and it's uncomfortably humid, but it's a nice getaway regardless.

"Watch me ok!" Samantha yells from the top of the diving board. Her one-piece leaves very, very, very little to the imagination. It's just a small red band of nylon covering her pussy, splitting in two to cover her nipples, and converging again below her cottontail, down near her asshole. It's an absolute marvel that A) she doesn't get get kicked out, and B) the thing actually stays in place to keep her naughty parts covered.

Another marvel: she gracefully pirouettes through the air, doing a double forward flip, and then slices into the water without a splash. It's a dive worthy of the Olympic games. When she surfaces, her bunny ears have lost their spring, and lie flopped over her forehead like bangs. "See?"

"Very nice work," Renee says.

"Do you want to learn how! I can show you!"

"Fuck, no," Renee says. "I'm too old for that shit."

Samantha pouts.

"Too old," you say, and "too fat." You poke her in the side of her tummy. She startles, shifting her weight to the opposite side of the deck chair she lies on. Then, reeling, she punches you in the tit.

"Jesus!" You moan. "That fuckin' hurts, you cow! Learn to take a joke!"

Chloe lies on your opposite side, inscrutable behind her sunglasses. Her two-piece is almost as revealing as Samantha's swimwear. The extreme edge of her bikini bottom exposes her tanlines -- and the very slightest hint of the crease of her pussy. You find yourself staring. So does Renee.

"Degenerates," Chloe murmurs.

"Ohhhh," Renee huffs. "You have some nerve. You're the one dressed like that."

Samantha watches curiously from the pool's edge.

[ ] Gently guide Chloe further down the path of corruption!
[ ] Ruthlessly bully Chloe in the water!

>>3985496
Damn, that was brutal.

>"I'm Misty!" He says.

>"You look like a fucking slut," you note -- not insultingly, just stating an obvious fact.

>"I'm slutty Misty," he corrects.

I love it

>>3985523
>[ ] Ruthlessly bully Chloe in the water!
We gotta

>>3985523
>[x] Gently guide Chloe further down the path of corruption!
Both options are great though

>>3985523
>[x] Ruthlessly bully Chloe in the water!

>>3985523
Gentle

>>3985523
>[x] Gently guide Chloe further down the path of corruption.

>>3985523
>[ ] Gently guide Chloe further down the path of corruption!

>>3985523
>[X] Gently guide Chloe further down the path of corruption!
(It'll be hilarious if she's never actually referred to as Qiangxiang again for the rest of the story.)

>>3985523
[x] TENDERNESS

>>3985536
Something I noticed was that during her pastebin, Ally was, in fact, internally referring to her as Qiangxiang primarily.

>>3985523
I always find myself wondering if Renee was as slender as Whitney back in college.
>[ ] Ruthlessly bully Chloe in the water!
Bullying girls is as American as apple pie.

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>>3985536
Generally in Alabaster's POV, narration calls her Qiangxiang, and in Amber's POV, narration calls her Chloe. There's a lot of differences like this between POVs to keep them more distinct.

>>3985545
I often get thrown off by who Rose is referring to when I'm not aware that we've changed perspectives

>>3985550
Or which Rose!

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>>3985543
She was! Here's from the season 2 flashbacks when we learned of Whitney's true parentage.

>"Professor Darkbloom!"

>David finishes loading the books into his little cardboard box before turning around. That's David: always living at his own pace, unhurried, unflappable.

>"I'm so glad you haven't left yet," Renee says. She's out of breath, having hurried here from across campus. Her thin, well-tanned frame is sheened with sweat from the exertion and the summer heat.

>>3985523
>[x] Ruthlessly bully Chloe in the water!
Amber is literally MADE to bully

>>3985523
>[X] Ruthlessly bully Chloe in the water!
Yes, please.

>>3985554
I thought I remembered something like that, but it's good to get confirmation. And hope springs eternal that Whitney got more than her smarts and lust for bunnies from mommaRenee.

Tie vote.

>>3985569
>oppai Whitney
Infinite realities, Anonymous-dono, but that one breaks all of them.

>>3985572
Oh god fucking dammit.

>>3985523
[x]Gently
the best corruption is a slow burn

>>3985573
Her metabolism has to slow down at some point!

>>3985573

But if we knock her up, her tits are bound to swell! It’s the only way, can’t be helped!

>>3985581
>>3985586
I'm not saying I'm against it, it's just such a weird image.

But man, imagine her back on the track doing extra laps to lose the baby weight, watching her new knockers swaying. Vivian's gonna have to work extra hard to make up the difference!

>>3985573
Historically, tie votes make for great lewds.

>>3985573
>oppai Whitney
Physically impossible

>>3985593
I like Barely-B Whitney just fine. It's great for a girl like her.
I also happen to like thinking about her ten years down the road and how she's developed.
Tomboys with chests of all sizes are pleasant to consider.

>>3985496
So now seems as good of a time as any to ask this, why is it always way under priced in these things?

>>3985593
>imagine her back
Wouldn't it work out to switch to swimming?

>>3985630
It's part of the degradation. The idea that she's only worth that much. Obviously we can't put a price on what we really have with Rose, but that's all part of the game.

>>3985638
I mean yeah, probably, but running is her favorite thing, and we know she gets self-conscious.

>>3985639
I figure it'd be better to charge a more realistic price and then just keep the money.

>>3985640
I guess she's rich enough to get some of the double extra expensive sports bras, so that'd help some.

How much do tits grow during pregnancy anyway?

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You rifle through Renee's purse for the thing you left there in anticipation of this moment. Renee is hardly happy to see you digging through her shit, and starts to say something bitchy. You shush her as you pull the marker out.

"What the hell is that?" She demands, still not amused.

You stand just long enough to straddle Chloe's tummy, facing her feet, and sit down again. Her bare skin is nice and soft against your butt -- she makes a good cushion.

"Uff-- get off of me," she demands.

You uncap the marker. Renee and Samantha watch on mutely as you set to work. You put the felt tip to Chloe's groin, just between her navel and her mound, and start to draw. The wine-colored ink has little flecks of glitter in it as well.

"What are you doing?" Chloe demands. Even with you hunched all the way forward, forehead practically touching Chloe's pussy, she can't see what you're up to. She lays her palms impotently against your tailbone, just above the hem of your own swimsuit.

"I'm doodling," you tell her. "Hold still."

"I've seen that before!" Samantha says, as the drawing takes shape. She hoists her body out of the pool, dripping from head to toe.

"Of course you have."

Renee cocks her head. "You've got quite the drawing hand."

"Stop this idiocy at once!" Chloe says, but she does nothing to force you up. As Samantha towels herself off, the temporary tattoo begins to take shape. Drawing upside-down like this is a real bitch, but worth every second of effort. You bite your tongue and furrow your brow in focus. And when at last you're finished, you get off of her, to let her see.

She gazes at her navel, chin touching her chest. After a few moments, she runs a palm along her taut tummy, down to her own crotch. At first she lightly touches and tests it, as if disbelieving that it's really there. Then she roughly rubs the ink, but it won't come clean.

"I like it," Renee says.

Chloe stops trying to rub it off, and considers it for several long moments.

"A heart..." she mutters. "Only with tendrils. Is this meant to be reminiscent certain anatomy within me?"

You laugh. "You're a smartie -- so you tell me. What do you think?"

She traces her forefinger from one ovary to the other.

"I like it too," she says at last.

Samantha plops down on her back on a deck chair beside Chloe. "Me next! Me next!"

You sigh. Horny bitches everywhere...

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>>3985649
oh fucking oof

>>3985649
Thank you for this wonderful Christmas gift, OP.

>>3985643
It varies from one to another. Some don't at all, and some add in a cup size or two.
>>3985649
That's twice today Chloe's taken Renee's suggestions into consideration. Possibly an interesting dynamic at play.

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>>3985649
Yes.

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"I'm glad I used a waterproof ink," you say airily as you continue to draw on Samantha's soft belly.

Chloe tilts her head. "Why?"

Renee already understands your meaning. "This is why," she says, and grabs Chloe, and tosses her like a sack of radishes into the pool.

Renee dives in after her, and so do you -- and Samantha, too. When Chloe bobs to the surface, scared and soaked and trembling, Renee cruelly dunks her again. Chloe's got fight in her, though -- Renee's body suddenly lurches and disappears underwater, as Chloe tugs her by the ankles.

A four-way waterfight develops. Ostensibly four-way, at least, but it's more like three-on-one. You each target Chloe mercilessly, dunking her again and again. She gets her licks in, managing to subdue each of you at least once -- but she's no match for three larger girls ganging up, all in better shape. The tussling takes on a weirdly sexual energy, as, in an effort to keep Chloe down as long as possible, the three of you take to trapping her head between your knees, her face against your crotches as she struggles beneath you. It feels good -- it feels really good -- and Chloe is playing along.

After one particularly long dunk, in which Renee spends close to half a minute rubbing herself on Chloe's face in an obviously masturbatory way, you clear your throat, and warn her: "Uh -- Renee? You should let her breathe."

She lets go. Chloe, surfacing, gasping, has a wild smile on her face. When she's done hacking up water, she tells you: "It's fine. I like not being able to breathe..."

"Why don't we get some subs now!" Samantha says -- even she's put off.

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>>3985673
>"It's fine. I like not being able to breathe..."

Ohhh man.
Time for karaoke.

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Rose tugs her dress straight in the mirror of the men's bathroom, and then checks her new application of makeup.

"I can't believe you brought a spare costume," Rose2 says.

"Why wouldn't I?" Rose snaps. "I'm surrounded by vicious rapists."

Rose2 frowns. She was so happy about the thought of ruining Rose's cosplay, and now those hopes have been dashed.

In the next mirror over, Gal is getting dressed in a maid costume. One of Cerise's? It suits her oddly well.

"how do you like it Sir"

"Cute," you say. "Cute!"

She smiles.

Noelle looks her over from head to toe. "What's with the getup?"

"we're running a maid cafe"

Noelle gawks. "No. Nooooo."

"yes. yeeees," Gal says mockingly. "scarlett and charlotte and i"

"That'd be a nice name for a picture book," Alex says offhandedly. What a sweet thought to come out of the mouth of a boy dressed like a street whore.

You check your wristwatch. "Well, we've got time. Who's hungry?"

>>3985718
>maid mommies + maid gal
Oh god oh fuck

>>3985673
>The tussling takes on a weirdly sexual energy
You say that as if it doesn't apply to everything that happens in this quest

>>3985718
>"we're running a maid cafe"

>Noelle gawks. "No. Nooooo."

>"yes. yeeees," Gal says mockingly. "scarlett and charlotte and i"

OH HO?

>>3985718
>MILF maid cafe
Yes please.

Proud of all the progress Gal has made interacting with everyone and coming out of that cocoon.

>>3985764
Same. Her development has been one of my favorites to watch unfold.

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How Mom got such prime real estate at the center of the food court on such short notice is beyond your comprehension. You realize only after you arrive with your group that she must have hijacked her spot -- stolen it from some other schlub who was already intending to run a maid cafe at Comiket. But surely your mother would never barge into a kitchen not under her management and take it over. Right?

Regardless, you appreciate the sight of your mother in a French maid costume. Like mother, like daughter. And you aren't the only one to appreciate a MILF who can barely squeeze into a black-and-white dress that leaves a little too much cleavage on display. Cerise herself is at a table close by, staring unashamedly at Mom as she cooks in the booth, when you sit across from her. You have to clear your throat to grab her attention.

"Oh!" Cerise says, startling. "I thought you ran away."

"No, I was just raping Rose."

"Tell me next time!" Cerise says, genuinely annoyed.

"What's on the menu today?" Alex asks, sitting beside you.

Cerise drools. This whole "slutty misty" thing is definitely in her wheelhouse. "Oh my goodness, Alex..."

Whitney slaps Cerise on the back. "Thought you'd get a kick of that. Perv."

"It's so cute!" Cerise says.

"I know, right!" Whitney laughs.

"It makes me wanna finger his butthole," Cerise says.

Alex blushes. You shake your head. Cerise and Whitney think way too much alike when it comes to these matters.

Gal goes off to work, and Charlotte approaches to bus your table. If Mom barely fits inside her maid outfit, then Charlotte is halfway popped out of it already. You think you can glimpse her areolae. "Welcome to Sweet Sweets," she says with a smoky graciousness, as she probably does for all the other tables. She holds a round platter down by her belly, which has the side effect of accentuating her fat tits. "Today we have tiramisu, pineapple whips, vanilla cupcakes, and handmade mochi. What would you like to sample?"

"You," you tell her.

She giggles. "Naughty boy."

You place your orders -- the real ones, this time -- and she scurries off to let the chef know.

Mom glances you way. "There you are!" She shouts, loud enough to make herself be heard over the din of hundreds of con-goers. "It's not free for you just because you're my son!"

"No special discount?" You call back.

"None! Nada! Full price!"

"I'll take a little something extra later, then," you call back. Turning crimson, Mom glances back down at her work.

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At the next table over, Gal is taking an order from a group of unruly dorks who've had a bit too much to drink already.

"w-welcome to sweet sweets. t-today we have... today we have tiramisu... p-pineapple w... pineapple..."

They leer and make kissy faces at her. She stands before them somewhat similar to how Charlotte did at your table, circular tray flat against her belly, but she has no breasts to call attention to. No matter. Her admirers are tipsy, and naked in their lust:

"Hey baby! Forget the food! How much for you to suck my dick, huh?"

You'd come to her rescue, but she doesn't need it. Gal steels herself, drawing a deep breath. "Suck my dick, motherfucker."

The customers at the table are straight-up flummoxed by that one. They glance from one to the other, murmuring. "Trap...?" "No... I mean... maybe?" "What the fuck..."

Gal turns and leaves without taking their order.

>>3985785
I love Anna Soliloquy!

>>3985784
>"It makes me wanna finger his butthole," Cerise says.
Alright OP, that's twice now. You can't keep teasing me like this.

>>3985785
Fucking perfect, Gal

>>3985785
Sweet fuck thats perfect!

>>3985785
Judging from the reactions, I take it Gal used her voice modulation powers. And it's great.

>>3985796
It's even funnier if you imagine her putting on her best Samuel L. Jackson impression or something similar.

>>3985785
Emphasis on the MY. Fun little callback.

>>3985784
>But surely your mother would never barge into a kitchen not under her management and take it over. Right?
heh

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Alex is certainly living up to his slutty Misty label. "Hey Ally. Did you know they sell onaholes here?"

You cough. Of course you knew that. You were intending to check them out too. "No, I didn't..." you mutter, glancing away.

"Hah," Cerise laughs. "Why do I feel like you're lying?"

"They have so many! And lots of other fun toys!" He grabs your arm. "We should definitely go shopping for some!"

His enthusiasm makes the whole thing sound almost innocent.

Rose2 comes back from a different booth with an armful of canned beverages. "Hey, check it out. I found this Japanese energy drink!"

She lets the cans tumble from her arms onto the table, barely catching a few that threaten to roll off. She picks one up then, and turns it so you can all read the label.

"Rosie..." Cerise says.

You hold your hand up, to signal to Cerise: let it happen.

Rose2 turns the can back around and peers at the label for herself. "Strong Zero... must be diet! Zero calories, tons of flavor. I love lemon... anyone else want one?"

"No thanks," you say. You can hardly get it out before you're drowned out by a sea of moans. The first customers of Sweet Sweets are now being served... and boy, are they being served. This place is about to become a downright Babylonian chorus of food-based self-gratification. Maybe it's time to roll out.

>Choose 2.
[ ] Help run the maid cafe!
[ ] Visit the Q&A with Rose and a certain notable game dev!
[ ] Help Rose2 slip into her GothLolita dress and accompany her with Vivian to the meet!
[ ] Shop for pleasure toys with Alex and Whitney, and test them out!
[ ] Ogle cute cosplayers with Noelle and Cerise, get drunk and make a scene!

>>3985819
>[x] Visit the Q&A with Rose and a certain notable game dev!
Siiva kinda put me in a ZUN mood today.

>>3985819
>[X] Help run the maid cafe!
>[X] Ogle cute cosplayers with Noelle and Cerise, get drunk and make a scene!

>>3985819
>[x] Shop for pleasure toys with Alex and Whitney, and test them out!
>[x] Help run the maid cafe!

>>3985819
>Madlibs
OP...

>[x] Visit the Q&A with Rose and a certain notable game dev!

>[x] Help Rose2 slip into her GothLolita dress and accompany her with Vivian to the meet!

>>3985819
>[ ] Shop for pleasure toys with Alex and Whitney, and test them out!

It's been way too long since we had some quality time with our tomboy gf training our trap together.

>>3985819
>[X] Visit the Q&A with Rose and a certain notable game dev!
>[X] Shop for pleasure toys with Alex and Whitney, and test them out!
Oh god.

>>3985829
Whoops, what is reading comprehension

Also
>[ ] Help run the maid cafe!
Also want to see Gal keep giving her best

>>3985819
Noelle and Cerise a true power duo.

>>3985819
>[x] Visit the Q&A with Rose and a certain notable game dev!
>[x] Shop for pleasure toys with Alex and Whitney, and test them out!

>>3985819
>[ ] Help Rose2 slip into her GothLolita dress and accompany her with Vivian to the meet!
>[ ] Ogle cute cosplayers with Noelle and Cerise, get drunk and make a scene!

>>3985819
>[ ] Visit the Q&A with Rose and a certain notable game dev!
>[ ] Help Rose2 slip into her GothLolita dress and accompany her with Vivian to the meet!

>>3985819
>[x] Visit the Q&A with Rose and a certain notable game dev!
>[x] Ogle cute cosplayers with Noelle and Cerise, get drunk and make a scene!

>>3985819
>[X] Help run the maid cafe!
>[x] Help Rose2 slip into her GothLolita dress and accompany her with Vivian to the meet!

>>3985833
Forgot the 2nd choice. Rose2 and Viv

>>3985819
[x] Help run the maid cafe!

[x] Help Rose2 slip into her GothLolita dress and accompany her with Vivian to the meet!

>>3985819
>[X] Shop for pleasure toys with Alex and Whitney, and test them out!

>>3985896
Oh, I missed the "Choose 2"
[X] Help Rose2 slip into her GothLolita dress and accompany her with Vivian to the meet!

I had to miss the last two threads because of finals, so I've spent the last hour or two catching up. Pretty surprised to come back to a vote and not the end of the thread -- good work OP!

>>3985819
>[ ] Shop for pleasure toys with Alex and Whitney, and test them out!
>[ ] Help run the maid cafe!

>>3985901
Welcome back to the fold, Anonymous-dono!

>>3985819
>[x] Visit the Q&A with Rose and a certain notable game dev!
>[X] Help run the maid cafe!

Guys, we can't tie EVERYTHING.

>>3985908
Glad to be back! Binging the last two and a half episodes has been a wild ride. The wilful suppression of Johann's consciousness is inexcusable though. #FreeJohann

These are my totals, someone tell me if I've got it wrong.

[ ] Help run the maid cafe! 7
[ ] Visit the Q&A with Rose and a certain notable game dev! 7
[ ] Help Rose2 slip into her GothLolita dress and accompany her with Vivian to the meet! 7
[ ] Shop for pleasure toys with Alex and Whitney, and test them out! 6
[ ] Ogle cute cosplayers with Noelle and Cerise, get drunk and make a scene! 4

I said to choose 2, you chose 3. Sausage, /fq/.

>>3985928
But that’s exactly what going to a con is like.

>>3985943
My count matches exactly. /fq/ is greedy!

>>3985943
I'm proud of you guys

>>3985946
This is very true

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"Give me the chocolate, Alabaster."

You hand Mom a few boxes of semisweet chocolate. She adds it to the mixing bowl and begins to stir it up. You're not sure why she felt the need to get you into a frilled frock like the other maids are wearing, but you're getting some praiseful comments. Should you be proud that you turn people on in an outfit like this? You feel as if you shouldn't be proud of it.

At least it's not full-blown crossdressing, though. Right?

"I can't believe you talked Gal into doing this with you," you say as you pour cupcake batter into the baking molds. You watch her zip from table to table, dutifully taking orders. It's like something from a fever dream. Over the course of the past hour or so, she's gotten so much more comfortable in her skin working as a waitress. You think maybe she's mimicking Charlotte, who's a natural -- her tone and mannerisms.

If someone had told you a year ago that you'd be watching Galatea wait tables at one of the busiest venues in the world, you'd have called them crazy. Yet here you are.

"Talked her into it?" Mom says. "I didn't talk her into anything. She asked to take part." She opens the oven door, takes the tray of cupcakes from you, and sticks it in. Space is limited in this booth, and you have to step aside so she can maneuver to get the cupcakes inside the tiny, compact little convection oven. She takes an already completed tray out and sets it to cool. Charlotte is already coming back to grab a couple up and deliver them to some more orgasming customers.

"Look alive!" Mom tells her from across the register.

"Oh, get bent," Charlotte says in an uncharacteristic show of anger, blowing a bang from her face. She looks exhausted and sweaty. If there's one thing that can make Charlotte Mallory crabby, it's the heat and rush of cooking. She shares that in common with her aunt.

"Enjoying your first Comiket?" You ask.

"First and last," she grumps. "This darn outfit is so... restrictive."

You poke the top of her tit. Both she and Mom slap your hand at the same time.

"Ow," you say, jerking back.

"Cosplay is not consent!" Charlotte says, fists on her hips. "Haven't you seen the signs?"

"You definitely consent."

"Save that energy for my daughter," Charlotte tells you. "You need to make a baby in her, pronto!"

You're not even done registering your shock at such a lewd remark when Mom adds on: "My Rose first! Or Cerise!"

You rub your forehead. Do maid costumes make girls unnaturally horny? Or have your two mommies always been this way?

Charlotte trots off. You get to work mixing up pineapple whips for the paying customers.

"As I said," Mom tells you. "I didn't have to convince Anna. She convinced me. She said she wanted to help."

"Really?"

"Yes. She knew we'd be slam-packed with customers, so she wanted to take the load off." She sighs happily. "She's such a good daughter..."

"In law."

She smacks you with a ladle.

"Fuck," you grunt. "Now I know where Cerise learned it."