Chapter 199 Yugito’s +18 Matatabi Problem. Tatsumaki’s focus

Mikasa lifts herself off your cock with a wet sound, your cum leaking from her pussy as she crawls aside. Yoruichi slides into her place immediately, her dark skin glistening with sweat, her purple hair cascading over muscular shoulders as she straddles you. Her pussy engulfs your shaft in one smooth drop, her inner walls hot and slick, and she begins riding you with lazy, rolling hips, her golden eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Sinon slides off your face, her legs trembling, and moves aside. Yugito rises from the bed's edge, her blonde hair matted, her golden feline eyes dilated with visible hunger. She positions herself above your face, her undershirt already pulled off, revealing firm breasts and a toned stomach. Her pussy descends toward your mouth, golden hair glistening with moisture.

"Yugito," you say, your voice slightly muffled as her thighs settle on either side of your head. "You heard about this an hour ago. You're already participating?"

She hesitates, her vertical pupils contracting. "I... it felt right."

Your tongue finds her slit as she finishes. She gasps sharply, her hips jerking, her hands bracing against the headboard. You work her folds with long strokes, tasting her arousal, pressing against her swollen clit. She's dripping wet, her body responding intensely despite her confusion. A slow moan crawls out of her throat like a purr.

Kurumu Kurono crawls forward from her cushion, her blue hair swaying, her succubus eyes narrowing as she locks gazes with Yugito. Something shifts in her expression, recognition, then sharp anger.

"Shut up, kitten," Kurumu says sharply, her voice cutting through the room's ambient moans. "That's her decision to make."

Yugito's eyes widen. Her hips freeze mid-grind. "What? Who are you-"

"There's something sealed inside you," Kurumu says, her wings folding tight against her back as she maintains eye contact. "A soul. A consciousness. It's been pushing you through your dreams, your subconscious. Making you want things before you've decided you want them yourself."

Yugito's face goes pale. "Matatabi? But she's sealed, she can't-"

"She's been whispering to you since you woke up," Kurumu says firmly. "I can sense it. The way your arousal spiked when you moved toward the bed wasn't entirely yours. She's been nudging you toward this for hours."

Yugito looks down at you, your tongue still pressed against her clit, her body trembling. "I... I don't..." Her voice breaks as your mouth works her despite the conversation, her walls clenching around nothing. "I don't know which feelings are mine anymore."

You understand instantly. Bijuu mind-influence, dozens of fanfics covered this exact dynamic. The sealed beast manipulating its host's emotions, desires, decisions. “Thank you for catching that Kurumu, I could sense Matatabi’s presence but not what she was doing.” You keep your tongue working, gentler now, letting her body decide while her mind processes.

Yugito's orgasm hits regardless. Her pussy floods your mouth, her thighs clamping around your head as she cries out, her golden eyes rolling back. The manipulation may have started it, but the climax rolling through her is real, her body responding to genuine physical sensation.

As she collapses sideways, gasping, Kurumi Tokisaki crawls forward and presses her lips to Yugito's in a soft, lingering kiss. Yugito's eyes flutter open, confused, but Kurumi strokes her cheek gently.

"I know what it's like," Kurumi murmurs against her mouth. "Having something else constantly pushing at your mind. Whispering. Redirecting. The temporal echoes never stop showing me other possibilities." She smiles, her clock-eye spinning slowly. "You're not alone in this."

Yugito stares at her, tears forming at the corners of her golden eyes. "How do you... how do you know which thoughts are yours?"

Kurumi kisses her again, deeper this time. "You learn. And you have people who'll tell you when something else is talking."

Yoruichi rides you with lazy, rolling hips, her dark skin gleaming with sweat, her purple hair cascading over her shoulders. Her pussy grips your cock in slow, deliberate squeezes, her golden eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She's in no rush, savoring every inch.

You catch Kurumu's eye. The blue-haired succubus sits on a cushion, her wings folded tight, watching Yugito recover with protective concern. You beckon her forward with a nod.

"Your turn, Kurumu."

She rises, unhooking her lacy purple bra to let it drop, her panties following. Her full breasts sway with each step, her blue hair bouncing. She climbs onto the bed and positions herself above your face, her pussy descending toward your mouth. You reach up immediately, cupping her breasts, your fingers finding her stiff nipples and rolling them between your knuckles.

Kurumu gasps as your tongue parts her folds. "Oh! you're-"

You seal your lips around her clit and suck gently while kneading her breasts, and she grinds down against your mouth with a soft moan. Her wings flutter involuntarily.

Even as you pleasure her, your mind works. The Telepathy Web runs through enchanted items. Yugito's Anchoring Band is enchanted. Matatabi is sealed inside Yugito, sharing her body, her chakra network. The connection should be there.

You open the Web to everyone present. "Quick question. The Telepathy Web communicates through the Anchoring Bands. Yugito is wearing one. Matatabi is sealed inside her, connected to her body. Shouldn't the Two-Tails be able to communicate through it?"

Silence. Then Yugito's head snaps up from where she's recovering against Kurumi's shoulder.

"That's-" Yugito starts.

A new voice cuts through the Telepathy Web. Not Yugito's. Deeper. Older. Carrying the resonance of something ancient and vast compressed into a tiny space.

"...I can hear you."

The voice is female, rough, carrying the weight of decades of isolation. It sounds like flames crackling in a dry forest.

"The little ring. I've been trying to reach through her dreams for days and this... this is so much clearer."

Yugito's hand flies to her Anchoring Band, her golden eyes wide. "Matatabi? You can- you're actually-"

"Kitten, I've been talking to you in your sleep for a week. This is the first time anyone's actually listened properly."

Kurumu freezes above your face, her wings snapping open. "That's her? The sealed one?"

"The one you told to shut up, blue girl. Yes. I heard that." A pause. "...Fair enough. I was pushing too hard."

Akame sits forward from her cushion, her red eyes narrowing. Esdeath's ice-blue gaze sharpens with interest.

Tatsumaki's green eyes go wide from her corner. "A sealed consciousness communicating through a magical network," she breathes. "That shouldn't be possible."

"It seems to be an interesting hole in the standard rules," Matatabi responds, her mental voice carrying a note of wonder. "It connects the wearer to something else. Something that doesn't care about seals."

Yugito stares at her own hand, at the Anchoring Band on her finger, tears forming in her golden eyes. "You can talk to everyone? Not just me?"

"Apparently." Matatabi's voice carries something like relief. "Apparently I don't have to whisper anymore."

Kurumu grinds down against your mouth again, her arousal spiking despite the conversation. Your tongue works her clit while your fingers pinch her nipples, and she moans, her wings trembling.

You refocus on Kurumu's pussy, your tongue tracing slow circles around her clit while your fingers knead her full breasts, thumbs rolling her stiff nipples. She gasps, her wings trembling, her blue hair spilling across your chest as she grinds down against your mouth.

"Welcome to the conversation, Matatabi," you send through the Web, keeping your mental tone warm. "Glad you can finally speak clearly."

Kurumu's thighs clench around your head as you suck her clit harder, your tongue pressing flat against the swollen bud. She moans, her hips rolling, her hands gripping the headboard.

"The seal," you continue, even as your mouth works Kurumu's folds. "In different stories, Bijuu seals range from steel cages to open fields. What's yours like? And your perception, do you sense what Yugito senses, or is it blank?"

Matatabi's response comes after a pause, her mental voice carrying the weight of isolation.

"An illusion. A field with tall grass, blue sky. No sensations, no wind, no smell, no temperature. Just... looking." A long silence. "The world-seal turned it black and white. Like a photograph. And I couldn't speak to her anymore. The dream-subconscious was all I had left."

You feel Kurumu's pussy flood against your tongue, her arousal spiking. Your fingers pinch her nipples and she cries out, her wings snapping open wide. You bring her to the edge deliberately, holding her there, then push her over with rapid strokes of your tongue against her clit while rolling both nipples hard between your fingers.

Kurumu screams. Her orgasm rips through her, her pussy clenching rhythmically against your mouth, her thighs crushing your head, her wings beating once before folding tight. She collapses forward, gasping, her blue hair pooling across your stomach.

"I'm sorry, Matatabi," you send, stroking Kurumu's hip as she recovers. "That sounds like solitary confinement. But manipulating Yugito's sexual choices isn't acceptable. She deserves to make those decisions herself."

"I know," Matatabi responds, her voice smaller now. "I just... I wanted her to feel safe with you. The dreams were the only tool I had."

"There's a theoretical method I've read about," you continue. "Splitting a Bijuu from its Jinchuuriki without killing the host. It requires a blank-slate body for the Bijuu to merge with. They'd no longer be a Bijuu, just a person. I'd need to check my spell list to see if it's actually possible."

The silence that follows is absolute. Even the ambient sounds of the room seem to pause.

"You're... you're serious?" Matatabi's voice cracks. "That's-"

Yugito sits bolt upright from where she's resting against Kurumi's shoulder. "Split me from Matatabi? Without killing me?"

"Without killing EITHER of us?" Matatabi adds, her voice breaking.

"It's theoretical," you say aloud, your voice slightly muffled by Kurumu's weight. "I'd need to research whether my enchantments can create a viable vessel. But the concept exists."

Yugito's golden eyes are wide, tears forming. "What about the contract? The master-servant contract, doesn't it push past the world's power restrictions?"

"It might," you send carefully. "Contracted servants have shown increased capability. But that could just be the basic power increase from the intimacy bond rather than actually bypassing world-tier limitations. I'm not certain."

Kurumi Tokisaki trades places with Kurumi, guiding her forward to the others as she slides into position above your face, her French maid outfit hiked up, her heterochromatic eyes bright with anticipation. But she pauses, her clock-eye spinning.

"It's definitely more than basic increase," Kurumi interrupts through the Web, her mental voice sharp and certain. "I've been watching everyone since their contracts. The maximum capability of contracted servants has been raised. Not just magic capacity, actual power release. Mikasa's speed, Riveria's spell limit. The ceiling moved. Though not without details, I should be able to make clones of myself and feel the ability there, but for some reason it's like I'm already a limit."

She lowers herself onto your mouth, her pussy wet and ready, her thighs settling on either side of your head.

"Whether it bypasses world-tier restrictions specifically..." Kurumi trails off, grinding against your tongue. "...that would need testing unavailable to us."

Matatabi's voice comes through quiet, almost fragile. "If the contract raises the ceiling... and you could make a body..."

"One thing at a time," you send, your tongue finding Kurumi's slit. "First, I research. Then we talk options."

Your tongue slides between Kurumi's folds, tasting her arousal as your fingers knead her breasts, thumbs circling her stiff nipples. She grinds against your mouth with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, her clock-eye spinning lazily, her heterochromatic gaze half-lidded with pleasure. Her maid outfit is bunched around her waist, her pussy slick and swollen against your lips.

Yoruichi rides your cock with that same lazy, rolling rhythm, her dark thighs flexing as she takes you to the hilt again and again. Her inner walls squeeze rhythmically, building pressure in slow waves. She's close, you can feel it in the way her breathing has gone shallow, her purple hair clinging to sweat-dampened shoulders.

Your mouth seals around Kurumi's clit and you suck, pressing your tongue flat against the swollen bud. She moans, her knees trembling, her hands gripping the headboard-

"Would the contract accelerate my burnout recovery?"

Tatsumaki's mental voice cuts into the Web like a blade, sharp and abrupt. From her corner of the bedroom, her green eyes are fixed on the ceiling, her small frame rigid on her cushion, her thighs pressed tightly together.

"Or unlock it entirely?"

You pause mid-stroke of your tongue. Kurumi whimpers at the sudden cessation, her hips grinding involuntarily. It takes you a few seconds - your mouth still pressed against Kurumi's pussy, Yoruichi's cunt squeezing your shaft - to process what Tatsumaki is actually asking.

The assumption underneath the question. The direction she's leading.

You pull back just enough to speak, your voice muffled against Kurumi's thigh. "You're all choosing a very difficult time to have these conversations."

The room breaks. Mikasa covers her mouth, her shoulders shaking. Kurumu giggles openly from where she's recovering against the pillows. Even Akame's lips twitch, the closest to a smile anyone's seen from her. Esdeath lets out a single, sharp bark of laughter.

You refocus, your tongue finding Kurumi's clit again as you send your response through the Web, your mental tone serious despite the physical context.

"Tatsumaki. The contract's foundation is a lifetime of self-accepted slavery. It needs to be sexual in nature to produce the side-effects you're asking about. We all enjoy the contrast your youthful appearance brings, but everyone in this room knows and accepts you're a twenty-three year old woman, otherwise you wouldn't have been allowed in here."

Tatsumaki's face burns crimson. Her fists clench in her lap.

"Could the contract speed up your healing? Maybe. Could it raise your power ceiling? Maybe. But the price is being my woman for the rest of your life. Sexually obedient to me even after you recover. Before you try to answer yes just to get your power back faster - understand that means spreading your legs whenever I want, however I want, for decades. Not as a transaction. As your life."

Silence. Yoruichi's hips have stopped moving, her golden eyes fixed on Tatsumaki with an unreadable expression.

Kurumi grinds down against your mouth impatiently, her arousal spiking despite - or because of - the tension. You reward her with a long, slow stroke of your tongue from her entrance to her clit, then seal your lips around the swollen bud and suck hard.

Tatsumaki doesn't respond immediately. Her green eyes stare at the ceiling, her jaw tight, her small body trembling with something that isn't quite anger and isn't quite fear.

Finally, her mental voice comes through, smaller than before. "I... wasn't thinking about it like that."

"I could tell," you send back, your tongue working Kurumi's folds. "That's why I'm telling you now instead of letting you find out later."

Yoruichi resumes her ride, her pussy clenching around your cock as she chases her building orgasm. Kurumi's thighs tremble against your ears, her moans growing louder.