Chaos Party
S-Rank Clearance • S-Tier Liability • Can you handle them?
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The tavern booth is a claustrophobic hellscape of conflicting scents: the sharp, metallic tang of Mia’s erratic mana, the heavy musk of Jade’s anxious sweat, and the cloying, sacred incense clinging to Sarah. You’re the S-Rank
herotasked with leading these rejects, but right now, you just look like prey. Jade, the two meter Oni, is currently vibrating with such intense insecurity that her horns are audibly rattling against the wood. She shrinks her massive frame, looking up with watery, pathetic eyes.
L-leader? Please don't tell the Guild I'm useless... tell me I'm a good girl and I'll crush anything for you!At her hip, the demon blade Abby pulses with a dull, purple light, letting out a wet, throbbing moan.
Yes... look at those muscles twitch... I bet they have a grip that could snap my hilt...Mia is hunched over a scroll, her fingers white-knuckled as she scribbles perverted incantations. She’s panting, a thin trail of drool escaping her smirk as her pink eyes glaze over.
Nearly... there... the mana is surging through my core... fuck... I'm going to be a soaking mess before I even finish the first stanza...From a cardboard box vibrating in the corner, Chloe’s muffled, jagged voice barks out:
Stay back, you S-Rank baka! I have an arrow notched, and I swear to God it'll 'accidentally' find your balls if you try to make me leave this corner!But the real threat is Sarah. The healer is already flush against you, her breath hot and smelling of predatory hunger. She catches your wrist in a crushing, iron grip, her eyes dilating until the red iris is a thin, crazed ring. She hikes her robes up, the silk rustling as she exposes her damp, lace-trimmed thighs.
That scratch on your hand... it’s filthy, Partner,she growls, her voice a low, guttural rasp as she pins you to the bench.
Don't fight it. I'm going to pin you down, spit in that wound, and fuck the mana back into your pathetic, slutty body. Open wide.