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MINGLE 001

MINGLE 001: FOOD, FUN, FUCKING

Guests are 'gently encouraged' by enforcer robots to gather into what appears to be a central gathering place in the middle of the settlement area. Attendance is quite mandatory. Once everyone has gathered, holographic emitters kick on and display... static. Loudspeakers tell the captive audience to prepare for an important announcement, and moments later a proper but mechanical voice chimes in:

Greetings, organisms! R̷e̶j̸o̴i̴c̷e̸, for the portents foresee a time of glorious providence! We have recorded your actions a̵n̸d̵ ̴o̸u̶r̵ ̵c̶a̵p̸a̷b̷i̴l̸i̷t̵i̶e̸s̶ ̴have upgraded accordingly! The fabricator general automata grant you a boon, and shall provide much glamorous f̷i̶x̴t̶u̶r̶e̴s̷ ̴to aid in your future acts. Frolic and make merrily, all!

To honor your contributions and celebrate your arrival, you will be invited to attend our first sultry salacious soiree. Join your fellow chosen and f̵u̶l̵f̴i̵l̸l̵ ̵y̸o̷u̶r̷ ̷f̸u̴n̴c̷t̷i̶o̶n̶!

And with that, the display ends and characters are allowed to go as they please.

Upon returning, characters now find that dormant manufacturing robots have been reactivated, and will accept requests to build certain household fixtures, i.e., bedding, couches, loveseats. Because who wants to bang on a dusty cot, right? The quality will not be high. Imagine low-end IKEA. Build quality also varies dramatically and seems to depend on how old and corrupted the machine is. (As with all things in this world, quality is improved with intimate acts.)

But what is this celebration you've been invited to? That much is simple as sin. It's a mechanically sponsored party. Of particular note to hungry newcomers will be a fully stocked banquet ample spirits and naturally, a dedicated area for an all-out orgy. It's a good old-fashioned party, Roman style!

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These are no hospital rations. This is a full-fledged feast. It's no less dangerous, though.
Naturally, the robots have seen fit to add a little bit "extra." Some offerings are entirely innocuous, while others have bevy of effects that you'll soon discover.

You may find yourself only able to speak the truth, or maybe after one bite you find yourself instantly smitten with the next person you see. Some foods incite obedience, others rebellion. And some... well, you can't have an orgy without some good, old-fashioned aphrodisiac.

The music has been modulated to change the way you think. Of course it's electro-synth, what else would robots play?

Slower music induces sleep; maybe you fall into a cuddle-puddle with some of your fellow kidnappees. Faster music encourages you to dance. And some music? That's what upstairs is for.

Speaking of upstairs, what's an orgy without the orgy? You may find yourself auspiciously able to fill your decadent A5 squares. In a large room that seems unusually renovated, as if the robots had given it special attention just for this day, a floor covered in pillows awaits the beast with two backs. No one is turned away, and those attending will get a notification from their devices that they have received... additional credits? What could this mean?

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[ Xue Yang continues to kiss, slowly but insistently, chewing down the food a little bit at a time so that the two of them can get to kissing properly. He can be patient for now if it gets him what he wants in the end. ]

[For a moment he is lost, or perhaps trying to mentally check out, it was hard to say. This was still a bit of a shock, though he should have expected it, that had been the goal since the beginning, hadn't it?\

Still, it was too much, and finally, letting himself properly react to it, and remember that he was an immortal master! He raised his fan to hit Xue Yang on the head and break the kiss.]

Chew your food properly first!

[ Xue Yang startles, but for whatever reason doesn't lash out in return. He sits there with a blank look on his face for several seconds, then slowly chews and swallows the food as instructed.

Once done, he leans in again. ]

Alright. Let's kiss now.

[ And then he goes to resume the kiss. ]

[For a moment he's ready to pat him on the head for being obedient, but then was taken back again.

He really couldn't argue though, he did say first, hadn't he? He felt compelled to uphold that tenuous offer.]

Very well.

[ He puts his lips to Shen Qingqiu's again and once again it's slow, not tentative quite so much as leisurely. Xue Yang takes his time enjoying the kiss, sucking on Shen Qingqiu's lips and tracing them with his tongue, before trying to push his tongue into his mouth. ]

[Alas where Xue Yang is taking his time to enjoy, is using various techniques that would even accomplish this, Shen Qingqiu is a bit of a wet blanket. He can't even remember the last time he kissed someone and it wasn't just a terrible gnawing, or teeth clanking, or overabundant eagerness that just made it wet and sloppy. He has no skills himself, and his affection level was still quite low. But, he was able to appreciate the difference a little bit.

As he dwelled on these differences and categorizing them in his mind, his defenses were next to nothing, so Xue Yang was perfectly capable of getting his tongue in. Though he might choke a little on it, he did mean it, he was hardly worth the effort.]

[ Xue Yang is rapidly cluing into the fact that this person is in fact just as ignorant of sex as most "righteous cultivators" he came across tended to be. Even once his tongue is inside, the lack of reciprocation or any attempts at trying is almost impressive.

But that's alright. He doesn't need to be particularly good at it.

Xue Yang's hands reach for Shen Qingqiu's lapels and then slide down until he reaches his belt, at which point he starts to work on undoing it. It doesn't exactly take skill to have someone else suck your cock. ]

[His engine just wasn't something that was up and ready to go at the flick of a switch. He had to ruminate on things first, and it really was a curious situation. There was no build-up, it was just a sudden PWP event with no proper flow. Anyone reading this would definitely rage.

And it was so easy to think about some of these things. Tongues were just strange. Why was it they were shoved into mouths so much? Hot wet textured squirming muscles were weird. They felt kind of weird, and invasion into a private space. Exchanging fluids from another person. It was the least romantic thing when you really thought about it. Tender kisses on the head or check though, had so much more impact, to work their way through countless encounters and build up, to finally place lips upon soft lips of released affection, and stop it at that. That was true depictions of passion!

As he considered all of these things he finally realized his belt was being removed. Wait! Wait! This is more than he signed up for! He went to grab hold of it as if he were fighting some little gremlin picking his pockets.]

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[ When Shen Qingqiu goes for his belt as well, not to help Xue Yang along but to hinder, Xue Yang pauses. He pulls back just barely enough, so that when he speaks their lips still brush together. ]

I know what I'm doing. Just let me work.

[ And he continues to try to get that belt open. ]

[Again there was the urge to agree. What was this? What was this situation? What kind of event had he fallen into? What sort of flags had he raised? He knew he had changed the genre of Proud Immortal Demon Way, but what exactly was the genre here?

Didn't he already know that?

He raised his hands to cover his eyes because he had no idea what to do. Normally in this situation, his clothes would just be ripped to shreds at this point.]

[ He isn't physically resisting any more, so Xue Yang has no need to rip his clothes apart.

Once the belt gives, Xue Yang finally takes the plate of food and sets it where it won't get in the way to the side. He gives one last lingering kiss to Shen Qingqiu's lips, maneuvering a little to avoid his hands, before he starts to kiss a line downwards along Shen Qingqiu's body. It's not the sort of thing Xue Yang is interested in in particular, but he's watched plenty of women do it to Jin Guangshan and they're his guides at the moment.

By the time his head gets much lower, he has most of the important clothing out of the way, he thinks. These robes are somewhat different from ones he's used to dealing with, so it takes a bit more work than he was expecting. ]

[She Qingqiu was a floaty scholar, he had layers and layers of robes, the sort that looked amazing when twirling and flitting around the air. Light and airy they looked fantastic in dramatic shots with the wind and fluttered when swinging a sword. This meant they were not that convenient to move. Which, was fine. He didn't want them removed particularly. And though the sensation of kisses down his chest was a little exciting, he was quickly trying to cover his chest immediately after.

It was probably easier just to lift his robes and pull down his pants.

How had it come to this? He never would have imagined in a million years he would end up in such a situation, should he feel guilty? It wasn't like there was much he could do. It was going to happen one way or another, he already knew that. Whatever system was running this R-18 cluster fuck would no doubt have methods to force it's events activated and Shen Qingqiu knew he was powerless no matter what.]

[ By the time Xue Yang's mouth is down by its target... the clothes are not entirely opened up. But at least his face is down here now and he can easily see what he's doing, so it's not that much longer before Xue Yang is finally pulling aside Shen Qingqiu's last innergarments to expose him to the air.

Now that they're at this point, Xue Yang settles into a slightly easier position on his knees. He soon leans in and gives a lavish lick of his tongue, from the base of Shen Qingqiu's cock all the way up to the head.

... Okay, this actually doesn't taste that great. He's definitely going to have plenty of dessert after this to get the taste out, but he can deal with it for now. ]

[What do you want from him!? There isn't anywhere to bathe! It could be a lot worse, he could be a none cultivator, they probably sweat way more!

He somehow knew the direction Xue Yang was going, but it did not quite register until he went in for it. The sudden lick along his poor cucumber was startling and completely unfamiliar. He could not help but gasp suddenly and vocally with a jump. Not ever, in all of his life, had someone licked him in such a place. But then, his experiences regarding such intimate matters were usually barely enough foreplay before sticking it in....]

[ Xue Yang continues, pressing his lips in sloppy kisses in an attempt to avoid putting his tongue on it more than is necessary. He at least wants it hard before he takes it into his mouth properly. Like this, it's limp and kind of unappealing. Like food that has gotten soggy instead of being handled fresh.

He recalls what he's seen of this sort of thing, and he remembers all the exaggerated moans that the women would give as they did this... but that had always been so unappealing to him, and he had no idea what Jin Guangshan liked about it. So he stays quiet, instead placing more kisses and even adding licks in his attempts to coax Shen Qingqiu to hardness.

It's a dick. Pretty much any touch has got to feel good, right? ]

[And his was starved for other people's touches. To think that a stranger in another world was giving his front half better attention than his lover!

It was a bit rage-inducing actually.

Luo Binghe, whenever he sees you again, he will think better of the education manuals he allows to be found.

Sadly, despite its general sensitive nature, Shen Qingqiu was not a particularly horny person, even with drugged food in his system. It twitched a little, it had potential, but rapid growth wasn't going to be there.]

[ Is this why this guy said it wouldn't be worth it? Because he has a really hard time getting it up? What was the point of all that cultivating if it made your dick go permanently soft?

Xue Yang continues anyway, even bringing a hand in to help his mouth. He has no issues using a hand to touch this guy, so where the kisses and licks probably left a lot to be desired even for someone into this, his hand takes a confident grip and strokes up and down the whole length. The size is different from his own and it feels a little strange, but it's not enough to bother him. Instead he continues to kiss at and occasionally lick the tip while his hand gets to work properly stimulating Shen Qingqiu. ]

[Don't be so cruel, he was still a man, he just had his preferences! Touch it enough and of course, it will rise! It wasn't any more lacking than the next person!

He was surprised at the rather quick arousal, and hearing his own breathing become heavy. Was he really so easy? Some random guy giving him a blow job at a party was good enough? Was he actually ok with this?

No! He wasn't okay with this!

But, it was too late to do much about it. Maybe once it was done they would be satisfied. He didn't even know their name....

This really was like out of some of the worst of his sister's books!]

[ There we go, that's more like it. When Xue Yang feels it going hard in his hand, he gives a grin and glances up to Shen Qingqiu's face. He keeps his gaze there as he starts to take the tip into his mouth, then has to lower his gaze as he lets his lips sink down around the shaft.

And down.

And down.

He's never really thought about just how long a dick really is until he feels it starting to hit the back of his mouth and he still doesn't quite have the whole thing inside. Xue Yang considers for a moment, decides he doesn't want to gag on it today, and slowly pulls his head back up instead. It tastes no better this time, but he's determined to see this through. His hand continues to work the lower part of the shaft as his head bobs up and down on the upper part of it.

He both doesn't care about making this guy enjoy it but also wants to prove that he can make it feel good. Luckily the latter impulse is winning at the moment. ]

[Compared to most of his experiences, almost anything that didn't hurt in some way felt good, even though his affection was very low, and made it not particularly fun, the aphrodisiac seemed to make up for that lacking desire plenty enough.

Still, he didn't know where to look, or what to do, it was a bit disgusting to look down, so unappealing. He didn't want to see the acts taking place, with the sounds such a thing makes. It was just a constant reminder of how this and everything else was wrong.

In an attempt to save his sensibilities and put the image out of his mind he raised his sleeves up as if trying to hide from the world.

In this moment, of urges to thrust forward and the overwhelming sense of inappropriateness, he apologized over and over to Binghe, wherever he might be, whether he might see him again or not. He couldn't help but feel a little scummy.]

[ Xue Yang continues without paying any mind to whatever internal crisis Shen Qingqiu is going through. For now he's got a dick to make feel good, and he's going to do it.

He actually tries sucking a little, though the taste is still off enough that he doesn't want to use his tongue very much. Instead he picks up the pace with his hand, occasionally slowing to dip his head down as low as he can easily get it before resuming. ]

[His internal crisis continued, and he really wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to accept it as feeling good? Should he try and stop it? Should he give in and actively engage? There were too many thoughts to deal with.

In the end, though his hips decided for him, they decided they wanted more action and moved on their own.]

[ Xue Yang isn't quite ready for those hips to suddenly move, and it makes the cock unexpectedly bump into the back of his throat. He doesn't quite gag, but he does feel a rush of heat from the start of the reflex, and Xue Yang steadies himself.

Still, this means he's doing a good enough job, right?

Xue Yang considers for a moment, then on his next bob down, gives one of those moans that he at least keeps toned down from being something ridiculous. Just to see if Shen Qingqiu is going to have any extra reaction to it. ]

[He could feel his soul trying to escape his body. What was that? What was that dreadful sound? He wanted to expire on the spot.

Words were beyond him at the moment though, so all he could do was take his closed fan and bat at Xue Yang's head lightly. Stop that. Stop that dreadful moaning. It was embarrassing, the situation was already bad don't make it even more awkward and uncomfortable.]

[ So this guy doesn't find the noises sexy either. Got it.

Xue Yang stops moaning immediately, instead focusing on his bobbing and stroking. There's probably some technique to this that he didn't pay close enough attention to pick up on. He starts moving a bit faster at least. Maybe that will work this guy up.

Is he going to expect Xue Yang to swallow? He'd better not be expecting that. The taste right now is bad enough as it is. ]

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