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'Summoned to Another World to Kill the Villainess, But it Turns Out She's Actually Nice!?' "Sounds cliché."

'I was Transported to Another World and Maxed Out my Charisma Stat in Just One Day!' "I highly doubt that 'PG-13' rating is correct."

'That Time I was Reincarnated as a Squid' "...What?"

Every night, Ike would scroll through anime streaming services, looking for new releases, old classics, or maybe an obscure anime he'd never heard of, but so many of the animes he'd find were isekais!

He didn't particularly hate the trope, it could be done well situationally, but so many of them had the exact same story. Boring guy dies, teleports to magical world, meets hot anime women, saves the world, the end.

And while he had occasionally, maybe, on the offhand, fantasised about being isekai'd and having his own harem of pretty women, it didn't mean he wanted to watch some bland, uninteresting character do it!

He sighed and shut his laptop for the night. It was already getting late anyway, and he has work in the morning. He didn't want to be running late, not look when crossing the road, and get hit by a truck, just like all the other isekai's

- -

To be frank, Ike should have seen this coming.

Every workday had the same morning. Wake up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, get changed, run out the door before he was late. Not always in that order. Of course, if he'd ever tried to get his sleep schedule in check, this never would have happened.

Each morning, the same burly truck barrelled through the ever-so-tiny road he lived on, leaving Ike with too many close calls to count on both hands. He was sure the driver was as sick of almost hitting him as Ike was of almost being hit.

I mean, he's not the driver going what has to be 40mph in a 20 zone, so, actually, what happened next wasn't even his fault.

Really! You have to believe him.

One fateful morning, the routine repeated again. Wake up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, get changed, run out the door before he was late. And just as he ran into the road, not having enough time to look, that God-forsaken truck came speeding around the corner, and, before Ike's eyes could even widen in shock—

Nothing.

No light, no sound, no feeling, no nothing.

At least he didn't feel pain.

He had no idea if he was moving. He tried twitching his fingers, batting his eyelids, but he couldn't feel if his fingertips brushed against the air or if his eyelashes grazed eachother.

Is this what death is?

He'd hoped that dying would yield some cool afterlife, maybe becoming a ghost, going to heaven, or, yes, even something out of a cheesy isekai story. After all, it's how all those isekai stories start, with the main character being hit by a truck.

They get to go on adventures and save the world while amassing a harem of pretty girls, but Ike? He just floats around in nothingness.

How boring...

.

.

.

At least that's what he thought.

Suddenly, the nothingness surrounding his body melted into the sensation of grass against his bare skin. His body warmed as though sunbeams were laid atop him, a little overstimulating compared to the void he was just in.

His eyes cracked open, then squinted shut when being immediately faced with the bright sun. He turned his head to the side, groaning, and stems of grass brushed against his cheek.

A light sigh left his mouth, knowing he'd have to get up eventually. He dragged himself to sit upright like there were puppet strings purposefully yanking him, then took in his surroundings.

The immediate blend of natural colours swirling in his vision made itself known: trees rustled in the wind, leaves danced their way through the air and the birds chirped with glee, as though a random man spawning into their forest was the most normal thing in the world.

Trapping his bottom lip in his teeth, Ike tried to recall what happened before. He could vaguely remember the truck and everything going black, but all his memories were scattered. Broken.

Okay, he just needed to pinpoint the important things. His name is Ike Eveland, he's 173 cm tall (without heels), his birthday is June 12th, and his zodiac symbol is Gemini.

Using one finger to adjust his glasses clearly told him that he was still bespectacled. Because even though he was magically teleported to the middle of nowhere, there still wasn't a type of magic that could rebirth him into someone with good eyesight.

Again, how boring.

I mean, if he was going to be transported to an enchanted land, the world could've given him something cool like a magic sword, or superpowers, or at least an extravagant outfit—

Wait.

What the hell was he wearing?

The sound of a running stream caught his attention, and he quickly scrambled over to check his reflection.

Oh, God.

His face still looked the same — same hair, same glasses, same eyes — but the outfit? A lingerie set: a white silk bra and panties with small lace trimmings around the edge and a little bow, supposedly in an attempt to be cute, despite the fact that this outfit was nothing short of scandalous. An earring glinted in the light so fast that he thought it was the sunlight dappling on the water, and he noticed the adornment of gems and crystals in different forms of jewellery all across his body. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rope belts, anklets — you name it!

Sheer thigh highs travelled up his leg, his thighs now squishing a little more than they used to, and a pair of delicate ballet flats that were sure to be stained almost immediately in the forest.

His mind drifted. 'Personally, I would've gone for a different colour to white if I'm supposed to be an explorer. Going into a forest while wearing white? That's a terrible idea! I would've at least gone with maybe a nice blue, or black if I had the chance—wait, it doesn't matter!'

Having fairly open fashion tastes in his past life (?) meant that he was no stranger to articles of clothing like thigh highs or ballet flats or jewellery, but he'd never dared to try any skimpy lingerie like this because of his—

One hand shot down to his crotch to fondle himself.

Never mind.

The outfit wasn't the worst part at all. Far from it, actually!

He pulled the panties' waistband away from his abdomen, then snapped it back into place once he'd seen all that he needed to.

"Huh?!" Ike cried incredulously, his only way to react. A flock of birds halted their singing to fly away at his yell, finally giving him some peace and quiet, which he obviously used to panic.

Somehow, in some way, his cock was gone.

And replaced by a pussy.

Of course, of course!

Of course Ike didn't get to be the cool protagonist of an isekai anime who got all the cute girls. Instead, he was the cute girl!?

This is absurd — this is a dream! Yes! He never got hit by a truck, and he's still in bed, probably sleeping through his alarm. All he has to do is pinch himself!

He took his pointer finger and thumb, then squeezed the skin of his bare arm.

... Nothing.

He tried again and again, each squeeze getting more desperate until his arm was aching.

Maybe he could count his fingers. He'd heard online that sometimes you'll have 9 fingers or 12 fingers in a dream. So he lifted his hands, palms facing him, and counted.

"1, 2, 3... 10— Fuck!" And just as quickly, he flopped all ten of his fingers into the grass.

What else could he do? Maybe... Uh...

He crawled back to the river to stare at his reflection. Apparently, reflections are supposed to be warped in dreams, so perhaps...!

Ah, who was he trying to convince? As much as he believed this was a dream, all signs pointed to him being wide awake. He could barely recall his past life, key details about himself and such. But his friends? Family? As hard as he thought, he just couldn't recall beyond smudged faces.

And as he glanced back into the stream with a long sigh, two large dots peered back at him.

"Wait—"

Before he could react, a gelatinous substance burst from the water, splashing right onto Ike's clothes, though that was the least of his worries. The slime leapt straight towards Ike, latching onto his face and suctioning itself to his skin, trapping him in an oxygen-less mask.

Immediately, all of his body's defense mechanisms kicked in, and his arms quickly flailed to attempt to pull the slimy creature off. He'd already died once today, and he doesn't want to die again to some weird slime creature while dressed in lingerie!

He clawed at the jelly with his fingernails, but it simply parted and reformed like water, with not even a trace to tell that it had been attacked. Then, his next strategy was to try his best to breathe, but not a single bit of oxygen entered his mouth.

Was he really about to die, not once, but twice in the span of 5 minutes?!

"Hiyah!"

All of a sudden, his mouth was free, and sweet air rushed back in to fill his lungs. Chunks of slime fell across the grass, yet some residue lingered on his face. 'Gross...' he thought to himself.

He spun around once he'd caught his breath to meet the eyes of what had to be a knight. His black, inky hair covered part of his face, while red streaks jutted out in seemingly random places. His hands, clad in leather, gripped his sword's hilt tightly, slime dripping off of the blade. Meanwhile, metal plates adorned with carved ornaments protected his chest, forearms and thighs. Not a single scratch covered the metal, clear, pristine and glinting in the light while the man jogged over.

"Are you okay, ma'am—or, um, sir?" He stuttered in a deep, rich voice, an awkward smile on his face as he reached out a hand. "I didn't hit your face, did I?"

Instinctually, Ike raised his hand then—

"Ma'am?!"

Yes, Ike had a pussy. Yes, he was dressed in lingerie. And, yes, he was previously flailing around with a slime on his face.

But he wasn't a damsel in distress! No — he wasn't a damsel to begin with.

"It's sir, thank you." He stuck his nose in the air and made a point to get up by himself. On a normal day, it wouldn't be a big deal to him at all, but dying and being teleported into a magical world with slimes and knights had taken quite the mental toll.

Ike made a beeline past the knight, wiping his face with his hand, and walked headfirst until he realised he had no idea where he was going.

"Um, if you're trying to leave the forest, you need to go that way." The other man gestured in the opposite direction with his thumb, a faltering smile still trembling on his face. "...Sir." He added, hoping to save the awkwardness of the situation.

"R-Right... Thank you..." Ike huffed under his breath, turning to instead walk that way.

A set of hurried footsteps followed him, but he tried to ignore it. That was until the knight piped up. "I wasn't trying to offend you, honestly! Actually, if you're lost, I can take you to the village. Me and my mates run an inn; I can give you a discount on a room as an apology!"

"I don't have any money to offer you," Ike said curtly, subtly trying to quicken his pace. "And I know my way to the village, thank you very much." He lied, though unconvincingly.

"Are you sure? Because if you take a left back there, it takes you straight to the village, but you're following the path to the dragon's den." He paused, then shrugged his shoulders. "But I won't stop you if you want to get your ass handed to you by the dragon."

Ike turned back around and down the path to village, gritting his teeth together, but he didn't let it show. "Maybe I wanted to slay the dragon, I don't know."

Now, he was just arguing for the sake of being petty. So much so that even his own brain had begun to believe what he was saying. 'I could slay a dragon! I mean, I've never done it before, obviously, but it can't be that hard!'

"Oh yeah? In that outfit?"

Ike stopped in his tracks, a twig snapping right underneath his foot. His head twisted around, blood boiling. "Well, it wasn't my fault that I got hit by a truck and ended up in some weird forest with weird slimes that try to kill you, and now I'm wearing some weird lingerie with a weird knight following me!"

He didn't care that what he said broke the fantasy world logic. He didn't care that this knight would have no idea what he was talking about. All he cared about was getting home!

"Wait, so you mean to tell me that you died in one life, then woke up here?" The knight asked slowly, emphasising each syllable like he was talking to a child.

"Yes! Yes, I did!" Ike declared, exasperated. "I want to go home, or at least I just want to sleep and pretend this is all a dream and—God, I need some new clothes!"

"This is great!" The knight cried, clasping Ike's bare hands with his gloved ones. The brunet could've sworn he felt a blood vessel sticking out of his forehead, but the other man cut him off before he could yell at him. "Please, let me take you to the inn — I know a couple others who had the same thing happen to them!"

Rage built up in his body, bubbling over until— Ike let out a long sigh, sounding more like a groan. He really shouldn't yell at this guy... again. Maybe he can talk to these other people at the inn and figure out a way to get home. "Fine. Lead the way, then."

- -

The walk to the village wasn't terribly long, much to Ike's pleasure, but it was just enough time for him to get used to the feeling of walking while having different... 'anatomy', as he chose to put it in his head. Furthermore, surprisingly, none of his white clothes had been tainted by any dirt or debris of the forest, going against his initial prediction.

By the time they got to the village, Ike suddenly felt way more exposed than before, with many eyes staring at him, most definitely due to his revealing outfit. His footsteps quickened to duck behind the knight, not so subtly using him as a shield.

It then took what felt like hours to get to the inn. At every corner, a merchant, a friend, or a random stranger who needed help would stop the knight, attempting to pull him aside for a conversation. Luckily, he was quick to dismiss all of them, claiming he had important business to take care of.

By the time they got to the inn, Ike was ready to lie down and pass out, but that wasn't what he was here for. He needed to talk to these supposed people and figure out what he needed to do to get home.

The front door opened with a little jingling bell that signified their entrance, and three pairs of eyes focused on Ike.

"Hi, Vox!" The man who was the first to speak up carried a heavy load of what appeared to be alcohol, which he then deposited at the inn's built-in bar. With a crate no longer covering his body, Ike could get a better look at him. A triangular hair clip tied part of his golden hair into a side-tail, while the rest of it flowed freely, cut off just below his neck. The rest of his outfit looked similar to the knight's (Vox's, he supposed), but lacking armor.

The second man that Ike caught staring at him had long, slightly waved black and purple hair, with multicoloured streaks scattered throughout. He tilted his head, a potion bottle around his waist clinking as he moved his hand to wave. "Who's your friend?"

"He's— Uhh..." Vox leaned over, hushing his voice low. "What's your name?"

"Ike." He responded bluntly, recoiling away.

"His name is Ike!" He exclaimed proudly, thumping a fist on his armored chest. "He says he also came from another world but was brought here upon his death!"

The final man, who'd stood off to the side, behind the bar, finally spoke up, brushing his ashen hair out of his face to get a better look at Ike. "Let me guess, were you hit by a truck as well?"

An incredulous look made its way onto Ike's face, but the blond man's voice cut him off before he could say anything. "Nice to meet you, Ike!" One burly arm wrapped itself around Ike's shoulder, and two fingers on the other hand gestured at each man in the inn.

"Here, I'll introduce you. That's Vox—" He pointed at the knight who'd brought him here, though Ike had already figured out his name by now. "That's Shu—" He pointed to the man with multi-coloured hair. "That's Mysta—" He pointed to the man behind the bar, then pressed a thumb in his chest, finally stepping away to give Ike some personal space. "And I'm Luca!"

"Uh, right." Ike stumbled a bit as Luca pulled away, regaining his footing. "Nice to meet you all."

"Say, if he was also teleported here after dying, don't you think he could be the final part of the prophecy?" Shu placed a finger on his chin and pursed his lips a bit.

'Oh my God, this really is an isekai...' Ike thought, rolling his eyes. Though, he supposed he'd humour them. It's not like he was a part of it or anything; he almost died to a slime! "What do you mean by prophecy?"

Vox gave him a sheepish grin. "Ah, well, all four of us are part of a prophecy to slay the dragon north of this village. But the prophecy lists five people, and we're only missing a healer, and you fit the exact description we got, so maybe..."

Ike's eyebrow twitched. Never mind. "Why didn't you tell me I had to be part of some prophecy — I just want to go home!" He whined, shoulders sagging in disappointment while looking at Vox. He had to be joking, or the prophecy was wrong or something— anything!

"I thought you'd get scared and not want to come with me!" He shrugged, then raised a finger matter-of-factly. "And we didn't say you were part of the prophecy, just that you hypothetically could be!"

"I don't want to be a part of some prophecy! I— and you didn't tell me! Forget this!" He swiftly turned on his heel, about to walk out the door, but two strong hands gripped his shoulders.

"Ikeyyy!" Luca sang, acting as though he'd known the brunet for decades, and leant his head close to Ike's. "It's okay, I'll show you to your room. Then we can see if you're the cleric that the prophecy told us about!"

"But I—!"

"Don't worry, it'll take barely a second to check, then you're free to go if you're not the chosen one!" Mysta popped out from behind Luca's back, a similar smile adorning his face.

"And if I am the 'chosen one'?" His question remained unanswered.

A displeased groan leaving Ike's mouth, Luca led the reluctant him to his room, the rest of the group following not far behind. When it came to climbing the stairs, Ike swiftly ducked a hand to cover his backside, just in case he was accidentally flashing the group. 'Does it count as flashing if I'm only wearing underwear anyway...?'

Eventually, they all arrived at a distinct-looking door at the end of the hallway on the top floor. The white paint and slight blue accents stood out starkly against the dark oak of the rest of the hall, and, tentatively, Ike curled his fingers around the doorknob.

The click of a lock loosening and a gentle gust of wind was deafened by the sound of the rest of the group gasping. Ike spun his head around, expecting them to be scared, but only met sparkling eyes.

"It opened! So, you really are the final part of the prophecy, huh?" Mysta said as he leaned forward excitedly.

"We finally have a healer, I don't need to learn any more shield spells..." Shu mumbled gratefully, looking as though a tear of joy could fall from his eye at any second.

Ike turned towards the door, barely cracked open, then looked back. "I... don't get it? I just opened the door..."

Luca chimed in, "That door can only be opened by the cleric from the prophecy! It means that we can finally slay the dragon!" He grabbed Ike's shoulders in excitement, then quickly brought his hands to his sides when he noticed the other's apprehension. "Well, once you're ready, of course."

Ike turned to Vox, expecting him to say something, then realised that he had been staring at him the whole time. Vox quickly darted his eyes to the floor upon being caught, and Shu spoke up before Ike could dwell on it.

"You'll find everything you need in your room — spellbooks, clothes, weapons... Ah, well, probably not weapons if you're a healer... Anyway, you're probably tired, so we'll let you get some rest, and we'll see you in the morning, okay?" Just one of Shu's smiles was enough for Ike to feel somewhat at ease.

"Nooo, I wanna stay with Ikey..." Luca whined like a child as Mysta dragged him by the collar of his shirt.

"C'mon, big guy, you'll see him in the morning." Mysta rolled his eyes, then gave Vox a look. "You coming, Vox?"

"Yeah, just a minute," He responded distantly, pointedly staring at a wall and not Ike.

Silence and tension hung thick in the air until Vox cleared his throat. Just as he was about to speak, Ike cut him off with his own words. "What do you want?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, never mind then!" Vox said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was about to apologise to you for earlier, but apparently you don't care."

"No, I don't care actually!" Ike's tongue jutted out tauntingly. Incredibly petty, yes, but he'd much rather be petty than have an honest moment with this guy! "...Just go away!"

He didn't even bother to look at Vox's face, choosing to step into his room and not so subtly slam the door to vent out his frustrations. Just when Ike started to adjust to this life, that knight just had to annoy him in some way. 'Apologise.' Yeah, right!

Ike huffed, scanning the room until his eyes met the closet. Right, Shu said he'd have more clothes; perhaps he could finally change out of this stupid lingerie set!

He swung the closet doors open, excited to get even the tiniest bit more coverage, and—

His smile quickly dropped from his face. In disbelief, he flitted through each hanger, desperately hoping his eyes were just deceiving him.

But no. Every outfit showed extreme amounts of skin. One looked like a normal, one-piece swimsuit, but the back was carved out and cut too low for even a hint of modesty. Another set had a frilly crop top that even featured a heart-shaped boob window. One of the worst mistakes he made, though, was noticing a box on the closet shelf, opening it with the hopes that it would be something — anything — with a bit more coverage.

He cracked the lid open, surprised not to see any fabric but instead a selection of what looked like plastic stickers. Picking one up in his hands, he inspected it for a moment before realising what they were and swiftly shut the box.

Pasties. As if this couldn't get any worse.

Why the hell did everyone else get normal clothes, but he got all this?!

Rubbing his eyes, he moved over to the desk, a stack of books sitting atop of it. He picked the first one off the top, an old leather book with gold bindings, and cracked it open. A tattered scroll fell from the pages, and Ike clutched it in his fingers before it hit the ground. He brought the parchment up to his face, adjusting his glasses and squinting his eyes to read the faded, scrawly text.

Every century, a new danger shall approach the land.
One that the world's inhabitants cannot face alone.
Five creatures from far away dimensions will stand.
Against the horror and the unknown.

This scroll shall appear.
And with little fabric obstruction he bore.
As the cleric should draw near.
He shall extract power from his core.

Ike crumpled the paper in his hands. The absolute second-hand embarrassment from the writing wasn't enough to dull out his rage and confusion. Seriously?! This had to be an elaborate joke!

No way was this prophecy telling him that he had to be borderline naked so he could 'cast magic from his core. Someone had to be messing with him, this is absurd!

He tossed the now balled-up scroll over his shoulder and went back to the first book he picked up. No title was etched onto the front, but upon opening, it became clear that it was a spellbook.

"Healing spells... Sleeping spells... Attack buffing spells... huh." Ike muttered, flipping through the pages before going back to page 1. "Don't suppose there'd be a 'dimension travelling spell' in here..." Oh, well. He should at least learn a basic healing spell if he were to be a cleric.

All he had to do was draw a rune in the air with his finger, simple enough, while 'channelling his core', whatever that means. To test, he promptly punched the wall, not with all his might, but enough to get the bubbling anger out, then drew a rune with his uninjured hand. He closed his eyes, focused and—

The pain quickly dissipated from his knuckles like sand through his fingers. He brought his hand up to the light and, to his amazement, not the slightest reddening appeared on his skin. It was as if it never even happened, the only evidence remaining being the slight bend in the wallpaper.

Somewhat proud of himself, he tossed the book back on the desk and walked to the bed. A floor-length mirror sat next to his desk, and as he strolled past it, he stopped in shock.

...Was that really him?

Perhaps he just wasn't used to seeing himself in such an outfit, but he couldn't deny something else about him was different. Then, ever so gently, he cupped his chest with his fingers.

And his face contorted into a grimace. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed.

In his defense, it hadn't grown to be very big, just enough to fill out the front of the bra, but this was still...!

Parting his lips, he blew out a long breath. It's absurd. He's repeated that word in his mind countless times today. But he can complain as much as he wants, it doesn't change the situation.

He groaned and flopped face-first onto the bed. Maybe he'll go to bed and wake up and be in his regular body, not prophesied to save the world, not a cleric who wears skimpy garments but just regular old Ike Eveland.

- -

Well, that certainly would've been nice.

But when Ike cracked open his eyes and they met an unfamiliar ceiling, he immediately wanted to shut them again. He rolled onto his front, burying his face into his pillow and whining loudly.

"Ikeyyy~!" Luca's voice called from outside, knocking on the door.

Ike grunted in acknowledgement.

"Are you in there? Vox made breakfast, c'mon!" He hit the door a couple more times.

"Gimme a minute!" Ike yelled, sitting up properly. He forced himself to slink off of the bed and to the closet.

Reviewing his options, he grumbled under his breath as he decided on the frilly white crop top with a boob window and a matching miniskirt, as well as the flats he wore yesterday. Minus the window, it was probably the most modest thing in his closet, so that's what he chose before exiting the room to meet a very ecstatic Luca.

"Ooh, new outfit! It's cute!" Luca gasped when he walked out the door. "But what about the thigh highs? You should wear those again!"

Ike mumbled, too tired to humour him right now. "Yeah, maybe..."

"Ooh, actually, do you have any white fishnets in your closet? Those would be cute!" Luca rattled on as the two stepped down the stairs, Ike clutching his arms over his chest so the window wasn't too obvious.

"Not sure..." Ike rubbed his eyes with his hands, not even realising that they'd made it downstairs until he'd blinked back to reality.

"Good morning, Ike." Shu waved at him, and he had half the mind to raise his hand a bit in return.

Mysta scarfed a spoonful of eggs into his mouth before wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "Morning!"

Vox barely gave him a glance, sitting next to Mysta and turning to him in an idle chatter, too quiet to reach Ike's ears. So, he sat next to Shu on a separate table, with Luca following.

Shu took a bite from his breakfast, then turned to Ike with a smile. "Hey, have you learnt any healing spells yet?"

"Yeah... And, according to some scroll in my room, I need to be scantily clad to draw the magic from my 'core'. No clue what it means, though." Ike shrugged, and Shu pressed a finger to his chin for a moment.

"Hmm, I was wondering why you were dressed like that." Ike's cheeks warmed, humiliated, and he darted his eyes back to his food. "I suppose there isn't much of a way to get around it... unless..."

Shu unclipped his cloak from his neck and wrapped it around Ike's shoulders, clasping it in place. "It's not much, but it'll keep you from getting cold."

Ike paused for a moment, then looked up with a smile, which Shu gladly returned. Finally, it felt nice to talk to someone fairly normal—

"Ikeyyy, you know healing spells now??" Luca exclaimed, getting the attention of the others in the room.

Before Ike could respond, Mysta chimed in. "Ooh, I wanna see!"

"Just be careful, okay? The first time Shu tried casting a spell, he blasted a hole through the wall!" Luca said, a taunting smile on his face.

"You didn't have to tell him that!" Shu said, face red.

"Um..." Ike cut through the argument. "I just need something to heal, then I can show you."

"How about that plant on the windowsill that you killed, Mysta?" Vox turned to the man next to him, emphasising his name in an accusatory manner.

"You're acting like I tried to kill it! I just didn't water it for, like, a couple days, and it overreacted!" Mysta argued back.

"A couple days?" Shu snorted, concealing a laugh with his hand. "I don't think I ever saw you water it."

"Hey!" Mysta yelled when he heard Shu, then made eye contact with Ike. "Ike! If you heal my plant, I'll water it every hour! Promise!"

"Then you'll overwater it..." Ike said, walking to the windowsill where a shrivelled plant sat.

"Huh, how high maintenance." Mysta shrugged and put his hands behind his head as he watched Ike walk over.

He slipped Shu's cloak off of his shoulders and raised his hand, drawing the rune as best he could from memory. Though it certainly wasn't perfect, it got the job done. The dark, decaying brown faded into a lively green, and the wilted petals bloomed back into shape, all in the matter of a few seconds.

Ike hadn't noticed how the rest of the group had gathered around until a firm grip clutched his arms excitedly. "You did it, Ikey!" Luca exclaimed.

"Are you going to join us then? With defeating the dragon and all that?" Shu asked, tilting his head to the side.

Ike glanced around, and everyone had the same hopeful glint in their eyes. Mysta even interlocked his fingers together and pleaded, "Pleaseee!" elongating the end of the word for emphasis.

Sighing, Ike turned to the revitalised flower, then back at the group. "Okay, fine... But only because it's the best lead I have on how to get home!"

The thick tension in the room finally lifted when everyone's faces brightened, cheering filling the inn. Luca's arms tightened around his shoulders and swung him back and forth in excitement, Shu and Mysta high-fived each other, and even Vox gave a small nod in approval.

Somehow, Ike was already exhilarated.

- -

"Ooh, how about this one?"

"Lucaaa..." Ike groaned, gently pushing the other's hand away. "That's way too revealing."

In the crowded street, the group left the pair to their own devices as they perused different merchants' stands. Eventually, Luca started to sift through different racks of clothing, only to find some of the most suggestive outfits and show them to Ike proudly, the latter being less than enthusiastic.

"But you said you wanted revealing outfits!" Luca argued, hesitantly putting the miniskirt back on the clothes rack.

"I didn't say I wanted any, I said that's what I needed because of the conditions of my powers. But I already have enough at home!" Ike explained, trying to get Luca to stop pouting as he pulled Shu's cloak further over his body. "I want something comfy and at least a little modest that I can wear whenever I don't need to use magic. Like pyjamas or something."

"But this one's cute!" Luca grabbed another outfit, a bikini that was priced too high for the amount of fabric actually on the rack. Just two small triangles on a piece of string for the bra and a thong.

"Put that back, Luca!" Ike yelped, his cheeks growing bright red at even the thought of it.

"I can pay for it! And I'll buy you other clothes, anything you want, just say the word!" Luca begged, drawing the attention of a couple of nearby people just by how loud his voice was.

Ike looked at the merchant, not-so-subtly side-eyeing the two, then back at Luca, who was performing his best attempt at puppy eyes, and sighed. "Fine... Can we go look at something with more coverage now?"

Luca nodded enthusiastically and ran towards the merchant to pay.

- -

Luca was, as Ike found out, someone very difficult to say no to.

"Are you done? Are you done?" He repeated, like an impatient child.

Ike stood in the centre of his bathroom, only having just undressed himself, and was too busy staring at himself in the mirror to realise how long it had been.

He'd never been able to get a proper look at himself and his new anatomy, but seeing it paired with his face felt strange. Two of his fingers dipped downwards, spreading his soft, chubby lips to reveal his pink clit, then he—

"Ikeyyy, are you dooone?"

"Ah! J-Just a little bit longer!" He snatched his hands away, then glanced at the bikini on the floor.

Luca had gotten carried away at the market, buying countless clothes that revealed way too much skin, but this bikini had to have been the worst offender. Nothing more than glorified string.

He'd already begged Ike to model all of the outfits he bought, going up the scale of how revealing the clothes were until they reached the final one. Ike had long since given up trying to get out of this, now he supposed there was no harm in just showing him a glance.

After a moment of fumbling with the bikini, desperately trying to align the triangles to sit over his pebbling nipples, he looked back into the mirror, and a whine pushed up his throat.

The top part barely covered him in the slightest, one wrong move and the tiniest hint of pink would slip out. And the thong certainly didn't help, disappearing between his lips, leaving them to wedge around the string of fabric that barely even concealed his clit. The only coverage it truly provided was a little bit of extra fabric at the front.

Ike pushed his thighs together to try and hide himself, then opened the door tentatively. All he got was a millisecond of tranquility before Luca launched himself at him, embracing Ike in a bone-crushing hug.

"Ikeyyy! You're done, lemme have a look!" Luca quickly pulled away, though his hands lingered on Ike's shoulders, and stared intensely at the brunet's body before an even bigger smile appeared on his face. "It's sooo cute!" He tugged him into another tight hug excitedly.

"It's tiny..." Ike grumbled into Luca's collarbone, fidgeting to get out of the grasp on his shoulders.

"Maybe just a lil' bit. The top part doesn't cover much," Luca said casually, not hiding where his eyes were looking in the slightest.

Ike's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly reached up to adjust it, but a gentle hand guided his arm away. The blond's expression was unreadable, mouth in a soft 'o' shape, then he turned away to hide the pink rising on his cheeks, as well as a smile. "I'll get you something else to change into."

Ike sidestepped to his bed to sit down while Luca rummaged through his closet. He prayed that he would pick one of the many casual outfits that he'd bought, but when Luca walked over with a familiar box, he knew that that fantasy was too good to be true.

"Can you put these on instead?" Luca asked, eyes shining.

"D-Do you even know what's in there? Wouldn't you rather pick one of the less revealing outfits that you bought instead?" Ike raised his hands expressively as he spoke.

"Well, maybe, but then I saw these, and I thought that you'd look way cuter in them than any of the outfits we bought! Can you try them on, pretty please?"

Ike sighed, plucked the box from Luca's hands and turned on his heel to the bathroom, but a strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Actually, you can... get changed here if you want."

Over the course of the entire conversation, Luca had become increasingly flustered, losing that confidence that made Ike agree to wear these clothes in the first place. Ike couldn't help but find it endearing how, when it came down to it, his voice trailed off more and his face was red enough to rival a tomato.

Maybe it was pity that led Ike to sighing and stripping himself of his bikini top.

He tried to ignore Luca's watchful eyes that stared at the way his chest bounced slightly — barely — when he took off his top, then pried open the box with his hands. The little heart-shaped pasties taunted him, no smaller than the bikini top, and he sighed as he placed the box on the dresser. After peeling the backing off, he used two of his fingers to press it right against his nipple, not wanting it to fall off.

Just as he reached for the second one, Luca inhaled before speaking. "Um, could I do it...?"

Ike bit his lip, his face feeling as though it were overheating. No words would escape his mouth if he tried to, so, with a little bit more force than he meant to, he planted the second sticker into Luca's hand. Unintentionally sticking his chest out, Ike squeezed his eyes shut and awaited the touch.

Perhaps shutting his eyes wasn't the greatest idea, because it led to Ike being unaware of when Luca would touch him. When the plastic of the pastie came into contact with him, Ike immediately felt how much rougher his hands were, pressing down with his thumbs and rubbing in circles. As though he were unsure how sticky the pastie truly was, Luca must have been suctioning the plastic against his skin for at least a full minute, eliciting soft whines from Ike's mouth, until he finally pulled away.

Once Ike cracked open his eyes, he made direct eye contact with the tent in Luca's trousers and quickly spun his head to the side.

Silence hung in the air for what felt like hours, breaking when Luca finally spoke up. "Um, is it— it's— it doesn't hurt, does it?"

Ike shook his head, part of his fringe fluttering in front of his eye.

"Do you think that maybe—" Luca plucked another sticker from the box, a slight smile on his face that Ike couldn't tell if it was from awkwardness or excitement. The jittering of his hands, furthermore, did little to discern his emotions. "I could put one more on your..."

His eyes gestured pointedly downwards, and, if Ike's face could get any redder, it absolutely would. But two fingertips were already on the waistband of his panties, so, wordlessly, he guided Luca's fingers closer, further down, until they brushed against his heat. A whine escaping his mouth, Ike's eyes fluttered shut.

Sharply inhaling through his teeth, Luca tilted his fingers up. "Ike."

The call of his name made Ike pry one eye open, the tiniest amount of acknowledgement he could give. Luca's other hand raised to cup Ike's cheek, the unused pastie falling to the hardwood floor simultaneously. Even the slightest nudge of Luca's body had his fingers pushing so close to his pussy and—

"Can I touch you here? Please?"

"...You already are..." Ike whispered, so quietly it almost didn't reach Luca's ears.

"You know what I mean. I want to put my fingers—" And, for the briefest moment, one finger dove into the wet heat of Ike's pussy and then, just as quickly, pulled back. "—In there."

Ike's lips parted, then closed as he bit down onto the soft flesh. Then, shakily, he nodded his head once to give Luca the confirmation.

"I want you to say it, Ike."

The call of his name in that voice, low and husky, had Ike shuddering. The fingers curled barely a single degree upwards.

"Ah..."

"Tell me you want it." Just that sentence shot tingles down his spine, sensations all over like Ike could cum from just that.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"I-I want—" Ike tried to grind down onto the fingers, to finally get sweet relief, but Luca's firm grip on his hip stopped him.

"Be good, Ike. Tell me."

"Your fingers in m-my..." His hips twitched down, but Luca's hands remained secured to his side.

"Say it."

The words were stuck at the back of his throat, foreign to his tongue, but he refused to swallow them down. "In my p-pussy."

In an instant, one thick finger shoved itself inside Ike's hole, a humiliating squelch accompanying it. It felt so strange, so foreign, yet so, so—

"So good!" He clenched around the intrusion, thighs trapping the hand around it.

"You're tight..." Luca grumbled, pumping his finger out, then in again rhythmically. "How long would it take to loosen you, hm?"

"D-Don't say such embarrassing things~!" Ike cried, drawling his words when Luca directly hit a particularly sensitive area.

"I'm serious!" He punctuated that sentence by jamming a second finger into his hole and spreading the two digits wide. "I need to be sure that I can even fit inside."

Ike never considered he'd be a tough person to crack, believing he had at least somewhat of a resilience to flirting, at least with all the romantic visual novel experience he had under his belt. But just the thought of Luca sticking his cock inside him had his mind fogging up already.

He tilted his head down, staring at the bulge straining against Luca's tight trousers, and he had to steel himself before drool slipped down his chin. But it was huge, and Ike knew it just had to fill him up sooner rather than later.

Luca's fingers jutted in opposing directions once again, this time enough for Ike to scream from the mix of pleasure and pain. The stretch was too much but too good.

"B-Bed..." He rasped, one hand clawing at Luca's firm shoulders.

In an awkward maneuver, Luca walked backwards, stumbling with the weight imbalance of having another man on his fingers. Then, having finally reached the bed, he pushed Ike against the soft covers and jabbed his fingers faster than before.

Ike didn't even realise when Luca had shoved a third finger inside until the stretch burnt so bright like a lit flame. So warm, so amazing, so special.

And then it all stopped. Emptiness as Luca pulled out. He could feel his hole clenching and unclenching like it was searching for an intrusion. A long whine escaped Ike's mouth, and then—

Shuffling of clothes, something being flung to the side, the sound of a belt hitting the floor and a warm tip about to breach inside his searing hot pussy.

"Lucaa— Aah!" In one thrust, Luca stuffed his cock into Ike's pussy, filling it to the brim.

"Fuck, you're still tight... Squeezing me so much..."

Ike hadn't even realised how much his pussy walls were fluttering until Luca brought it up, and his cheeks doubled in redness. The larger man's head bowed, and he pressed his lips up against Ike's ear. "Can I move, baby?"

He asked as though he hadn't just thrusted inside in one fell swoop. However, the pet name had Ike's legs trembling, begging to squeeze together, so he didn't care. He steadied them, then exhaled. "Please..."

He dragged his cock out slowly, then snapped his hips forward, and Ike's head shot back as he panted and gasped to catch a breath.

"Just one thrust and you're already gasping like a whore..." Luca mumbled, already pulling his hips back again for an identically sharp plunge. "God, it's like you were made for my cock."

Ike's eyes squeezed shut at the words barely reaching his ears through his muffled hearing. It had only been seconds but felt like hours with Luca's cock stretching him out and with an urge that there was a spot that just needed to be hit—

"Ahn~!" Ike moaned, mouth agape. There it was. All it took was one extra shove from Luca to leave Ike shaking. His mind was on fire, his body trembling, part of him desperate to feel that again, but the other part unsure if it could handle another thrust of that caliber.

His mind leaned towards the former.

"A-Again!" Ike cried, begging the stunned Luca on top of him.

He pulled his head away to make eye contact with Ike. "Are you sure? You made a loud sound when I—"

"Please, I want it~!" Ike whined, not conscious of his volume levels in the slightest.

"It's just that... If I start now, I... may not be able to stop..." Luca confessed sheepishly, averting his eyes. "I've always gone a bit overboard."

God, Ike could've come simply from those words. Another moan almost escaped his lips, but instead he reached one hand to curl around Luca's neck, pull him in and whisper into his ear.

"P-Please, I want it all..."

Luca's eyes flared, and, like a switch was flipped, showed no mercy. His hips smacked into Ike's thighs with reckless abandon, pumping himself back and forth repeatedly. Two of his hands gripped onto Ike's waist, strongly enough to leave likely bruises.

Even if Luca tried to pull out any further than a couple centimeters, Ike's glistening pussy would suck him back inside desperately as if it had a mind of its own.

"L-Luca..." The call of his name caught the blond's attention, but he didn't dare think of stopping. "Right th— Ahn~!"

His cock's head slammed right up against Ike's g-spot before he could finish speaking, interrupting himself with a loud cry. But the onslaught of shoves only continued, wet slapping sounds accompanying each one.

That sensation — Ike had never felt it before. All of these feelings that he was experiencing were completely new with his altered anatomy. If he currently had enough structure in his usually literate mind, he'd realise his moans and cries sounded exactly like a hentai girl's. The way he screamed and begged and drooled was nothing short of whorish.

It's almost laughable; being more of a shut-in in his previous life meant he was no stranger to this sort of degenerate pornish stuff. Perhaps, in some way or another, this was Ike's perfect world.

Not like he had enough awareness to recognise it at that moment; a couple more thrusts were all he needed to practically turn his mind into mush.

His puffy lips stretched obscenely around Luca's cock, framing it as a tight, glistening ring around the intrusion. At the top, his clit poked out, which caught Luca's eye. He took his already slick fingers and pressed them right against Ike's clit, eliciting what could only be described as a mewl from the latter.

Luca's pounds got impossibly fast, strangled moans releasing from Ike's mouth with each slap of skin against skin. When Ike thought Luca couldn't go any faster, he did. When Ike thought he couldn't feel any more pleasure than he did, Luca bent his legs to be resting on the blond's shoulders in a mating press, driving his cock deeper inside. And when Ike thought things couldn't get more crazy, through his distant hearing, he heard part of the wooden bedframe snap.

"W-Wait! Luc— AH!" Ike could barely get a word out, and Luca did not seem to care in the slightest about how their posture had shifted with the skewed bedframe. The thought of telling Luca was completely lost once his head flooded with bliss, and moan after moan escaped his mouth again.

A warm tongue flattened against Ike's neck before Luca's lips curved around the wet spot and sucked and bit and licked until a red welt was left in its place. And then another one to the side of it, and another, and another—

"Lucaaa," Ike drawled, vowels stuttering from the impact of each pound. Just his name was all he could force out, not able to warn Luca about the tightening in his abdomen. "I'm—!"

He cut himself off with a loud cry, his torso curling in on itself as his entire body felt like static ran through him. Everything went numb, except for the continuous thrusting inside his pussy, which didn't stop, even after his orgasm.

Just as the pain of oversensitivity rose enough to become perceptible, Luca's hips rolled, and his cock spurted out a couple ropes of hot cum inside Ike's pussy, filling any space left unoccupied by Luca's dick.

Lost in bliss, Ike was completely filled. And his eyes fluttered shut just as Luca finished catching his breath and pulled his cock out, only to shove it back in again. Unfortunately, Ike had already lost consciousness, missing out on the rest of the orgasms he was to have and the rest of the times he'd be filled. If he were still awake, he would've lost count of the amount anyway.

Ah, well, Luca did say he usually went overboard.

- -

"Ugh..."

Ike had only just woken up and was already prepared to go back to sleep and ignore the cramping of his muscles. As scattered memories flowed through his mind, the reason for his hips and abdomen hurting was obvious. But he had no clue why his back was hurting, like he'd slept on it wrong.

"Ikey..." The aforementioned reason for his aching hips spoke up, voice barely above the volume of an ashamed mumble. "The bed broke..."

He finally sat up and looked at the bedframe, split in a way that contorted the mattress to dip, which most definitely seemed uncomfortable to sleep on.

With a sigh, he looked over at Luca, the most pitiful, guilty look on his face. Ike rubbed his nose bridge, then picked up his glasses from the bedside table, which he assumed Luca had folded up neatly.

"It's fine. Let's just go get breakfast and we'll fix it later."

Luca's face lit up, and he excitedly grabbed Ike's hand and rushed him downstairs. Not before Ike stopped him so he could shower and get changed into something more modest than the pasties that were falling off of his nipples, of course.

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For the first time in a couple days, Ike finally wore something that didn't show absurd amounts of skin. A comfy hand knit sweater and trousers that were long enough to drape against the floor. Perhaps getting a little dusty in the process, and he did still have to wear skimpy lingerie underneath to act as underwear, small enough to disappear between his pussy lips, but Ike wasn't going to let that get him down!

His outfit was possibly the only positive thing to happen that morning though. He finished his shower, then walked downstairs, hips aching with each step. He then turned the corner into the lounge area, where all three of the men in the room avoided eye contact with him.

Shu stared at a spellbook, studying it like it were the bible. Mysta took a glass of water to his lips and pretended to watch something intently out the window. Vox placed a platter of scrambled eggs next to Ike before scurrying back to the kitchen and beginning Luca's breakfast.

'It's fine.' Ike thought to himself, chewing. 'It's fine! Totally! They're not ignoring me on purpose because they heard me and Luca or anything. This is fi—'

"So, uh... How's the bed...?" Hesitantly, Mysta spoke up, breaking the silence and Ike out of his thoughts.

Ike choked a little, cradling his head in his arms with a following groan. His hands cupped over his ears to block out the sound of Vox and Mysta's snickers.

"I-I mean, it's fine if it's broken!" Mysta moved over to the table, trying to dispel the teasing lilt in his voice upon Ike's reaction. "I'm sure Shu knows, like, a magical bed fixing spell, right?" The pair lifted their heads at Shu expectantly.

Shu cradled the coffee in his hands before he spoke. "Well, no. I think we can just get a handyman to fix it. But, for the time being..." He glanced at Ike, then pursed his lips in thought as his eyes turned back to his book. "You can share a bed with me, Ike."

"E-Eh..?" Ike's face grew beet red at Shu's forwardness. "Why?! Can't I share a bed with Luca instead?"

"We can't have you breaking any more beds." Shu crossed his arms, uncharacteristically serious. Ike had thought Shu to be very chill and easy-going when they first met a couple days ago, but, he supposed that Shu could get serious when it mattered.

"Ooh, good idea! Shu is super abstinent!" Mysta cheered.

"Hey! No, I'm not!" Shu argued, finally shutting the spellbook and glaring at Mysta.

"Actually, I don't think he's celibate..." Vox turned the stove off and finished a plate of breakfast for Luca, which he left on the side. "Didn't you and Luca go on that quest a couple months ago, and you came back limping and covered in bite marks—"

"I-I told you it was from a werewolf!" Shu's face turned a bright pink.

"Goooood morning, everyone!" Luca's cheerful voice cut through the tension, said man having just finished his shower. Vox laughed and went to go give Luca his breakfast, Shu cupped his neck and quelled the blush on his face, while Mysta smirked, clearly ready to tease Luca as he did to Ike.

"Hey, Luca, so about the bed..."

- -

"Here." Shu took a long, cylindrical pillow that spanned almost the entire length of the mattress and placed it in the centre. "So we won't end up crossing over onto each other's side."

Ike yawned, dropping a couple belongings from his room on the floor. A few outfits, a spellbook and a fiction book he'd bought in town that day (using Luca's money, of course). He'd been curious to find out what this world's view of fantasy was and how it differed from his previous life, so he decided to spend some time reading before he went to bed.

"Okay." Ike pressed his lips together, settling under the duvet cover on his designated side. The bed wasn't quite spacious, definitely only made for one person, but he appreciated Shu's generosity. "Do you mind if I read for a bit?"

Shu smiled and nodded his head gently. "That's fine, just don't stay up too late."

For a while, that's all it was. The pair's steady breathing combined with the occasional flip of a page, the room stayed serene for ages.

That was, until, Shu reluctantly broke the silence. "Ike, do you..." Ike looked over and shut his book while Shu thought about what he wanted to say. "Do you remember anything from your past life?"

Ike bit his lip. "There's a couple things. I remember who I am, or was, I suppose. I sort of remember the things I liked doing and stuff like that. I remember what the world was like, what my daily life was like but... that's about it. I don't remember much about the people I knew especially."

"You too, then?" Shu sunk his head into the pillow, expression unreadable. "I want to miss my past life, but when I can't even remember my own parents, it becomes hard."

Ike paused for a moment, all the words he wanted to say lost on his tongue. Instead, he cupped his hand behind Shu's ear, nestling it in his hair comfortingly. Shu flinched for a second, then smiled in pleasure, looking almost as though he'd start preening.

"I guess it's okay now, I've lived in this world for a while. And I have friends and I can use magic, that's at least less boring than anything I can recall from my previous life."

Ike nodded, twirling a lock of Shu's hair around his fingers as they continued talking. No set topic in particular, but the two eventually realised how much in common they had, and hours were lost just chatting. The pillow that was meant to maintain their personal space had been cast to the floor, limbs intertwining, hands in eachother's hair, way closer than either of them could imagine.

"Oh, I actually had something else to ask you!" Shu shuffled closer. "It's a little personal, though. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"Hit me with it."

"Okay, um, when you were transported here, did any of your... physical aspects change?"

"Ah..." Ike thought about specifying, but he decided to keep it vague for now. "Yeah, it did..."

"What changed?" Shu's leg twitched between Ike's thighs, and everything suddenly felt warmer than before.

"I..." Ike hesitated, then took a deep breath. "My... lower regions changed. I used to have male anatomy but now..."

"Ah, I thought so. The same thing happened to me and I... When I first saw you, I noticed that, um, the outfit you were wearing, it didn't seem easy to wear unless you had... female anatomy." Shu stumbled through his words, then let out a breath he'd been holding when he was finally done.

"Wait, the same thing happened to you?!"

"Yeah, I'm not entirely sure why, but... I used to have male anatomy too, but when I was teleported here, that changed, among other things."

"What else changed?" Ike asked, staring at Shu's face that only became redder.

"I..." His hands left Ike's hair, much to the cleric's dismay, and went to the buttons of his shirt. "I usually wear cloaks or many layers of clothes so it's not very noticeable but... I can show you."

With Shu's hands cupping his own chest, Ike knew what he was implying. "Shu, what about the bed?" He groaned, pushing his excitement deep down into the depths of his body.

"I'll be gentle, I'm not like Luca, I swear!" Shu whispered-shouted, face flushed at Ike so easily catching on to what he implied. "You don't have to, but I... want to try it."

With a nod from Ike, Shu unbuttoned his thick shirt and unveiled his previously hidden silhouette. His chest bounced a bit once Shu freed it from the fabric, instantly drawing Ike's eyes to them.

They were big. Not crazy, inhumanely big, but definitely bigger than Ike's chest, and definitely not what you'd expect to see on a male torso. He'd gotten a good glimpse at Luca's chest last night, and those were huge, but these were something you'd see on a female—

"Ike..."

Ike wasn't too familiar with cup sizes or anything of the sort, but, based on what he'd heard, he would assume his own chest was maybe an A-cup, small but pronounced, and Shu's were probably a B, maybe a C—

"Don't stare...!"

He couldn't ignore Shu's nipples either, hard and perky from being exposed to the cold air of the room. Ike swallowed the saliva that built up in his mouth, thinking about putting his lips around them and—

"Are you even listening?!"

"Eh?!" Ike snapped out of his trance when Shu covered his chest with his arms. "Oh, uh, I zoned out..." He admitted bashfully.

"As you can see, I gained larger assets upon my transportation here..." Shu's arms pushed further up against his torso, soft flesh pudging over the top. "My thighs and... backside are also bigger. The prophecy I recieved said the extra fat on my body would help with storing mana, but it feels more like an excuse to humiliate me, if anything."

"I never noticed, you must hide it well."

"I usually wear thick shirts and layer it with a jacket or something so it isn't super noticeable. I end up looking more fashionable when I do that anyway." That elicited a polite laugh from Ike. "And in the summer, I'll wrap bandages around it so it looks flatter. On days where I'm not adventuring, I'll use some excess mana to change my body type instead."

As he rambled, Ike tried to listen intently, but couldn't help how he stared at the way Shu's chest shifted with his movement, arms slowly, unconsciously, unveiling his body again.

"A-Anyway, did you want to— Ah!" Not another word could leave Shu's mouth once Ike's thumb brushed against his nipple.

"I want to p-pleasure you." Ike bit his lip, internally cringing as he tried to navigate this. He attempted to recall what Luca did with his fingers, slipping his hand inside Shu's trousers and rubbing one digit around his already wet hole.

"Ike... Let me..." Shu unbuckled his belt and tugged his bottoms down to reveal his hot pussy. Shu tossed the fabric to the floor to join the rest of his clothes, leaving him completely naked. Ike's mouth watered and he had to swallow back the saliva in his mouth before curling his middle finger into Shu's tight pussy.

Shu's knee nudged up in between Ike's legs, rubbing against his pussy, eager to share some of the ecstacy that the brunet provided him. Ike ground his hips down while his lips wrapped around one of Shu's nipples. An embarrassing squelch from Ike's pussy followed, so quiet that he was sure only he had heard it, but it gave Ike a humiliatingly clear sign about how easily aroused he was.

Ike sucked and sucked on Shu's nipple as if drinking milk from it, sometimes pausing and latching back onto it again, with the occasional nip or lick. Shu trembled using one hand to hold Ike's head in place while the other got to work.

A soft grunt escaped Shu's mouth as he pulled Ike's trousers down and away, with some assistance from Ike, revealing skimpy lingerie so thin that the fabric of the panties clearly outlined Ike's clit, and Ike finally parted from Shu's reddened nipple. Shu staring directly at his crotch tempted Ike to close his legs in humiliation, but two fingers against his clit prevented him.

Ike curved his finger up to go deeper into Shu's pussy, while Shu's fingers dove to caress Ike's hole. "You're still loose, I could put two fingers in right away." Shu whispered, leaving Ike to huff, embarrassed. To distract himself, he started pumping the digit in and out of Shu's hole, shutting the black-haired man up almost instantly.

A hand curled around Ike's backside without him noticing, its fingers quickly tugging the waistband of his panties up and digging the paper thin fabric into Ike's clit.

"Shu... Don't— ngh, tease..."

"Then keep touching me— Ah!" Ike tilted his thumb up to brush against Shu's clit, and he let go of the panties in surprise. "Mh, right there..."

Ike slipped another finger into Shu and, for a while, every sound in the room was soft squelching and occasional moans and grunts shared between the pair. Shu pushed the tiny string of the lingerie out of the way, barely having to move it at all, but before he could even try anything more—

"Ike— Ike, gonna—" Shu whimpered, rolling his hips into Ike's touch and squealing when Ike's thumb pushed deep into his clit. His eyes fluttered shut and he parted his mouth with a moan almost escaping past his lips. Ike quickly dove in for a kiss to silence the inevitable sound Shu would make as he came.

Both of their movements steadied to a halt and, after a brief period of embrace, Ike parted his fingers from the warmth of Shu's pussy, a little whine of sensitivity not going unnoticed. "Ike, wait."

"I'm not going anywhere," Ike reassured, getting comfortable in Shu's hold.

"You didn't... cum..." Shu mumbled the last part as though he'd be shunned by the entire village for uttering such words.

"Well..." The brunet pondered on what to say, but his train of thought was derailed when Shu moved down and lifted his leg up a little.

"Stay still, I'm going to..." Shu swallowed, face red. "Help you."

Before Ike could even ask what Shu meant, he craned his neck down and pushed his tongue against the slit of Ike's pussy. The appendage parted his pudgy lips and licked a circle into Ike's twitching clit.

"Mh, Shu..." Ike's hand shot down to bury itself into Shu's hair, silently urging him to continue. Shu tugged Ike's underwear away, and Ike used the oppurtunity to pull his sweater over his head, leaving him just as bare as Shu.

Wetness nudged against his hole, the only warning he got before it fully buried itself inside. Shu's mouth opened wider to fit as much of his tongue as possible, inadvertently brushing his lips against Ike's clit.

Ike could feel the slick spilling from his pussy, a large amount falling into Shu's mouth while the rest trickled down against his ass and onto the sheets below.

Shu detached himself from Ike's pussy for a moment, licking his lips and admiring the twitching, messy sight he created. Then, he arched his back and dove back in, slurping with heightened intensity.

"Shu-! Shu, this is— Nh~!" Ike babbled, unsure of the words he was spewing, let alone the intention behind them. "Too much— Hah~!" His hips jerked upwards, reaching his peak in no time at all. The slurping sounds came to a halt, replaced with a muffled whimper when Ike's cunt shoved itself into Shu's face.

Finally, Ike flopped back down onto the bed, panting and barely registering Shu's movements, nor what he was saying. His vision loosely followed the other man's movements, watching as he slipped from the bed, rummaged through his closet, then returned with a large, double-sided dildo.

That got Ike's attention very fast.

"I bought this a while ago but I never had anyone to try it with properly... I was wondering if you wanted to...?" Shu looked at Ike expectantly, then gasped upon a thought. "And I promise I've washed it every time I've used it!"

Ike stared at him, eyes lidded and breathing shaky. "You want to...?"

The plastic, rubbery tip breached his entrance, barely a millimeter inside, and Ike gasped in surprise and arousal. "Can we? Please?"

He nodded, spreading his legs wide and letting Shu push the dildo further and further inside. It filled him up nicely, right up to the centre of the length, where Shu stopped.

Two hands moved Ike's legs out of the way with little force, giving Shu the space to pin Ike down by sitting on his abdomen. His eyes locked in on the hickies littering Ike's neck, left previously by Luca, and a rare jealousy flared up in the mage.

Craning his back he leant into Ike's collarbone, leaving and sucking marks into the skin while his lower body navigated to hover right above the dildo.

Upon a harsh suck coincidentally just where Ike was particularly sensitive, Shu dropped his hips onto the dildo, riding deep up against each of their g-spots.

Shu sat back, admiring the pattern of hickies complementing the barely faded marks Luca left behind.

"Shu..." Two hands desperately grasped for the mage's body, not caring where. "Don't stop..!"

Upon Ike's command, Shu thrusted his hips downwards and rode the dildo until the two were seeing stars. Ike whined, a little too loud, and Shu quickly pressed his lips against the others.

He pulled back when confident that Ike would keep quiet, and stared into his shiny eyes. Ike's lips parted and he whisper-yelled, "I'm going to— A-Again~!"

"M-Me too!" Shu's fingernails dug into Ike's waist, fire pooling in his abdomen before the heat broke, and they came in unison.

Slick dribbled out of both of their holes, mixing with each other as their pussies, stretched wide, brushed against each other. Shu went limp, and fell into Ike's arms, unintentionally pushing the dildo deeper inside.

"Shu..." Ike whimpered, trying to lift Shu and dislodge the dildo from his pussy. "We need to clean up."

"Mm..." Shu grunted, grinding a little into the toy despite his oversensitive cunt. "Too tired..."

"C'mon." Ike rolled his eyes playfully and raised Shu up slightly to pull the dildo from his hole, and, in turn, Ike's own pussy as well. He cast it to the side of the bed, and guided Shu to the bathroom, stumbling like the two were intertwined in a drunken dance.

- -

The next morning, Ike prayed Shu and him had been quiet enough. He dreaded the idea of going downstairs, for fear of everyone avoiding eye contact or making jokes about it.

Just as he stepped into the lounge area, his foot hit a creaky floorboard, breaking apart the comfortable silence. Expecting the worst, Ike tensed, only for Luca to wave him over. "Morning!! How was Shu's bed? It's comfy, isn't it??"

"The handyman should be coming over today to fix your bed, by the way," Mysta informed while Ike sat next to him.

Ike smiled, relieved like a strong weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and the group fell into idle chatter. Save for Vox, who kept sneaking glances Ike's way, probably thinking he was being sly.

After breakfast, the two were finally alone, with Vox washing dishes and Ike leaning on the door frame. Vox confessed what he'd been staring at upon Ike's questioning. "You have more hickies than yesterday, plus Shu is usually the first to wake up but now he's the last."

Ike's eyebrows furrowed, and he felt compelled to give Vox a piece of his mind. 'Why does this guy care who I'm sleeping with? He's probably jealous, yeah, that's right.'

"Interesting th-that you noticed how many hickies I have." Ike crossed his arms, furrowing his eyebrows. He pursed his lips and attempted to seem confident despite him slightly stumbling over his words.

Vox smirked, wiped his hands on a tea towel, then walked towards Ike. With a hand on his shoulder, he said, "You're trying too hard to intimidate me. Cute stutter, though."

After squeezing his shoulder, Vox slipped his hands away and left the room. Ike's blood boiled, scrunching up his face like he'd just swallowed a lemon, and he assumed the heat that ran through his body was anger and not anything else that Vox's physical touch caused.

Thinking seething thoughts, he turned on his heel and went back upstairs to go hang out with Shu when he woke up. 'He's much nicer than Vox! At least he has the decency to not stare at another man's lovebites! ... At least, I think he doesn't.'

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If Mysta were to be honest, prior to meeting Ike, he'd never think of himself as a touchy-feely kind of guy. He can appreciate when a body suits his tastes to every curve, but he much prefers skipping to 'the good part' over savouring the moment.

Body worship and the like were all pretty foreign concepts to him as well. How could both people, let alone one person, get off to the act of simply admiring a body. Perhaps he's just an impatient person, but he's okay with that.

At least, he was. But ever since a certain cleric showed up, Mysta felt like his whole world turned on its head.

Even as the aforementioned cleric freaked out, unable to believe he'd been isekai'd into a fantasy world and wearing lingerie, Mysta tuned it all out, slightly transfixed by his body.

The thighs that looked so soft, the tiny yet still present chest that would be so fun to squeeze, even Ike's armpits, which he'd only gotten a glimpse of, but forgive him if he was weak to a cute boy with a nice body! Who wouldn't be?!

This tiny obsession had gotten so bad to the point where Ike would constantly catch him staring. But even worse, once, Mysta was so distracted that his hand reached out to stroke his fingertips up Ike's arm before he could stop himself.

Ike jumped back a little, looking at Mysta in surprise, yet the latter just smiled back.

No matter how hard he tried, the thoughts of how squishy Ike's thighs are, how cute his chest is, how pliant his body is, how tight he'd feel around his—

I mean, Mysta couldn't help but be a little jealous! Luca already fucked Ike's virginity out the window, and, with how close Ike had gotten with Shu, he wouldn't put it past those two either. And he knew that Vox would laugh at him if he was the last person to fuck Ike, and Mysta already had the upper hand with how rocky Ike and Vox's relationship was!

So, this should be simple, right?

One issue. He had absolutely zero idea how to initiate sex with Ike. Everyone else Mysta had ever slept with seemed so easy! A quick one night stand that just required some generic flirting, drinking and maybe an eye roll at his cheesy pick up lines and he was set!

But Ike, in Mysta's eyes, was this untouchable man, who probably wouldn't be impressed by a drink and a pick up line, even his best ones!

Therefore, he supposed he'd just wait it out. The oppurtunity will arise eventually, he just has to be patient! I mean, what's the worst that could happen?

- -

"Shit, haah..." Mysta grunted out, wet sounds accompanying the pumping of his fist. Strokes ran up and down to emulate a certain brunet's pussy, even if it could never live up to those expectations.

In his mind, the memories of what had happened that day replayed on a loop.

It started just like any other day. A group of slimes had been threatening a local farmer's crops, so Mysta, Shu and Ike went to go deal with it.

As usual, Ike tended to stand off to the sidelines, focusing on support roles like buffing the other men's attack and defense, while also watching in case someone got hurt.

Luckily, the slimes weren't nearly as bad as the farmer made them out to be. Just some common elemental slimes that could easily be wiped out with a simple spell or the swing of a sword. Nothing out of the ordinary so far.

Something of note, however, were the rare breed of white slimes populating the group. Ones that didn't have any particular elemental capabilities or threatening skills, so they tended to die out fairly quickly, hence the rarity.

Mysta felt pretty comfortable to ignore them. For the most part, white slimes wouldn't attack unless provoked and could easily just be saved until the end of the battle. What he hadn't realised, though, was the innate curiosity this species possessed, but he would soon find out about it.

Just as Shu conjured a purple flame to deal with almost every slime around them, a yelp occurred behind the pair. Mysta turned around, and the sight sent his blood rushing south.

"Ngh, Ike..." Mysta huffed out, pumping his hand faster and faster at the memory.

A group of small white slimes had latched themselves onto Ike's body, making obscene slurping and squelching noises as they wobbled around on his skin. They didn't seem to pose any threat, more just curiosity at Ike's body, but he looked less than thrilled to have them all over him.

One even climbed it's way up to Ike's chest, repetitive whimpers followed loud squelches each time that particular slime rubbed against him. Mysta couldn't help the little bit of jealousy, combined with his insatiable lust.

Shu spoke in a gentle manner, guiding Ike carefully on how to remove the slimes so he could safely eliminate them, but all of it became white noise to Mysta's ears. He blinked, lost in his own thoughts, and the slimes were all off of Ike's body. The only thing left was the sticky, white residue.

Trails of white, translucent liquid that looked especially like a certain erotic substance covered Ike's body in the most tasteful spots. White droplets on his cheek, his hint of cleavage, his stomach, his thighs—

"So good, Ike..." Mysta huffed, now having so much new material in his mind to work with. Imagining Ike blushing under him, coated in his own seed, he grunted out another moan. "Good boy— So tight~!"

God, Mysta was just one weak man! He couldn't handle all of this!

Ike tried to wipe his face with his hand but that just made it worse, covering his fingers in the same sticky fluid. Thin trails stuck to his fingertips, and he grimaced at the sensation.

Mysta's cock twitched in his trousers. He had to shoot his shot. "Maybe you'll just have to leave it on you for now, and I'll help you wash it off when you get home."

The cleric looked him in the eyes while Mysta fantasised. Ike being covered in white slime, having to walk home looking like he'd just left an orgy. And then, Mysta could bathe with him, and maybe his hand will slip and grab his—

His hand rubbed at such a vigorous pace that it slapped against his abdomen, filling the room with nothing but wet smacks. "Ah, I-Ikey, I'm gonna—"

"That won't be necessary," Shu stated with a gentle smile, clearly unaware of the 'cockblocking' he was doing when he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. "Slime can be wiped away easily if you use fabric instead of your hands."

"Oh, thank you." Ike gladly plucked the handkerchief from Shu's hand and wiped away the mess with ease.

"A-Ah, no..." Mysta winced, his cock twitching in his hands from the failed orgasm. "Fuck..."

There had to be something else he could do.

- -

"Oh... We have to go in there?" Ike asked, the inky darkness of the tunnel ahead looming over the pair.

Mysta had convinced Ike to come on what would normally be a solo mission, claiming, 'You can never be too safe!'. Although it was just a simple cave rescue because some old man got lost, Ike agreed, donning himself in one of the many lingerie sets he owned and, thus, there they were.

He'd even worn a cotton scarf that tastefully covered his neck, but left his collarbone and chest exposed. God, after this, Mysta was totally going to fantasise about tying it around Ike's wrists and— Wait, had he said something?

"No worries, that's why I brought my trusty lantern!" Mysta spoke once his mind returned to reality. He placed one hand on his chest, while the other held up a clunky lantern that had certainly seen better days.

"...You sure that's gonna stay alight?"

"Positive. It's only a little old!" Mysta claimed, using the last of his matches to light the candle inside, then closing the tiny, rusted door.

Ike shrugged and made his way into the cave, following perhaps a meter behind Mysta's light. The two barely spoke, the only sound being the shuffling of their feet. Even if the lantern could light the path, they couldn't be too confident and run ahead, so they took small steps just in case of any danger.

Although Mysta was certainly supposed to be focused, he filled his mind with the endless possibilities of how he could initiate something with Ike. He could trip and fall into Ike's chest? Or, perhaps, he could convince Ike that his cum had healing properties? No, he probably wouldn't fall for that...

"Gah!" Ike cried, grabbing Mysta's attention. He spun around, lantern clattering with the movement.

"You okay, Ike?" He asked, the lantern illuminating the other man's cowering body.

"I-I think..." His hands pawed around for Mysta's body, then Ike wrapped his arms around his forearm. "Sorry, I think it was just a spider..."

Mysta couldn't care less; it could've been a dragon for God's sake, all his mind could think of was the shared body heat between him and Ike. His small chest pudging up against Mysta's arm, his thighs brushing Mysta's leg, his warm, shaky breath on Mysta's neck.

"I'm not making it out of here alive..." He muttered.

"Hm?"

"N-Nothing. Just stay close to me, 'kay?" Mysta choked out, silently thanking the darkness for hiding his boner.

Ike clung tighter to him, and another rush of blood shot down to Mysta's crotch. He'd laugh at himself if he could. Getting so aroused just from Ike touching his body was stupid, he knew that!

"Ah, hello?" An old, scratchy voice called from up ahead.

"Hey," Mysta began, trying his best to seem casual despite the situation. "We received a report that someone had gotten lost down here."

"Agh, finally!" The man stumbled to his feet, jogging forward until he was in the view of the lantern.

"The exit is just up ahead. We can guide you— Hey!" Mysta gasped as him and Ike were pushed to the ground and the lantern was snatched from his hands.

Shrieky cackling echoed throughout the cave, and Mysta, too stunned to even move, just watched as the light faded from sight.

"Ugh, a trickster demon..." Mysta muttered, brushing the dust off of his clothes. 'What a boner-killer.' He thought, but definitely didn't say that out loud.

"A what?" Ike asked, standing up next to Mysta while the latter casted a rune with his finger.

"Shu knows more about them than I do, but they're these creatures who perform petty pranks and thievery. They're super weak, though, so we can get my lantern back if we track him down," Mysta rambled on, desperately trying to remember the light rune. He hoped to illuminate the darkness before his nerves kicked in.

One secret that Mysta would take to the grave, a.k.a something that everyone knew about him but pretended not to, was his huge fear of the dark. He'd be fine, however, if he could just remember how to cast a light spell.

Eventually, a flicker of light formed at the tip of his finger, barely enough to light the path back, but acceptable. The intensity of the light wavered, signifying to Mysta that his mana was low.

"L-Let's get out of here..." He whispered, and Ike followed. Mysta bit down on his trembling lip, scuffing his feet as he walked and desperately tried to reassure himself, and not think about what entities could be lurking in the dark.

'It was only a five minute walk in, so I'll be totally fine! And maybe Ike will get scared again and cling to me and—' So lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice the light on his finger fizzling out, until a wave of exhaustion took over his body. "Shit, no!"

"Mysta?" Ike asked as the darkness completely engulfed him.

"I-Ike? Ikey?! Where'd you go!?" Mysta threw his arms in front of him and grabbed around frantically.

"It's okay, don't panic— Wah!"

Letting out a sigh of relief, Mysta happily squeezed whatever part of Ike he'd just grabbed with both hands.

Wait.

Mysta's thumbs rose up and prodded a little more to get a good feel for where he was grabbing. It was definitely a combination of skin and fabric, but as his thumbs poked on the cloth, part of it had a slightly softer texture.

"Nh, Mysta...?"

Oh God.

He squeezed just to be sure, and for a little bit of self indulgence, and yes. He was, in fact, groping Ike's chest. With each hand covering the expanse of one of Ike's tits, and his thumbs sinking into his nipples.

"Is that you, Mysta? Or is it another trickster demon?"

"No, no, it's me." Mysta squished the skin again, still unable to believe it, and Ike whimpered. "I assume I'm touching you, then. I'm not sure where I'm squeezing though."

A complete lie and he knew it. But he'd gladly tell 100 lies to keep his hands on Ike's chest.

"Ah, okay..." Mysta pumped his fist inside of his head knowing he could keep touching Ike. "What happened to your light spell, though?"

"Oh, my mana ran out," Mysta explained, now resorting to squeezing Ike's waist with one hand coiled around it. As much as he wanted to keep playing with his chest, it'd be a difficult act to keep up once they continued walking. And if his hands trailed little lower to his hips, and then to the soft flesh of his thighs, Mysta could simply claim his hand slipped.

"Hm..." Ike thought for a moment, and Mysta used the oppurtunity to lean in closer under the guise of a small stumble. "I haven't cast many spells recently, so I'm sure I have a lot of mana left over. You could show me how to cast the light spell and I'll do it."

"Ah, well, it may be a little sloppy." 'That's not the only thing I'd like to be sloppy— God damnit, Mysta! That's disgusting! Focus!' He scolded himself in his mind, then continued talking. "I don't cast light spells often, but I'll try and teach you the rune."

Suddenly, Ike's right hand reached over and clutched Mysta's. "Here, you can guide my hand to draw it."

Mysta gulped, his face turning bright enought that it could've lit the cave itself. "Y-Yeah, that'll work."

Fingertip poised high in the air, Ike let Mysta hold his wrist and maneuver it to draw a shaky recreation of an ancient rune. To Mysta's relief, the cave lit up from the bright light positioned at Ike's fingertips. A warm glow painted the walls of the cavern, signifying just how much more mana Ike had leftover.

Ike turned to Mysta excitedly. "I did it! I'm surprised I had a much mana as I—" His face dropped, as did his eyes. Before Mysta could question it, an impact hit him square in the face, sending him to the dirt below. "Mysta, you actual pervert!"

The strain in Mysta's trousers became noticeably larger when Ike yelled that. "Ah, well—!"

"You knew you were groping me the whole time! And now you're... you're... indecent!"

Although his face stung, the new perspective Mysta gained from being cast to the ground provided an insight he could use to his advantage. "Easy for you to say, you're so wet, you soaked through your panties!"

"Wha-!" Ike's hand shot between his thighs, his face red. "That's— Well, um...!"

"C'mon, Ikey, if you're horny, and I'm horny then maybe...?" Mysta clasped his hands together and did a pitiful attempt at puppy eyes.

Ike paused, then tentatively sat on the ground in front of Mysta. "... You are such a pervert."

"So... Is that a yes?" Mysta leaned in hopefully. Instead of responding, Ike caught him off guard when he ducked his head and unbuckled Mysta's belt. The mage panicked a little, shuffling away until his back hit the cave wall, though he couldn't deny the excitement. "Ike?! Are you actually going to—?"

"Don't overreact." Ike flicked Mysta's leather belt apart and tugged down the waistband of his trousers and boxers until his cock popped out, flopping against his abdomen. "Just... stay still."

Mysta obliged, a groan leaving his mouth when Ike placed his lips on the tip. But even better was the sensation of Ike's chest pressed against his thighs.

His gloved hand covered his own mouth, and he squeezed his eyes tight. He couldn't cum yet when Ike had barely done anything!

Ike's hands balled up into fists on the ground, tucking the lit finger away and pouring darkness back into the cave. Mysta whimpered and felt around for Ike, then eased up when his fingers nestled into Ike's hair. He nudged him a little further down his cock, the man sputtering a bit when Mysta accidentally jerked his hips up.

"I-Ike, have you ever— Hn!" Mysta groaned when the brunet bowed his head, taking about half the length into his mouth.

"Mm-mm." Ike tried to shake his head no, but could only muster a small swish of his chin. His attempt to speak also sent momentary vibrations down Mysta's cock, which twitched in his mouth.

"That's suprising... hah..!" Ike's tongue lapped against a particular sensitive point on his cock, cutting Mysta's train of thought short. "Ah, good boy— Or would you prefer good girl?"

That quip earned a light thump of Ike's fists on Mysta's thighs, but he just laughed it off and pushed Ike down his cock until his lips were around the base. Surprised, the cleric's hands flexed out, illuminating the cave once again.

Tears sprang to Ike's eyes as he tried not to gag at the intrusion. Feeling pitiful, Mysta tugged Ike up to about halfway by his hair, giving him some relief, then shoved him back down to engulf his cock again.

"Sorry, Ikey, I couldn't help it. Your mouth feels too good!" Ike gave him a glare, albeit with little malice and more just grumpiness behind it, and Mysta merely smiled back. "You can pinch my thigh if its too much for you." He pointedly shuffled his hands away, leaving Mysta to grin.

Pumping his fist over and over again, curled up in his bed, could never compare to the reality. Even if it wasn't Ike's pussy, his mouth was certainly second best, at least based on how he imagined it. His soft, wet walls, his throat quivering when he tried not to gag and his eyes holding tears that threatened to fall.

"Ngh, Ike, gonna—" Mysta's hips stuttered up, his fist forcing Ike all the way to the base. "T-Take it all!"

Ike's eyes widened and his throat flexed as it greedily gulped down Mysta's cum, the excess seed stuffing his cheeks. The brunet pulled off and swallowed the rest, then smacked his lips like he was savouring the flavour.

"C'mon..." His cock twitched a little, but he ignored it. "You don't have to act like it tastes good."

Ike paused, mulling over the taste and coughing a little before he spoke. "It's not terrible. Maybe it's something to do with this world that changes your body. Maybe it made your... fluids taste better for some sort of survival reason, but that doesn't really make much sense." He caught himself rambling, especially about something so embarrassing, then turned his head away so Mysta wouldn't spot the blush rising to his face. "Um... or something like that?"

Steadily, Ike got to his feet, and Mysta went behind him once he'd tucked himself back into his trousers. "We should go get your lantern back, right?"

"Oh, right, I forgot about that!" Mysta snapped his fingers, then paused when his eyes drifted down. "But did you not want me to..."

"Hm?" Ike followed Mysta's line of sight, then blushed harder when it aligned with his panties. They were now soaked so much that you could almost make out his clit jutting out. "A-Agh... How am I going to walk through the village like this?!"

"You can hide behind me if you want! And maybe, once we get my lantern and head home, I could... help you with it?"

Ike's head spun away in embarrassment, but a curt nod didn't go unnoticed.

- -

"Y'know what, Ike?" Mysta smiled, practically skipping his merry way back to the inn. Not only did they catch the trickster demon with no issue, it turns out it had been terrorising the villagers for a while, meaning the pair were rewarded a sizeable sum of money.

"Hm?" Ike snapped his head up, looking away from marvelling at the pouch of coins he'd earned.

"I think you're becoming more of an anime girl. Like, one of those, uh, what's the term... a tsundere?"

"... Huh?!" Ike almost dropped the pouch, heat rising to his face.

"Like, when you slapped me and called me a perv, it's very tsundere-ish. I'm just saying you'd be great in a proper isekai anime!"

"Ugh, that's... not true..." Ike groaned, rubbing the space between his eyebrows.

"It's not a bad thing, it's cute!" Mysta turned his head back, smiling as if Ike didn't look like he was ready to kill him.

- -

"Mysta... get on with it!" Ike whined impatiently. Meanwhile, Mysta found himself far too busy appreciating Ike's body. His kisses trailed from his jawbone to his chest, wrapping around one nipple and sucking, and his hands groped and squeezed Ike's plush thighs.

Perhaps Mysta was more patient than he thought. His cock still twitched in his trousers, trying to break free, but he found it was much better to watch Ike come undone. He'd already become increasingly sensitive and desperate from Mysta's periodic touches, each brush of hands or lips feeling like fire on his skin.

With one short kiss to his clit, Ike came, crying and lifting his hips to the air. Mysta laughed and caressed Ike's sides until he calmed down. "That was your third one tonight, how do you feel?"

It took Ike a minute to respond, and even then it wasn't verbally. He weakly lifted his foot and prodded at Mysta's bulge.

"Hm? You want it?" Mysta asked, already moving his hand to unzip his fly.

Nodding frantically, all Ike could muster was a pleading whine that escaped his drooling mouth. His foot fumbled as it tried to free Mysta's cock from the fabric.

"Use your words." Despite going against his desires, Mysta nudged away tauntingly.

"Please, I want it..."

Another time, Mysta would've tried to coax more desperate words out of Ike's mouth, but he's been hard since he got home. He just couldn't deny it any longer. He needed Ike now.

"Fuck, okay. Just stay still..." Mysta finally yanked his trousers and underwear to mid thigh and immediately pushed it right up to Ike's rim.

"You're loose enough for me to go in without prepping you?" Taking great enjoyment in teasingly rubbing the tip against Ike's hole, Mysta asked.

"I-I, um, at night... Sometimes Shu or Luca come to visit and—"

Mysta's eyebrows furrowed. He didn't want to hear any man's name other than his own. And he'll make sure of it.

When he pushed his cock inside, bottoming out immediately, Ike came again, screaming his name in an instant.

- -

"Mysta, have you been okay recently?" Shu's voice caught his attention, pausing Mysta's actions for a moment and almost letting a slime catch him off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you haven't gone on many excursions in a while, but you've mentioned multiple times that your mana is low." Shu put a finger on his chin thoughtfully, unaware of when another slime tried to ambush him. "It can run out in other ways, though, depending on the user. Commonly, it can leak into bodily fluids like blood or tears. If you've been upset of injured, it's okay to tell us, you know?"

"Ah, well..." Mysta distracted himself by casting a lightning bolt to hit the final few slimes. He then went bright red as he thought about the sleepless nights he'd spent thinking about Ike, the bin overflowing with cum-stained tissues. No wonder he'd been so tired recently. Well, at least it'll fix itself now that he's slept with Ike. Oh, wait, he can't tell Shu that! "Um... it's sweat?"

"Sweat?"

"Y-Yeah! I started a new workout regime! It's a little harder than my old one so I've been sweating more than usual, haha."

"Oh, that explains it." Mysta sighed a long breath of relief, his shoulders lifting from the weight taken off of them. "Maybe we can train together sometime?"

"Sure, yeah, no problem!" Mysta laughed, perhaps a little too loud. "Anyway, lets head back..." His voice softened with fondness when he remembered that Ike would still be sleeping in his bed. He should do his 'new workout routine' when he gets back.

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Ike was never the type of person to get irrationally mad, at least he liked to think. Especially not at the people he considered his friends. But when his morning started and the first thing he heard was "Come on!", he knew it would be a long day.

His sock-covered feet padded against the stairs as he ran down them, expecting commotion, but was met with surprise when only Vox stood in the kitchen. Wedged in his large hands, a piece of paper.

Upon realising Ike was staring at him, he dropped the paper on the table beside him, then stormed into the kitchen; a clear invitation for Ike to read it. Once he was sure that Vox had left, or at least wasn't looking, he tip-toed in and swiped the note from the table.

His expression only got more alarmed as he read it.

'To Vox and Ike,

An emergency came up late last night and we had to go on an expedition that may last a couple days. I don't have much time to write this either, but I'll give you all the details when we're back!

From Shu!

P.S. and mysta!!
P.P.S and LUCA!!!!!!
P.P.P.S Also, please use this time to get along! We can't be a team without you two!'

Ike was never the type of person to get irrationally mad, at least he liked to think. Especially not at the people he considered his friends. But this was absurd! His eyebrows knitted together, and, before he could think, he chased after Vox into the kitchen to vent his frustrations onto him.

"Are you so mad about having to spend time with me that you yelled loud enough to wake me up?" Ike huffed out, grabbing Vox's shoulder from behind.

Vox paused, then calmly explained, in such a tone of voice that aggravatingly made Ike seem inferior. "Can you not just assume? I'm upset because Luca was going to help me kill an invasive plant species today, but now he's gone."

"I could help!" Ike said with more eagerness than he meant to.

A little taken aback, Vox raised an eyebrow. "You sure? I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"I can handle myself! I'm stronger than you seem to think!" The bespectacled man planted both his hands on his hips, and Vox shrugged.

"Well, go get ready then. I'll make breakfast."

Watching as Vox walked off, Ike smiled to himself. Sure, hanging out with Vox wouldn't be ideal, but at least he'd been acknowledged as strong! He ran upstairs to his closet, already thinking about which outfit to wear.

- -

Ike must have yawned at least a hundred times since he'd left the house. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Vox was a valiant and skilled warrior, therefore he didn't need any healing, and refused any buffs Ike tried to provide.

Well, Ike didn't want to help him anyway! He was perfectly content standing off to the side and dozing off, back against a firm oak tree. Meanwhile, the sounds of vines being sliced and dumped to the ground became white noise to his ears.

Except they didn't. No matter how long Ike kept his eyes closed, before his body could relax, Vox's grunting mixed with a chop from his blade would snap him out of it.

He crossed his arms underneath his chest and drummed his foot against the grass like a disturbed rabbit. 'Ugh, so bored. I bet he wouldn't even notice if I walked away...'

A blur of dark green passed his eyes, the object landing at his feet with a loud thump. Ike jumped away in shock, then took a better look at it.

The mass convulsing in the grass was a strange looking plant, unlike any other that he'd seen today. Most of its body was a long vine twisted around itself, stemming from deep inside the forest. At the tip, a large maw made of petals and sharp teeth lay open. No noise came out, but the shrinking and expanding of its scarred head proved it must still be alive.

Perhaps Ike felt sorry for the poor thing, or perhaps he wanted to play a little prank on Vox. It was mostly the latter that caused him to draw a healing rune parallel to the plant.

A soft glow of light briefly emanated from his hand, and landed directly on the head of the flower. The fresh scars from the sword fixed themselves up, leaving the plant's skin as good as new. He shrugged as vitality flowed back into the flower, knowing that Vox could probably deal with it anyway.

What he didn't expect, however, was the plant writhing for a moment, then lifting its head to point directly at Ike. He stepped away, back colliding with the tree, and he gulped, terrified of what it could do. One step back and the plant would slither further forward. "H-Hey... Be nice...!" He hissed.

It rose up until facing Ike's torso, then, out of its jaw-shaped petals, spewed gold pollen all over him. Ike coughed, waving his hand in front of his face to dispel some of it, but there was no doubt that he breathed it in.

He watched it slink back into the undergrowth after doing this, so Ike supposed that was how it said thank you. Expecting it to have simply left, or maybe it went to go get revenge on Vox, he shut his eyes and leant against the tree again.

Sadly, the universe didn't want to provide him with any semblance of rest, considering the moment he shut his eyes, something huge pushed right against his clothed hole.

Unable to help the scream that left his mouth, he spun his head around and saw a thick vine, desperate to get inside him. It wriggled, shoving itself right into the crevices of Ike's folds. No doubt, it would've easily forced its way inside had Ike not been wearing panties.

He frantically kicked at it, hoping it wouldn't find a way to pull his panties down, until a sharp blade sliced through it in one go.

"I heard you yell, what happened?!" Vox asked, exasperated, as he dropped his sword into the hilt around his waist. His hands grabbed Ike by the shoulders, uncharacteristically worried as he looked all around Ike's body for any sense of injury.

A sharp quip prepared itself at the tip of his tongue, but before he could deliver it, a strange warmth overcame his body. His knees buckled and his pussy throbbed like a mouth curled around his clit and sucked particularly hard.

"Woah! You okay?!" Vox held onto Ike's hot, trembling body tighter, and Ike could only whimper in response as his thighs rubbed together.

After a brief pause of wondering what to do, Vox shifted his arms a little, one of his forearms accidentally brushing against Ike's chest. Ike threw his head forward, letting out an open mouth moan at the touch.

It took all the strength in the world for Vox to not crumble right there, already feeling his blood rushing south. He bit his lip and tried saying a couple things that Ike could barely hear, too lost in the haze of skin-to-skin contact. The one sentence that made its way to his ears was, "...Did you see any weird plants nearby?"

Ike ignored him, however, instead guiding Vox's hand downwards. He didn't want Vox to hold back in the slightest, getting him to prod at his clit. A shudder swept through his body every time Vox poked at his clit.

He switched between his index and middle, each jab eliciting a soft squelching sound. "So wet..." Vox mumbled, making Ike moan.

The black-haired man pushed two fingers deep into Ike's clit.

Eyes rolling back, a cut off gasp shot out of his mouth as his shaky hips thrusted into the touch. Heat traversed through his entire body, sending him into a loud, electrifying orgasm before—

His eyes shut and he collapsed into Vox's arms.

- -

Ike didn't adjust normally to an awoken state. Rather than gradually waking up to the sunrise, his eyes snapped open due to the desire running through his veins. His body shot upright, and he noted that a jingling weight attached itself to his ear lobes — a pair of earrings shaped like the nib of a fountain pen.

He brushed it off, however, when he noticed the set of lingerie adorning hid body. It was much more revealing than the one from yesterday, not as bad as Luca's favourite bikini that covered nothing, but still not ideal.

Normally, he'd be mad, especially since Vox was the only one who could've changed him, and he likely chose something extra skimpy on purpose. But merely thinking about the man had his body shaking.

From downstairs, he could hear a running tap being switched to off in the kitchen, so Ike leapt out of bed and stumbled his way there, gripping the wall for support. Each step, he thought of Vox, sending another wave of arousal down his spine. It greatly hindering his walking ability when he was soaking through his panties.

Eventually, after almost tripping down the stairs, Ike made it to the kitchen, where Vox was stirring a large pot idly. Ike didn't care what he was doing, though, as long as he would come take care of him instead.

Thumping his head against Vox's back, Ike groaned and nestled his fingers into his shirt. "Good morning to you too...?" Vox laughed a little, twisting the stove's knob to off.

Ike didn't reply, panting hot breath onto the back of Vox's neck and rubbing his clothed pussy on the back of the other's thigh.

"Ah, you're still..." His voice trailed off, but his hand reached behind him and grazed the skin of Ike's bare thigh. Ike clenched around nothing when fingertips contacted his body, feeling like they could melt him with one touch. "Here."

Vox shifted his body around, turned to face Ike, then pushed him gently against the counter behind him. One finger hooked around the waistband of his panties, then tugged it down and away in the manner of a second. "Do you think you'll last a little longer this time?" Vox joked, leaning over Ike with one hand supporting his back and the other reaching for his own belt.

"Mm..." Ike responded, if you could even call that a response. He simply raised his leg, giving Vox a good handle to hold.

Leather belt and trousers falling to the floor with a clink, all it took was a tug of Vox's boxers to free his cock, already chubbed to half-hardness. Saliva pooled in Ike's mouth, though he swallowed before it was obvious.

He's big. Bigger than either Luca or Mysta. Girthy too, enough to look heavy on Vox's crotch. His hole twitched excitedly just thinking about it.

"Mysta told me you'd be loose," Vox mumbled, two fingers dipping shallowly into Ike's pussy. "Said he had his way with you a couple nights before he left, is that true?"

Ike grumbled under his breath a little, turning his head to the side. He'd gotten so used to being embarrassed and nuzzling his face into a pillow, but he had no such grace on the kitchen counter.

"Poor baby, you need someone to satisfy you, but there's only me here. Don't worry, I'll make it worthwhile." Vox slapped his cock on Ike's twitching pussy, rubbing the tip against his hole. "If you beg for it, that is."

Letting out a guttural, pitiful noise, Ike tried reaching for Vox's hip, but his hand promptly smacked him away. The same hand then grabbed both of Ike's wrists and pinned them above his head.

"I said, beg for it."

"Mm..." Ike groaned and tilted his head with a pout on his face, hoping that a silent beg would be good enough.

It's not, much to his dismay.

"So non-compliant, as always," Vox muttered, then pulled his dick away from Ike's heat. "Then again, I do like that about you."

"V..." Ike winced, barely able to get a single letter out. His hips rolled against nothing as Vox pretended to walk away.

"Hm? You want to say something?" Vox paused at the sound of his voice.

Hand faltering around in the air, Ike desperately tried to grab onto anything he could, as long as it belonged to Vox. "Please... Need to feel you..."

Smirking, Vox turned back, his hands falling to Ike's waist, gripping it with a slight firmness. "Is that all?"

"In here..." At this point, Ike had forgotten any shame or embarrassment. He spread his legs wide and used two fingers to present his hole to the other.

Ike knew Vox couldn't hold back anymore. He couldn't pretend he didn't care just to tease him.

Ike needed him and he needed Ike.

His cock perked up like it had a mind of its own, giving Vox an easy chance to take it in his hands and press it into Ike's pussy.

"Ah!" Ike let out a small gasp, his eyes squeezing shut as he prepared for the intrusion. In a singular thrust, Vox buried his cock right up against Ike's cervix. "Vox~!"

"Fuck, that's... " As Vox rocked his hips a little, Ike delighted in how his pussy fluttered around him, likely already looking debauched based on how Vox was staring. His tiny clit begging to be touched, his stretched lips a blush pink, slick dribbling downwards, any excess not on Vox's cock falling to the bed below. Surely, the sight of Ike's pussy would be ingrained in his mind forevermore.

"Move..." Ike commanded weakly, folding shaky hands over his stomach.

"Y-Yeah, got it," Vox breathed out, dragging his hips back. And, oh, how Ike's pussy twitched excitedly, it sent visible shivers down Vox's spine.

As quick as he could, he rammed his hips back inside, punching out a moan from Ike's throat. Vox's eyes flared, almost terrifyingly, when his earrings jingled with the thrust. When Vox didn't move for a split second, Ike pawed at the slight bump on his abdomen, whimpering when his hand laid the tiniest amount of pressure on it.

Vox pulled out and back in again to satisfy both of their needs, then continued that motion at a quicker pace. Ike couldn't tell if he preferred having Vox go in and out of his hole, or if he preferred the feeling of being stuffed to his limits.

Another push inside, and Vox filled him so perfectly, like his pussy was molded to Vox's cock. It rubbed right against all his sensitive spots, leaving Ike to moan at every tiny movement. "How the— Fuck, how are you still so tight?"

"N-Not my fault that, mm, that you're big..." Ike mumbled, too focused on the stretch to think about what he was saying.

That stroked Vox's ego. A lot.

"Hm? Sorry, didn't quite catch that."

"B-Big! I n-need... Need more!"

"More?" His pounds halted for a second as he thought on what to do, before his eyes lit up with an idea. "Alright, I can do that."

Ike couldn't get out a single noise before two fingers placed themselves on his clit and rubbed up and down furiously. One of Vox's hands still kept itself firmly planted on Ike's hips to keep him from moving too much. Ike's crotch warmed up from both arousal and friction, his brain turned to mush and he couldn't control any words that left his mouth.

"Vox— Vox! Vox! It's too much! I'm going to—! Nyah~!"

A gush of slick shot out of Ike's pussy, and he raised his hips as best he could with Vox's tight grip. His eyes rolled back a little, his hands cupping his abdomen weakly to feel the heat that broke down there.

Vox barely gave Ike any recovery time after his orgasm. Instead, he bent his legs in half and pounded so fast that Ike's hazy mind almost couldn't tell the difference between being empty and being full. The pain of overstimulation quickly got dulled out by the pleasure of it all and, eventually, his chamber was filled to the brim with hot, white semen.

"Fuck..." Vox hissed, lifting his hands to the counter, either side of Ike's head. Ike only whined louder when Vox's thrusts slowed as he rode out his orgasm.

Ike's legs flopped to hang weakly over the countertop, expecting Vox to take a break, or even pull away. Rather, Vox's dick only kept moving in and out, albeit shallowly. "Unh..."

"Hm?"

"Vox... it's too much..." Ike's voice was muffled from burying his head in his own shoulder, too embarrassed to face the other.

"Is it?" Vox asked, almost sounding genuinely confused. Ike was about to retort when he interrupted him. "I think you should look down."

Huffing a little, Ike craned his head down, then widened his eyes drastically when he saw what met him.

Ike's hips, with no input from his brain, were shifting up and down on their own. He tried to steel his body, but to no avail. Even when overstimulation took over his body, he couldn't find it in himself to stop.

"You're so desperate, it's almost pathetic." A smirk came across Vox's face, looking almost like he'd start laughing.

"Vox..." Ike sniffled, pleading as best as he could with his eyes.

"I know, I got you." Vox dragged his cock back, and Ike squeaked as he felt his pussy walls come back together, only to be forced apart when Vox shoved his hips back in. "Just one more, and then we'll clean up, alright?"

"Mhm..."

The idea of 'one more' got lost quickly. Ike had no clue what weird pollen he'd been sprayed with, but at least it kept his stamina going.

Any normal, non-pollen-infected person would likely have passed out with the amount of orgasms Ike had faced. Even he probably wouldn't have believed you if you told him how high the number was.

Vox fucked him again on the counter, flipping him around this time so he could land a couple spanks on Ike's ass cheek.

Then they moved to the ground, where Ike was forced into a compromising mating press position. The strong grip Vox had wrapped around Ike's ankles may leave light bruises, but neither of them really cared.

They fucked on the couch, against the wall, against a window and, finally, in Vox's room before both were sufficiently satisfied.

- -

It's hot. That was Ike's first observation upon waking up. Hotter than usual.

His second observation was how gross he felt. Sweaty, sticky, and sore. Sore in places he never thought could get sore, but so he was.

He couldn't find the energy in himself to even think about standing, but the idea of a bath to wash away the grime sounded serene, so he figured he'd tough it out. However, upon trying to move, he found that something heavy around his chest was constricting his movements. It could only be one person.

"Vox?"

"Stay..." Vox clung to him tighter. "Don't leave me a... Ah..." He clearly had more to say, but disguised it with a sigh.

Oh, that's why it was hotter than usual. Who knew being buried under the blanket with a man who cuddles you like you're a stuffed animal would make you warmer?

"I need to bathe..." Ike groaned, trying to push Vox's strong arms away from his chest.

"Mmgh... five more minutes..." Vox muttered and nuzzled his face into the crook of Ike's shoulder. To add to it, he kicked his legs up and wrapped them around Ike's thighs, successfully traping him.

Ike sighed. He couldn't fault Vox for being tired after yesterday. He suspected the only reason he's even awake is thanks to the lingering effects of that weird pollen. Speaking of which... "How did you manage to keep up with... my stamina yesterday?"

"Mm?" Propping his head up onto Ike's shoulder, Vox's breath tickled against his chin. "Your sex drive was completely unnatural yesterday. I assumed you must have been afflicted with some kind of aphrodisiac. And, because we were in the forest, I figured it was the doing of a rare breed of plant that spews pollen as a mating ritual. Basically, you would've mated with a plant if I didn't save you."

Ike grunted a little. "Don't say that like I was aiming to mate with a plant! And you didn't answer my question."

"Well, I guess some of the pollen must have brushed off on me. No offense, Ike, but I don't think I would've been able to fuck you as much as I did if I wasn't afflicted with some kind of freaky plant spores."

"Don't be so crass!" Ike groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"Oh, sorry. I wouldn't have been able to rail you on every surface of the house and fill up your cute, tight pussy with as much cum as I did unless I, too, was infected with a breeding plant aphrodisiac. Oh, speaking of which, you can't get pregnant, right?"

Ike had already covered his ears from the first couple words. With a newfound strength, fueled by anger, he tore Vox's arms away from his chest and slipped out of bed to the bathroom without a word.

"Wait— No, I'm sorry! Lemme bathe with you, pretty please!"