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The Wish of the Goddess: Mitsuru (P3 slutification)
🕑 Added 2023-12-13 18:00:07 +0000 UTCStatus update: Managing to write more, bit by bit. Taking that as a good sign for recovery!
I don't really have anything else to report, so enjoy this fic - the final part of a trilogy for the Persona 3 girls! The previous two parts were shorts, but this part gets the full package - so now the series gets the name 'Wish of the Goddess'. This one featured a fair bit of RNG (I was given a list of TFs and asked to spin a wheel with them to pick what Mitsuru got) so I hope it turned out well!
Previous parts (You may have to do a bit of digging):
Fuuka: June Shorts | Patreon
Yukari: August Shorts 23 | Patreon
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Mitsuru Kirijo was a woman who needed practically no introduction. The CEO of the Kirijo group, leader of the Shadow Operatives, and a key defender against the shadowy forces that so often tried to intrude into the realm of reality. The redheaded executive was a titan of industry, a kingmaker in the realms of politics, and an unofficial general in the war to protect the human race.
And right now, she was stood waiting around in the briefing room, wondering where two of her most trusted agents could have wandered off to. She had been called away from a meeting with a dear friend in order to hear the pair’s report, only to find them absent when she’d arrived. That, in itself, wasn’t that strange – any number of small things could have come up to make the pair step away for a few minutes. But now the wait was starting to stretch on, and Mitsuru was growing worried.
‘Something’s not right…’
No, no. It was far too soon to be getting suspicious. Paranoia was one of the many risks a woman in her position faced, and she had no interest in letting such a basic emotion control her actions.
That said, while it was too soon to get suspicious, it was perfectly reasonable to call Aigis on her communicator and ask her what was taking so long. She’d left Yukari at the dinner table, after all – she didn’t have time to wait around all day.
The executive unfolded her arms and pulled out her communicator, hitting the button to call Aigis (the gynoid was never far from the top of her contact list). She expected an answer nigh immediately. The blonde bot had never let her own communicator ring more than three times before answering.
So when Mitsuru got to the seventh ring, and then heard the call disconnect, she was honestly surprised, and caught a little flat footed. This was very unusual – but, still explicable. Maybe Aigis’s communicator was damaged? It had been Labrys who had called her, after all. And if the two had decided to get it repaired quickly, then that would explain where they’d gone.
Well, if so, then she wasn’t going to just stand around until they got back. She had precious little time to spend with Yukari as it was, and if she took much longer to get back, the brunette would have ammunition for her argument that Mitsuru was a ‘workaholic’ for months. No, it was time to head back.
Labrys wasn’t picking up either, she discovered as she walked back through the halls of Shadow Ops HQ. Well, that was less concerning than Aigis doing the same – Labrys was a fine addition to the Shadow Operative forces, but she could be a bit… lackadaisical. She just wasn’t quite as straight laced as her sister. Honestly, it was impressive how different they were.
Still, if both of them were suddenly out of contact… Mitsuru frowned. It was far from ideal. She’d have to go looking for them – once she’d checked back in with Yukari, at least. Fortunately, she’d already made it back to her office.
“Sorry for the wait, Yukari, I- Yukari?”
She froze as she stepped through the door. The office was empty. Of her friend, there was no sign. Or, no, that wasn’t quite right. There was one.
“What the…?” She cautiously stepped to the middle of the room and knelt down, lifting up the white garment she found discarded there. Where had this come from?
It was Yukari’s blouse. The redhead had seen her wearing it not 20 minutes ago. But something had clearly happened to it in the interim. Not only was the white fabric stretched and torn in a most unusual way, but all of the buttons on the front seemed to have been torn off. In fact, looking around with a sharp eye, Mitsuru could spot a few scattered randomly around the floor of her office.
What had happened here? And where was Yukari?
‘Something is definitely wrong.’
This time she didn’t reign back her suspicions. The threshold had clearly been passed. Yukari was missing, and neither Labrys nor Aigis was responding to her calls. Frowning, the redhead looked around the office one last time, hoping for some sign or clue about what had happened… But there was nothing. The best she could take away from the scene was that there was no blood, nor signs of a fight. Hopefully that meant her friend hadn’t been harmed.
Either way, whoever was responsible for this was going to pay dearly.
Mitsuru was in full executioner mode by the time she stepped back out into the hallway. She didn’t have her rapier, alas – not even she walked around with an obvious weapon all the time – but her evoker was close at hand, resting in its holster under her jacket. She didn’t dare rely on her communicator – if Labrys really was compromised, then she’d be able to monitor anything she said on the Shadow Ops channels. Had she been hacked again? It was a distressing possibility – and if so, she might have been the one to grab Yukari after luring Mitsuru away.
Troubling. But there was no point speculating with no evidence. For the moment, she had to-
Slam!
There, what was that?! Mitsuru shot around, staring down the corridor towards the source of the sound. It had come from the stairs – from a few floors down, perhaps? Her ears strained to catch any further noises, but all had gone quiet. Still…
Metal on metal, unless she missed her guess. There had been a slight breeze, caused by a change in air pressure… A door opening? But the only door like that would be… Oh no.
Thoughts of contacting security momentarily forgotten, the leader of the Shadow Operatives hurried down the hall, throwing herself down the stairs as quickly as her heels could carry her. The basement wasn’t too far down, and that was where she suspected the sound had originated. That was where the Shadow Operatives R&D department kept their most secure research – the dangerous items that required powerful protections to keep contained, and to keep them out of the hands of those who’d misuse them.
Normally, that part of the building was practically a fortress, lined with the best security money could buy. Hacking into it was near impossible, and only an incredibly limited number of people had access to the system at all. Naturally, Mitsuru herself was one of them, but she could count everyone else on the list with one hand.
But her fears were confirmed as she arrived at the bottom of the stairs. In front of her, the heavy metal door to the R&D department stood completely open. This had to be where the intruders had gone. And without a doubt, it was where they had dragged Yukari.
Concern for her friend – and intense worry for what dangerous items the intruders might be after in such a secure department – urged her into swift action. There was no time to get security now – she had to deal with this immediately.
But, it was strange, she noted as she strode into the secure lab, spotting no movement among the towering servers and computer equipment. The door was supposed to close automatically. Why was it still open?
Looking up, she quickly saw the reason. The sliding metal door was being held open – quite literally – by a robotic arm. Mitsuru recognised the design of it instantly.
“Labrys…” She reached up and pulled the arm down, turning it over in her hands. No doubt about it – this belonged to the blue haired android, unmistakably. It certainly settled any lingering questions about whether she was involved in all this. But to leave one of her arms behind… Yes, she was a robot, and a part like this could be replaced. Still, it seemed rather extreme…
With the arm removed, the door quickly slid closed, sealing Mitsuru, and the culprits of this mess, inside the department. Good. This way they wouldn’t be able to escape her.
Something else was wrong, though. There was supposed to be an alarm that went off if the door was blocked – yet, she hadn’t heard a thing. That shouldn’t have been possible, not if the system was still active in any capacity. Had someone turned it off?
Looking around once more, her sharp eyes sweeping her surroundings for any trace of the intruders, Mitsuru quickly stepped over to a nearby security terminal, logging in with a few well practiced strokes of the keyboard. Now, what did the logs say about who had opened the door and shut down the security system…?
Then she blinked, the answer flashing before her eyes. “Fuuka? What?”
It was true – Fuuka was on the list of people who could do this, but… surely she never would? Mitsuru trusted her with her life. She’d been with the Shadow Operatives since the SEES days. There was no way she’d betray them now.
… Not unless they were using Yukari as a hostage.
Of course. The pieces were starting to fit together. Fuuka had been alone in her lab upstairs, easy for someone to ambush. And if they’d hacked Labrys and then used her to capture Yukari, it was possible they’d threatened her in order to make Fuuka obey their commands.
Damnit. Mitsuru’s heart sank. Yukari captured. Fuuka forced to obey. Labrys hacked. It was looking bad. Though, there was one question that still bothered her – an obvious absence in the theory she was building.
“Where is Aigis…?” She muttered, frowning at the terminal.
“I’m right here!”
Startled, the redhead spun around, but she was too late to react. Somehow, the blonde gynoid had snuck up right behind her – and as she turned, Aigis leaned in, pressing a kiss directly against her lips.
Instantly, Mitsuru found herself frozen in place. She couldn’t move – not even an inch. Not a single muscle obeyed her commands. She was just stood staring at Aigis in shock, unable to even adjust her expression. What… what was this?!
Aigis, for her part, was smiling happily. “Oh good!” She was saying. “Thank you, Mitsuru. I was worried you were going to put up much more of a fight.”
What!?
Naturally, the robot didn’t answer the redhead’s silent question. Instead, she just wrapped her arms around the woman’s middle in a low hug, and then easily lifted her straight off the ground. If she were capable, Mitsuru’s eyes would have grown wider than dinner plates in shock – but since she wasn’t, all she could do was stare over Aigis’s head as the android carried her over to the middle of the room.
As situations went, it didn’t feel like this one could get any worse – but then it did. From out of the shadows, three more figures appeared. All of them were familiar, but… different, in very distinct ways.
“Well alright, y’got her! We didn’t need ta’ fight her down here after all. Great job, Sis!”
“Hey Mitsi! Wow, you look, like, super hot today~”
“Like, I’m super sorry for the trouble, Miss Mitsuru. Don’t worry, you’ll totally feel way better about it once we’re done!”
Labrys, still in possession of both of her arms – though, didn’t they look different from normal? They almost seemed… human…
Fuuka, almost impossible to recognise. There was no way that this was the same woman that the redhead had seen only that morning. Her casual clothes had been replaced by a skimpy, tight tube top and miniskirt, which wrapped around curves that she definitely had not possessed before. The starkest difference was in her eyes, though – her gaze was utterly vapid, devoid of the merest spark of intelligence, but it slid over the frozen executive with a lusty hunger that would have made her blush if she was able.
And finally, Yukari. Ordinarily, Mitsuru would have been delighted to see her best friend in a maid outfit like that, but this was hardly the time or place. And indeed, it was obvious that she had been affected by the strange changes the others were exhibiting too. Her chest had never been that large – Mitsuru definitely would have noticed. Nor had she ever looked quite so… submissive. Her expression was utterly humble and apologetic – completely unlike the normal Takeba.
What the hell had happened to everyone?
“I am sorry for the distress you are undoubtably feeling,” Aigis said – once again planting a tender kiss on her boss. Her lips felt soft… “But this is a temporary measure. Once you learn to love our goddess Aphrodite as we do, all will be well again.”
Oh hell. This was really, really bad.
“Right!” Labrys stepped up, grinning eagerly. “Don’tcha worry, everythin’s gunna be fine! Once you let the goddess of love int’a your heart, you’ll feel better than ever! And then the five of us can get to work fillin’ the whole wide world with love! Won’t it be great~?”
The implications of what she was saying rolled through Mitsuru’s head like lightning. A goddess? The only gods they had ever encountered had been Shadows. If Labrys and Aigis had encountered a shadow powerful enough to corrupt them, then that shadow could also be responsible for the changes in Fuuka and Yukari. In which case…
“It totally will,” Labrys was practically skipping as she moved around behind her (former?) boss. “Just let me handle the hard parts – my new hands will help you get with the program.”
Damnit, this was a disaster. Whatever they were about to do to her, she had to resist it. She couldn’t allow them to change her. If she ended up like her friends, the whole world might actually be in peril from the threat they’d pose…
But as Labry’s oh-so-human feeling hands settled on her shoulders, Mitsuru knew this wasn’t going to be an easy fight.
“Okay!” The robot cheered, her hands gently massaging the redhead, sending a tingle down her spine. “Let’s take it in turns! Yukari, why don’t you go first? You know her best, after all.”
For a moment, Mitsuru held out hope – hope that her friend would fight back against whatever had been done to her. That their bond, one of the strongest she had with another human being after having been best friends for so long, would enable Yukari to resist, just for her sake.
But her heart sank as she saw the woman’s face. She could see in the brunette’s soft smile that she had no intention of sparring her.
“Like, sure thing, Miss Labrys.” The maidified actress nodded, before fixing her eyes on Mitsuru. “Oohh… Let’s be, y’know, gentle. Let’s make her a total lesbo who’s, like, just obsessed with titties~” She cupped her own big bust for emphasis, proudly showing off how good her curves looked in her tight uniform.
“Oho, excellent choice!” Labrys giggled. “I bet she was most of the way there already!”
What? No she wasn’t. Why did people always assume- Oooh. Oh, oh dear. That felt good.
Despite her paralysis, a half moan, half grunt still managed to slip out of her throat as Labrys got to work massaging her scalp. The gynoid’s hands may not have been robotic anymore, but they still had a robot’s precision and agility, and she was using every drop of the stuff that she had to make her captive’s head feel simply heavenly.
“There you go,” the blue haired bot whispered. “Doesn’t that feel nice? You’ve always loved the touch of a woman, right?”
Nnn… So that was their game. She could feel an unfamiliar power trying to slip into her head. Every stroke and touch of Labrys’s fingers made it grow more intense – made her words ring louder inside Mitsuru’s skull.
“Let’s face it, everyone already knows ‘bout you and Yukari…”
It was difficult to force it back, especially with Labrys gentle fingers doing everything they could to relax her. But…
“It’s just the truth, ain’t it? You’re just int’a girls, nothin’ to be ashamed about…”
But she was Mitsuru Kirijo. She was a woman who had been fighting since she was a child against these twisted forces – and she was not about to give in now!
“Huh.” Labrys paused. Even though she was standing behind her target, the redhead could hear the frown in her voice. “That’s weird. It ain’t workin’.”
Thank god. Very well, she could resist this. It would be a task, but she was capable. This paralysis couldn’t last forever – they’d already said it was temporary. That just meant she had to endure long enough for it to wear off – and then she’d go for her Evoker. Labrys and Aigis together would be a challenge to fight, but she had a shot, at the very least.
“Is there a problem?” That was Aigis’s voice. She sounded worried.
“Yeah. I dunno how, but she’s resistin’.” Labrys leaned around her to give her a disappointed look, lined with concern. “C’mon, Mitsuru, don’t y’wanna let love into you life?”
No, thank you. She had plenty enough to be doing as is already.
But it was painful to see her friend look so worried for her. It was clear that she was genuinely trying to help – if her own mind hadn’t been so addled, it would have been sweet. Instead, it was just dangerous.
“Sis, do ya got anythin’ to help loosen her up? My new hands alone ain’t gunne be enough for this one.”
“I’m afraid not.” The blonde shook her head, pouting. “Our goddess didn’t have much power to spare, and I’ve already used the gifts she gave me on Fuuka. Perhaps I should have saved one for this…”
“Um, like, can I say something?”
The two robots blinked, and then turned to the speaker, with Mitsuru’s frozen gaze following after them, concerned. Yukari? Why was she speaking up?
“So, I think I’ve got an idea to, y’know, get her to relax a lil’. Mind if I give it a shot?”
“Huh.” Labrys thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Sure! Like I said, you’ve got the best odds with her!”
Aigis just shrugged. “By all means.”
Uh oh. Well. This wasn’t ideal, but Mitsuru remained confident. She’d resisted this corruptive magic once already, so she was sure that she could-Why was Yukari unbuttoning her shirt?!
“Y’see…” The maid was back to smiling gently. “Miss Mitsuru here acts, like, totally tough and stuff… But really, y’know, you just need to know how to handle her~”
What was that supposed to-Ooohhh!!!
Pleasure flashed through the redhead’s mind as Yukari unclipped her professional bra and set her hands over Mitsuru’s chest, giving it a gentle massage of its own. The surprise of it was easily enough to crack her normally insurmountable defences – but the maid quickly proved to be very, very good at this kind of thing, and the flowing pleasure was more than enough to start widening the crack.
She barely noticed as Labrys’s fingers returned to rubbing her scalp, or as that familiar voice began whispering in her ear again.
“There, see? You’re really enjoying Yukari touching you right now, ain’t ya?”
Yessss… She couldn’t deny it. The pleasure alone was enough to make her forget she should even try – and soon, the memory of ever having done so was massaged right out of her brain.
“Of course y’are. Why wouldn’t a great big lesbian like you like a girl feelin’ ya up?”
L-Lesbian? She- She wasn’t… Ooohhh, ahn, Y-Yukari, when did you learn to do that?
Any remaining objections about her sexuality were forgotten a moment later when Yukari started outright sucking on her tits, and were then utterly erased from existence as Labrys rubbed her thumbs in circles around on Mitsuru’s temples.
Of course she was a lesbian! Was there ever any doubt?
“And I bet yer’ a real tit-fiend, too, ain’tcha? Can’t get enough of those big ol’ boobs~”
W-well, that… She liked girls, sure, but calling her a tit-fiend might be a bit-Ah! Oh, oh that felt good!
“Oh, like, hey there Miss Fuuka!”
“Move over slut, I wanna turn too~”
The force of not one, but two fanatical sluts squeezing and sucking on her breasts was far more than Mitsuru was ready to handle. Her mental defences, already wedged, now began to crumble.
Tits? Oh hell yes, she loved them! The feeling of Yukari and Fuuka’s boobs pressing against her as they squabbled over her own chest was positively making her drip! God, she wished she could move, just so that she could return the favour!
O-or so that she could escape… r-right…
“That’s more like it!” Labrys sounded so relieved. “Great! Okay then, Fuuka, why don’t you suggest something next?”
“Hm?” The green haired bimbo looked up, blinking, before nodding. Backing up for a moment, she started sucking on a single long nailed finger. It was clear she was having trouble deciding – either because of the abundance of options, or because of her sharp decline in intelligence. Whatever the issue, it didn’t last too long. “Oh, I know! Mitsi’s always had, like, an amazing figure, but she’s always, y’know, wearing tons of clothes and stuff over it! Make her clothes totally skimpy – no more hiding away, you’re a total slut now~!”
Wha- H-hey, there was nothing wrong with her fashion sense…
But clearly, everyone else thought differently, because Labrys didn’t hesitate for a second. Her hands swept down, massaging Mitsuru’s shoulders, and then her sides, down her hips, and then her thighs. A tingling sensation followed everywhere she touched – and then, to the woman’s shock distracted shock (Fuuka had gone right back to her chest), her clothing began to shrink.
Her sensible business pants split into two at the thigh – the lower half turning into dark netted nylon stockings, while the upper part merged together to become a tight black mini-skirt. Her white shirt slid upwards, tying off under her tits and exposing her toned belly, while her black jacket just outright vanished. A simple sweep of those magic palms, and her entire outfit was sluttified.
“And just t’make sure it takes…” Labrys returned to massaging the redhead’s scalp, fingers working the mind beneath it easily now. “You’ve always been a skimpy dresser, right Mitsuru? You love showin’ off that body!”
Ooohhh… Yes, damn right she did… She’d worked hard to be in such good shape over the years, why not let the world appreciate it? Ahh, mn, god that felt so good…
“Perfect! Alright, Sis, what’cha got?”
“I believe our leader should try to sound more regal,” came Aigis’s confident tones. “She will be announcing our goddess to the world, after all. She needs to present the right image.”
What was that supposed to mean?
“Uh. Lil’ more specific, Sis?”
“Make her speak in third person.” The blonde nodded. “That would be much more appropriate, according to my internet scans.”
“Uh… Y’know, why not? Sure thing. Anything for my lil’ sister!” Her fingers started working again, sending a cloud of confusion through Mitsuru’s already addled mind. In her distracted state, she was in no position to notice as a few more words were scrubbed out of her head. Just a few unimportant ones, like ‘me’, ‘myself’, and ‘I’.
‘What… What are they doing to Mitsuru…?’
“There we go. No, as for me,” Labrys’s voice made it clear she had a wide grin on her face. “I just want in on the fun, so I’mma make some room.”
Mitsuru frowned – still in confusion, and at this point too dazed to notice that her body was starting to move again – trying to work out what she could mean. She could feel the gynoid’s hands sliding down her shoulders, and then down around her chest, until both were-Oooohgodshewasnevergettingusedtothat!
But it was a different feeling entirely now that Labrys was massaging her chest. The tingling sensation that trailed after her fingers built up quickly inside her tits, making an already sensitive part of her body even more so. And soon enough, it really felt like there was even more chest for her to massage…
Which, of course, there was. Both Yukari and Fuuka squealed with delight as Mitsuru’s tits expanded in front of them, swelling up big and proud like beach balls. Over the course of an incredible massage, she went from the smallest member of their little trio, to the largest by a significant amount. Just as was fitting for a servitor of Aphrodite.
This time it was a full moan that escaped from her throat. She couldn’t help it – the pleasure was simply too much. Her breasts had already been overstimulated, and now there was even more of them to suck, squeeze, pinch, and lick – activities that the bimbo and the maid were very quick to get to work on. By now, the legendary Ice Queen of the Kirijo group was practically putty in their hands.
And yet, Labrys still wasn’t satisfied, even as she pulled back. “Hm. Is it just me, or does it still feel like she’s missin’ somethin’?”
“You are correct, my beloved~”
Mitsuru blinked as everyone else in the room stiffened. That sound… It had been faint, but she thought she’d heard a voice…
“Goddess?” Labrys looked around, eyes sparkling. “Is that you?”
“Yes, my darling.” That voice again… The shadow goddess? It looked like the others could hear her too – better than her, in fact. “Your love has given me enough strength to reach out to you. Soon, you will be enough to restore me to my full power… But first, you must finish your work. Anoint this one with my symbol, and usher her into my worship fully. Only then will she join you as one of my beloved.”
She… She wasn’t finished? Was that why the voice was so faint? Then maybe there was a chance to…
But it was far too late for that. “Oh, of course! Your wish is my command, Goddess!” And Labrys’s fingers moved to the tips of Mitsuru’s nipples and pinched…
“Mmmn~!” The redheads eyes rolled up in her head as she felt the cool feeling of metal settle against her bare flesh – a twin pair of small, rose-engraved silver medallions dangling from her nipples. A moment later, she felt Labrys’s fingers circle her neck, leaving a silver necklace medalion with a bigger rose engraving on it nestled between her breasts, and then a pinch in each of her ears, leaving another pair of roses hanging from them.
Clad in the symbol of Aphrodite, she could do little more than groan in delight as she felt the power of the goddess flow into her, through her, soaking into every cell… And washing away every last trace of resistance she had left. “My goddesss…!”
She fell to her knees, pink light shining around her as she was wrapped in the embrace of the divine. Around her, that holy voice rang out – and now, she heard it louder than anyone.
“You’ve done well, beloveds.” Aphrodite was clearly pleased. “But there is one among you whom I would give a special reward. You, Yukari.”
The maid blinked, her eyes going wide. “Me, Goddess?”
“Indeed. If not for you, my newest disciple might never have been brought into the fold.” The light curled around the tamed redhead possessively. “Thus, I offer to you the final choice. She will serve as my priestess, my voice to spread love throughout the world until I am fully restored. Tell me – how do you believe she can best fulfil her duty?”
Mitsuru was still in a daze – too full of her goddess’s power to wonder what her words might mean. But through it all, she could see Yukari’s satisfied, submissive smile, and she knew the brunette had an answer.
“My goddess, please.” The maid bowed her head and curtsied. “Make her a porn star, so that she can be seen and loved by everyone the world over.”
A chuckle ran through the air. “How like an actress. Very well – we shall make her a star. At least, until she returns to serve as my voice directly.”
Mitsuru didn’t hear any of that – she was too distracted by the lightning pleasure crackling through her mind. It was relentless, erasing old knowledge she’d no longer need – how to run a corporate empire, how to eat a burger in a fast food join – and replacing it with skills she absolutely required. How to bounce and jiggle for the camera, how to get a girl off with just her tongue in five seconds, how to lock a babe in a tantric orgasm for hours with a touch…
Oh yes, she was going to be the best thing to hit the adult stage in centuries – since the last chosen of Aphrodite, in fact. Though, of course, she would only ever work with women. Men just didn’t interest her.
Aphrodite’s power gathered around her, and the other women present all felt themselves start to drip, just from being in her presence. The world wasn’t going to know what hit it.
In fact, that might be a point of concern…
Yukari was the one to bring it up. Even if she sounded like a bimbo, she still had a working, if submissive, brain. “But, forgive me, my goddess… Like, won’t someone notice the changes n’ stuff?”
“Worry not, beloved. This is all part of the plan. Once you return to me, I shall be able to make a copy, an illusion, of the old self of my priestess. She will run things as normal for your group until the world is safely under my rule and protection once more. After that, there will be no further need for other protections against the shadows – I shall keep the human race safe, so that it may forever supply me with the love I need.”
“Ahhh.” The four of them nodded. That made sense – or, at least, it made sense to them now, thoroughly brainwashed as they were.
But finally, the energy stopped. The voice of the goddess faded, and the five ladies were left alone in the basement. And Mitsuru was left kneeling on the floor, her incredible chest heaving as she drew in air at long last.
Yukari was the first to approach, clearly concerned. The redhead had just served as a direct conduit to the goddess, after all. That had to have taken a toll. “Miss Mitsuru?” She called softly. “Are you, like, okay?”
The redhead’s eyes lifted – and Yukari gasped at the lustful fire she saw burning within them.
“Oh yes,” the porn star purred, rising back to her feet with a smug smile. “Mitsuru feels just fine. In fact…”
Her arm wrapped around the maid’s back and pulled her in, their chests mashing together as she planted a soul searing kiss on the smitten brunette. “Mitsuru is very pleased,” she whispered as their lips finally parted. “You’ve been a very good girl, Yukari.”
The maid practically came on the spot.
“And don’t worry, Fuuka.” The redhead switched her attention to the pouting bimbo. “Mitsuru will be sure to fuck you soon. You can be the guest star in her first movie released in the goddess’s name~”
“Ooooh, I super can’t wait!”
“And as for you two…” She turned to the two androids, who were watching with barely contained joy. “Thank you both. We owe you a great debt for enlightening us – and Mitsuru does not forget such things. For now…” She offered her hand out to them. “Shall we find our goddess in person? Mitsuru believes it is time to grant your wish.”
She knew all about that little detail now, of course. The goddess had shown her all.
Aigis and Labrys shared a glance and a smile, before both reached out and took her hand.
“Thank you, Mitsuru,” the blonde said, looking close to the verge of tears – happy ones.
“There’s nothing we’d love more,” the blunette followed, just as delighted.
“Mitsuru knows,” the redhead nodded, pulling them into a very chesty hug – and taking the chance to grope them both in the process. “Your love of humanity, Fuuka’s love of fucking, Yuukari’s love of serving, and Mitsuru’s love of everything, will feed our goddess well. Now, let’s hurry.” She winked. “Mitsuru needs to get back to work. There are so many pornos she wishes to make – and all of you will be her special star guests~”
Yes, as she led her companions out of the basement, and out of the HQ entirely, on an eager pilgrimage to their goddess’s embrace, one thing was certainly clear.. She might have been enslaved to the whim of a powerful shadow, her body and soul rewritten as the lustful deity pleased, but she was still a workaholic. Some things never changed~
