Drinking straight from the tap.

Sora could pull down live updates off the net, but he scarcely needed to. Even the disconnected ladies could just listen, with their humanoid ears.

To the sounds of people alternately worried and angry.

A sapient stampede, carried through all those kilograms of concrete and steel.

Health problems aside, the megaplex might come down around those humanoid ears if they didn’t show a pair of hale and hearty idols to the crowds, soon.

“I can’t keep… running away…”

Sora was on the fast-track to hell; all he could do was get shamefully hard at Hyun-ji’s brave decision.

No plastic medical thing, or container, just her lovely soft lipstick-clad lips, and his throbbing, aching-hard dick. A match he fantasized about more than once in the past, though it had always been just idle thoughts before now. If his erection was just burgeoning before, Hyun-ji bringing those fantasies to live surged his arousal past the breaking point. It brought him to full mast, and strained his poor skirt, in the blink of an eye.

“Good girl,” Ya purred, not put off at all by her wife’s declaration. It was what she needed; what both of them needed. Not to mention, she seemed just as turned on by it, despite the dire situation. “Sora, can you stand? My lovely wife isn’t in a fit state to kneel.”

“I can… manage…” Despite Hyun-ji’s faint protests, and the tremor of nervousness in Sora’s knees, and maybe just a bit of damage to his brain-pan making him wobbly, he was determined to stand.

After handing off his ice-pack to Ya, who set it aside… along with his skirt.

Not really a way to be delicate or refined about putting his dick in Hyun-ji’s personal space. About eye level, though the white angel had to lean down and slump due to the sheer difference in height and stature.

Her innocent blue eyes, half-lidded in pain and weakness, were now entirely locked on that throbbing cock.

Girly as he was, down there? He was all man.

She was, for all her protests, still a woman after all. Her white dress was made to show off that chest, and restrain its motion as little as possible, so with every hitched breath, her huge breasts rose and fell, a vast overhang before her contrasting thin waist.

“Take it nice and slow, baby. Better for both of you.” Ya reached for Hyun-ji’s hand, holding it tight. Not just a romantic little gesture, though she was fond of those… it was also easier to lift that hand up, and bring it towards Sora’s rock-hard penis. “The first step is just to give it a touch. Look, it won’t bite.”

At Hyun-ji’s feather-light touch, it did leap and thicken, pulsing heavily; Sora’s arousal shot through that concrete roof from the simplest, most timid action. Given all the stress and pressure around the situation, his adrenaline was still pumping.

The half-delirious Hyun-ji withdrew at that powerful throb, or perhaps she was just a touch intimidated by the size. Either way, Ya was determined to smooth things over, guide her wife, and make it happen quick.

“Really, it looks all big and bad, but you’ve got all the power in this situation.”

Hard for Sora to deny that. Ya was the confident one, she was the one keeping both of them from falling apart. She was also the only one who hadn’t taken a bad tumble or gotten beat up recently, though she was through the adventures of her life more used to such things.

Ya was purring out of her own wiggling arousal. “You can make him feel good, you can give him what he desperately needs… and though that, he’ll give you what you need, too. A perfect arrangement. Look at these balls, baby. So heavy, so big. So full, always making more of that stuff you’re gonna be drinking.”

Hyun-ji looked like she would have rather do anything in this world than contemplate Sora’s kitsune size and production, in the form of those testicles now resting on Ya Liao’s hand like they were being exhibited.

Yet, she didn’t glance away, she didn’t voice complaint.

To the shock of both her wife and friend, she in fact leaned in to smother her beautiful face in the space connecting his balls and shaft! Sora enjoyed the heat pushing against him down there, the softness of her cheek, the puff of air as she tried to draw a breath around his balls.

Oh, right. To her, it smelled just like her wife’s pussy, quite a trick, and one that resulted in some very enthusiastic worship down there.

“Whoa there,” Sora said, nervous about his ability to stay on his feet even though almost nothing had actually happened. He felt like he was the blushing virgin in this situation…! “Like Ya said, let’s take it easy. Maybe, um… just use your hand?”

“Good idea…” Hyun-ji stuck out her tongue. “God, how did girls... manage before cyberbrain technology?"

Tons of practice.

Compared to that close encounter, she found a handjob far more palatable. With Ya’s guidance, she got a firm grip on the shaft, sliding up and down, and didn’t let up. "I suppose I can't call myself much of a lesbian anymore..."

“Nah. I know lots of lesbians that get cock on the regular. Mostly lady-cock, but hey, in this day and age, anyone can be anything... Oh. He’s not gonna last very long, which is good for us,” Ya said. “Time to put it in your mouth, baby. Just watch the teeth. That’s the biggest thing. Suck at your own pace, don’t put it very deep, and watch the teeth.”

Sora didn’t appreciate the reminder that teeth were in play, but he was too busy moaning in pleasure to care.

Hyun-ji Seong was sucking his cock, a sloppy, messy, unskilled wreck of a blowjob that he could have far surpassed centuries ago, himself.

It was glorious.

He came without reservation. Just as Ya suggested, he had a lot stored up. The building pressure let him shoot his load down Hyun-ji’s mouth. Without the smells and sounds of a a proper blowjob, she had little trouble swallowing it down like she was just drinking a lot of very sticky, gooey milk. Except for the sheer volume, of course.

Experienced girls had trouble; Hyun-ji made a mess like no other. It was probably less efficient by volume than just drinking from a cum-filled cup, but a psychological component had to be present for this weird disorder. Something that made sucking dick the ideal answer, which was the kind of answer this very pink kitsune had spent lifetimes seeking.

Hyun-ji’s lily-white dress and extremely pale, delicate skin didn’t show any of it. Even her white hair was made, as if specifically to not show a man’s cum on it.

Not that they’d be trotting her out in that sort of messy, cum-soaked appearance. Though the idea got Sora instantly hard again, to his shame.

Ya Liao, evidently, agreed. She made the little ‘click-click’ noises she always did, when she was using her cyberbrain camera to take some lovely pictures for the memories. Pictures of both of them.

“Good lord, baby, you did great. Both of you, good job. This is the start of a brilliant new partnership, that’s gonna take us to even greater heights! Sora, you can sit down, now.”

“Whew.”

Happily collapsing into the tomboy’s arms, this excessively-girly boy was happy to rest on her lap until somebody came by to get them ready to face the crowd again. By that time, Hyun-ji was a new woman, aside from the pain in her wings.

The concert was off, but everyone would be getting free tickets to the next two.

That, plus a heartfelt, tearful apology and bowing from their revitalized, beloved Hyun-ji, averted the full-scale riot. It brought things back down to a level where it was eventually safe to venture out of the building.

Sora made sure to keep a low profile as he left, brain still addled, this time with pleasure.