Insight, the Most Terrifying Gift of All, pt 1 [Challenge] (non-canon)

“Human beings are bound by their perception. Puppets dancing on strings of information. What might seem wise in the moment may prove foolish with just a single trifling datapoint. A general would never step into a battle he knows he will lose, a person would never start a relationship they know ends with heartbreak…”

Yuki intones this with a serious look on her face, only to turn into a large ecstatic smile, tinged with malice. “I know, while I’m gathering audience feedback on how to handle Best Girl, why don’t we use it as an impromptu order? I mean, it shouldn’t affect the competition. In fact, the VP could be awarded this very moment, as the winner is whoever spent the most BP for their gift. But we’ll leave the ending for the ending. As current Best Girl, that means you go first Yua. Aren’t you lucky?” \

Yua doesn’t look like she thinks she’s lucky, but she also doesn’t try to resist. With gentle graceful steps, she walks to the bottom of the tree, lined with 8 presents. She looks at Yuki, looking for direction. Her voice only seems to leak more malice with every word. “Don’t worry, there’s no wrong answer. Well, you could get your own, but don’t worry, you won’t.”

Yua looked at the presents, all the same, and decided to reach for the one closest to her. Yuki smiled and nodded. “Good, good, I think that one is very nice for you, and a fitting choice. Now, open it, open it.”

And as Yua reaches for the seam of the wrapping paper, popping the tape from place, the world begins to grow translucent, as a dissolve consumes the shot.

“You’re not getting any younger.”

Yua grabs the tablecloth in barely constrained annoyance, as her father carves the turkey, moist and succulent. This is why I hate talking to my parents. They act like I’m a womb with legs.

Yua sits at Thanksgiving, only a couple months before the show. She couldn’t convince her mother that this was a bad idea, even though Yua knew it was at the time she was invited. Oh, do you hate us so much? Did I raise a shut-in, who spends a holiday based on family and coming together, alone and sad? Did I mention alone? God, Yua could just hear those words echo in the awkward silence that had hung over the entire gathering.

“Well, you know, it’s not like I didn’t try. You paired me up with Mark, and that didn’t go as planned, now did it, Yuichi?” It was one of the few barbs she could bear to use against her father, who had given her so much, using his first name instead of calling him Dad or, god forbid, Otosan, like she did when she was younger.

But Yua’s mother, Nanako, jumps in. “Do you expect us to fish you a husband every single time? When you keep trying to say that you’re a modern woman, and those ways are so old-fashioned? I met Yuichi when we were in college, and we had you when I was 25. You were 10 when I was your age.”

God, it’s like a broken record. “And I told you, modern women get married later. That’s true here, it’s true in Japan. Why do you think both are having lower birth rates?”

Yuichi only shakes his head. “And so much the worse for it. They let this problem get worse and worse and only now are they starting to try to handle it.” He looks at his daughter, and tries to ease the tension, putting his hand on Yua’s shoulder. “You know we love you. We just don’t want to be the only ones to love you. Or the only ones you love. I still remember holding you in my arms for the first time. The little cooing you did, the way your tiny hand grasped my finger.”

He takes a plate, lifting the sliced turkey onto it before handing it to Nanako, who walks to add sides, leaving the two alone. “You know I’m not some firm traditionalist. I named you after me, used the same kanji. I know you’re strong and smart. You’re my daughter. But you have to realize, I want to hand down our family’s company to a grandson. Or a granddaughter. And time moves ever forward.”

Yua looks at her Father, sighing. “I know. I know you love me, and I know that this conversation is coming from a place of love. But it’s so hard, finding a good man my own age. They either have children of their own and don’t seem interested in having more or they’re weirdos who never could find a girl in the first place. And there are far too many who think any woman over 25 isn’t worth the time of day, even when they themselves are 40 or 50…”

Yuichi nods knowingly. “These things are hard, I know. But you’ve been able to navigate harsh waters in business. Remember when we lost the Mendez account, just after Mark left? They were 30% of our business, and the loan payment was coming due the next month. But…”

Yua smiled. “But I closed the Kaplan deal the next day, and we were able to expand them into one of our biggest clients. I know, I know.”

Yuichi looks at her knowingly, having told this story countless times. “So, that’s what we, your mother and I, want you to do now. Mark is gone. So find your own husband to fill in the gap. Please, for your old man.”

Yua smiles, looking up at her father, old, but still strong and hearty, after retiring early. Despite the recent problems that had made her wish she was never here, she could feel her heart make an earnest wish in this moment.

I wish that I could give him what he wants. I wish I could have so many kids that he’d never need to worry about who would take over the business ever again.

Yua’s eyes opened, clearly in a different place to where she was a moment ago. She also felt her body was in a new position. And as her body shifted from unconsciousness, she felt a disconcerting feeling, as she felt something move inside her. Something kick inside her.

Yua finds herself in one of the snow globes, her legs tied on a gynecologist’s table, dressed in a hospital gown which lays mostly pooled above her stomach. Her very pregnant stomach. Her lower half is exposed, at once intimate and clinical. And beneath the whole twisted tableau is a label on the base of the globe. But instead of some far off city or some brand, there is a set of two words.

The Breeder.

Yuki leans into Yua’s vision, smiling. “Oh, aren’t you positively glowing? Don’t worry though, this appearance is just while you’re trapped in my little globe that reveals your darkest, kinkiest little fantasies. Though I’m sure you might think that’s sad, considering as how this is what you really want. You wished for it after all. But don’t worry, your Goshujin-sama will fill you right back up again, I’m sure.”

Yua looks down, her face a muddled mix of expressions. “What is… so it’ll go away soon?” Her voice sounds unsure, her mind trying to come up with whether she should be angry, thankful, neutral, worried, or some bespoke mix of all of them. “I… I accept what is happening to me.”

Yuki pinches Yua’s cheek. “That’s the spirit, mama. Just let it come. But you’re not done yet.” Yuki reaches down to the box that Yua had picked up mere moments before. She pulls out an item, placing it between her lactating breasts. The dildo is just out of the reach of Yua’s mouth. “And look at this, somebody really important to you gave you a little baby shower gift. You picked out Marika’s gift, like it was fated. Isn’t she just the sweetest, treating her exes so generously? And it’s even a boon too, isn’t that just the best option for our audience’s Best Girl? Now, let’s show our contestant what she’s won.”

The Master’s Wisdom- Takes the form of a dildo. Can be caused to ejaculate after sucking it with worshipful intent. After it does, it grants a form of clarity where they have a sense for what they must do in order to avoid disaster. Each subsequent use will increase the necessary duration of the blowjob. 10,000 BP

“I’m sure you’ll be able to use that gift to help your Goshujin-sama run the company. You’re going to be so useful to him.” The words seem to indicate the dildo, but Yuki’s hands which rub along Yua’s belly, full with child, show the true use the host envisions for her. “You’re real big, maybe twins or triplets. Shame it’s only a brief little demonstration. Though try not to get too stressed, don’t want you starting contractions.”

And Yuki walks through the glass of the snow globe, as though it is not there, as Yua whimpers unsure if it was a joke or if Yuki left her on the verge of birth about to experience so much pain. But she tries to remain calm, tries to avoid that fate, just in case.

“Now, who’s next. Callie? Callie’s next. You might not be best girl of the moment, but our audience has been quite clear you might just be best girl overall.” As Yuki reaches the place she was standing before, Callie looks back at Yua. She doesn’t move. But Yuki only waves her hand. “Now, now, we’re on the clock. I could **** you to go. Or I could eliminate you right now, Ms. First Place, but maybe I’ll just settle for knocking another 5 points off your VP. Now, now, daylight’s burning, we have a full schedule for today…”

Callie walks forward, as Yuki prattles on and on, clearly worried but not wanting to give Yuki the excuse. She looks at the front of the pile of presents, remembering Yua took the front most one. So Callie walked to the side, and grabbed the back most one. Callie looks back, and Yuki smiles, nodding for her to go ahead. Callie grabs the present, and tears the entire top side of the wrapping paper in one swipe, like ripping off a bandaid. The sparkle wipe drifts across the screen.

Callie clicks on the virtual machine she set up on her desktop. She sighs as she presses the button, the code compiling. She goes back, looking at her second monitor, checking the IT email, before checking the various uptimes and domain calls that went through the network.

Nothing. Beautiful, empty nothing. Boring, lackadaisical nothing. No fire to put out, for good or for ill. Not even a printer to set up or some old fogey who needs help with their password or connecting to the vpn.

Callie leans back in her chair, her hand going into her pocket and pulling out her phone. She looks at her carefully manicured feed, before quickly closing it. It was still 10 in the morning, she still had 7 hours of work, she'd need that for later. She opens up her web browser, and goes to CHYOA. To her page on CHYOA, where she looks at her likes on her latest chapter, before scrolling up, resetting the page. No new notifications, no new likes on her latest chapter, no new views even.

She went to the top bar, typing in Newegg. She scrolled through the marketplace, dreaming of buying things she knew she never would. It was a nice fantasy though.

God, it’s so boring. Everything is so boring. Not that I’m hoping everything catches fire, but… God, it’d at least be something.

This is the American dream after all, working hard enough so when you’re old and smart enough you don’t need to work at all. Those years studying gave me the privilege to sit on my ass and have nothing to do as my computer does all my work.

I really need to do something. I should download Tinder, so I could at least try to find something that can fill the time outside of Saturday D&D and gaming sessions the other days. But then… She sighs again audibly. But then they might realize I’m not some exciting goth sex goddess, but just some nerdy dweeb who decided to not be the plain jane I always was. But you can’t exactly go from plain jane to sex goddess in a week. And… I’m sort of scared of what you’d need to do to get there. I mean sure, I listen to hard rock, but that’s about it. I don’t take ****, I don’t go to concerts and have crazy moshpit sex. Hell, I don’t smoke and barely drink. I’m just a poser. Just a girl obsessed with fantasies.

She realizes she went back to CHYOA as she thought, still seeing nothing. As she closes her phone and pulls back into her desk as her code finishes compiling, she has one last thought before she falls back into drudgery.

I wish I could live an exciting life, where fantasy could be my reality. I wish that I could become that goth sex goddess.

Callie kneels in the snowglobe, her wrists, the backsides of her knees, and her ankles all feeling the harsh bite of hempen rope. Each point is tied to nothing, the rope disappearing at the edge of the globe. Callie moans, naked, exposed, horny. Her title inscribed beneath.

The Fantasy- The Submissive Goth Sex Goddess

“Such a wonderful little fantasy, don’t you agree? And you’re loving every minute of it.” Yuki gropes Callie’s ass as she appears in the bubble of glass. “You’re living your dream now, it’ll be a shame when you’re released back into that mundane world. When the fantasies bite that much deeper.”

From nowhere, Yuki lands a paddle across Callie’s ass, and she moans in pleasure. “There, there, don’t worry, even as you watch the others reveal their twisted little secrets, my paddle will keep you company…” The paddle swings again independently, Yuki’s hands busy rubbing Callie’s cheeks with a facsimile of love. She then moves behind her, pulling an item from the box that lays there.

“Ahhh, this is quite the lovely gift for a girl with sensitive breasts. Though you might need to get some new bras…” She pulls out a small tokkuri, a flask normally used to carry sake, and lifts it to Callie’s lips. “Drink. I’m sure you’ll love the taste.” As the paddle slaps Callie’s ass again, her lips part in a moan, and Yuki pours the drink past her lips. Callie tastes the sweetest milk she’s ever tasted, and her throat gulps the fluid down as though the thought of losing even a single drop is anathema.

As Yuki drops the tokkuri to the ground after it empties, it shatters on the floor. But Callie doesn’t even notice, as Yuki’s hands move to her breasts, kneading, pulling, squeezing. “That’s my good girl, you really are a vision dear. I prefer Asians, but you girl, you might just be one of my favorites I’ve ever seen. And Yua’s gift will only make you more beautiful. A girl with such beautiful milky skin deserves to express milk just as delicious”

Helps the Body Grow Strong- The user will lactate. This effect doubles the nutritional value of milk given to breastfeeding children. When consumed by the Master, it will increase his libido, possibly leading to multiple orgasms upon drinking enough. Other women who drink it will find themselves especially fertile. Will feel physically sick if she does not have others drink it. 4500 BP

“I’m not sure you’re interested in most of it, but I know you’re interested in the part where your Master will be given more stamina to fuck you hard…” Callie shudders and says something under her breath. Yuki seems a bit annoyed she was interrupted, until she smiles. “What was that, I can’t hear you? Why don’t you say what you said before?” Like a tape recorder, Callie’s voice sounds again, a mumbled mess.

Yuki only smiles the wider. “Let’s increase the volume, decrease the muffling, and modulate the signal.” Callie speaks again, but this time it’s like she has an asmr microphone at her lips. The words boom through the room.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

Yuki looks at her. “Oh, is that so, you want to be bred by your Master too? Well, it’s not quite keeping with the submissive goth sex goddess motif, but I think the audience won’t mind. But for being such an honest good girl, here take this.” Yuki summons a wand vibrator, turning it on, placing it on Callie’s breast as a white dot of milk forms from the stimulation.

“Now, one final touch and back to our game.” Yuki pulls a ball gag from her sleeve, tying it around Callie’s head. She smiles as it is tied around her head, not even ashamed of the vision that was shown to everyone, knowing that in a way, her wish was fulfilled.