Joker gets a “lift”

Suddenly, a cone of green light encased Ren, Makoto and the bike. While he gawked around in surprised, she merely looked up with mild awe. “Looks like your next date came to pick you up herself.”

“Wha-?” Was all he could say before a **** pulled him as Makoto waved farewell, still sitting on Johanna, his cum leaking from her pussy.

Ren glanced up and went wide-eyed as he saw the underside of a familiar spaceship, as well as an even more familiar face. “Futaba!”

“Welcome aboard the SS Necronomicon!” Futaba Sakura hollered, wearing her black and green Phantom Thieves clothes, minus the goggles.

The tractor beam continued pulling Ren up, all the way inside the ship. The interior was compact and dark, sans the holographic screens floating around, encircling him and Futaba. The two floated in zero gravity, though this didn’t hamper the flow of blood to his unyielding erection.

While this version of Futaba of indeed an adult, her skin-tight outfit showed she was still petite. She posed in a seated position and interlocked her fingers like a therapist. “So you do _come _here often, Joker?” She smirked.

Joker, still in the midst of his post-orgasmic relaxation, answered with: “It’s my first time.”

Futaba giggled. “Play your cards right, and it wouldn’t be the last.” She flicked up a finger. “Now, you’re might still be wondering about what this ‘maze’ is, well… between all the sex anyway.”

Ren cocked a brow. “How do you know about that?”

“I’m your cognition of Futaba: A girl who knows stuff! And if I don’t know something, I’ll dig until I find the data.”

“I’m sensing an oncoming info-dump.” He said.

Futaba’s expression teetered between guilty and good-humoured. “You’re not wrong, I can just give you a dull explanation about this cognitive world, orrrrr….”

“Or?”

She tapped a holographic button. From the dark regions of the Necronomicon, a dozen of smooth, dark-green tentacles emerged. The tentacles shined in the neon light like robotic snakes. One seemed to bow in front of Futaba. She petted it.

Ren glurped. “I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going.”

“Oh I know you have!” She teased, then clicked her fingers. “However, these fine appendages are here to keep things spicy while I get you into the know.”

He eyed the tentacles around him. They all seemed to be – for lack of a better word - ‘facing’ him and seductively swaying. A small part of Ren was intimidated, yet a not-so-small part of him throbbed with excitement.

Futaba held up four fingers. “You’ve got four options: One: Relax and let Mrs. Necro give you some tender lovin’. Or two:” She cackled like a witch, “Let my pretties have their way with you!” She dropped the tone before adding, “Then there’s option three: You can sit back and-” Futaba pitched her suit, “-watch a live hentai show!”

“What‘s the fourth choice?” Ren asked.

She sulked slightly and explained with an unenthusiastic tone, “The tentacles leave and I just give the info-dump.” She spun in zero-g. “So? What will it be?