Mahmuna shows the council what she, Rebecca, and Haruka/FV are up to

"S-So... How do you operate it? Oh... Eeep! Thanks... S-S-So, if you look at what Ensign Goshin tells me is Camera D, you'll see exactly what all of us are engaging in together!" The genie squeaked, moments after leaving the captain's chair. A short moment later, the view switched from the captain's view (Camera A) to the comm's officer's station (Camera D). With this camera, the council would be able to survey the situation fully, as the android displaced the genie's loincloth from her behind, then pulled aside the narrow white strip of silk on the back, exposing her asshole and pussy the same way the captain's were. With her new technique, the ensign cupped one hand to the genie's slit and began to work it back and forth, while still using the baton on the captain.

"Dear God..." the most senior member of the council murmured, looking back and forth at the other members. They were all broadcasting from different locations, in truth, so what appeared to be a unified room was actually like a bunch of confused conference callers. "Is this an enemy trick?"

"M-Missing Memory is actually inside the captain right now!" the genie answered, panting erotically as the other woman's fingers moved further into her slit.

"Dear God!" the same man from earlier exclaimed more loudly. "Missing Memory! Are you telling me she's hacked into Ensign Haruka Goshin and this is some sort of ****?!"

"N-N-No! I mean that Missing Memory and the Captain are one person!"

"DEAR GOD!" the man screamed, standing up from his seat and tugging at his thin, gray hair. For their part, the other council members watched silently, covering their mouths with their hands and nursing various degrees of expanding boners. "You're telling me that Captain Rebecca Astara and Missing Memory were one in the same all along? That would explain how Missing Memory was always one step ahead of us! What's your name, miss?"

"M-Muh-Muuuuh!" the blue girl squealed, her third eye rolling upward with her others as her legs twitched and her feminine squirt splattered next to the Captains.

"Well, Muhmuhmuh, there's a medal in your future for your courageous report. I see the situation now: you and Ensign Haruka Goshin did what was necessary to subdue the criminal, Rebecca Astara, A.K.A. Missing Memory. We won't question your activities beyond this. Strictly off the record. Is there anything we can do to help you in the mean time?" The decorated official kept a stiff upper lip and a stiff manhood as well, while the others watched incredulously.

"I... I can... Grant wishes... If you have any...!"

"I couldn't believe it, but you're an actual genie, like from myths?! Fascinating...!" the council member murmured, rubbing his mustache with an unreadable sparkle in his eye. "You may be just what humanity needs to finally overcome the puppet master himself. I only wish that all of humanity could see this gift you've given us. It would be inspirational."

The genie hung her head and desperately clapped her hands above her head, projecting the image of herself and the captain being finger and baton fucked while bent over like dogs, squirting onto the increasingly soiled bridge floor, to all of humanity's remnants.

Jervale pressed both hands over his eyes and the fingers to his forehead, massaging gently to try to calm himself after the tedious task of figuring out where the heck Mahmuna had gotten off to. Finally, he'd found her... face down, bottom up, surrounded by her own liquids with a water-bottle nearby for support, being finger-banged by some sort of humanoid/android/AI composite. "Dare I ask how you got yourself into this? Your goal is to defeat, not to be defeated. I understand that you repelled the ship, but we have a reputation to uphold..."

"O-O-Oooowoh~! M-Master is seeing an embarrassing side of me! Please don't look, Master! I-I'm trapped on this ship and I don't know how to get back!"

"... You do realize that as a djinn, you have the power to restore yourself to this tower at any time? You should just have to clap your hands."

"Oh... Oh! It's that simple, master. I'm coming!"

"Yes. I see that you are."

"I'm coooomiiiing!"

Jervale clapped his own hands, once quietly, then louder and louder, not to applaud but instead to try and distract himself from the images he'd seen. This defender was an embarrassment to herself, but worse, to his ability to pick effective curses. The results were so ridiculous, he began to wonder if he himself had been cursed with the Curse of Inappropriate Curses. "Dear fucking lord, I wish I'd never cursed her with the Curse of Misinterpretation. Should I try wishing that to her?" He surveyed the scene one more time, then slowly shook his head. "No... I believe my life is fucked enough already."