Putting a Parasite in its Place

You smirk as you look down at the inner tube around Crona’s waist, the pitch black circular object warping and twisting until the relatively small upper body and head of Ragnarok appears from the shadowy mass, “Well, well, good to see you again you parasite. I have to say I’m pretty shocked that you’re doing something helpful for Crona-hime.”

Ragnarok gives you a glare as he crosses his small arms, those screw like eyes squinting in rage as he speaks, “Not like I got much choice here now is it you bastard? Either help the brat or you pick me off? I think the choice is pretty crystal fucking clear eh?”

With a soft chuckle you shake your head, “Ah Ragnarok, I think you’re forgetting a second option here.”

“Oh?” Ragnarok spits, “what’s that yah ass ho-“

In the blink of an eye one of your hands grabs hold of Ragnarok’s skull, your bare hand clutching the pitch black and bald dome of the blood born creature as you speak with an errie and deadly calm, “Yeah, you act like a perfect angel for Crona-hime and stop calling her a brat and I don’t feed you blood thinners until you can’t so much as think about forming your body outside of Crona-hime again.” Your hand clenches harder as Ragnarok shivers, his entire form quivering as you growl, “Do we understand each other?”

“F-Fuck,” Ragnarok whispers, his head weakly nodding in your grip as it mumbles, “Crystal sir.”

“Good,” you say with a cheerful grin, your hand moving away from Ragnarok with a happy smile, your gaze turning to Crona as you speak, “I’m sorry about that Crona-hime.”

“N-No,” Crona mumbles with a deeply embarrassed flush on her cheeks, her mouth opened in a tiny smile as she speaks, “i-it’s not a p-problem…th-thank you John-kun.”

After a few more joyful words with Crona and Eruka you excuse yourself to pay attention to the rest of the girls in attendance, your feet carrying you across the sand and oddly enough directly toward the bar that houses Pip and Kukaku. With a bright and happy smile you give the two laughing women a wave, your hands sliding into the pockets of your trunks as you approach, “Hey Hime’s, how are you?”

Kukaku is the first to respond, her eyebrows rising as she gives a long and deliberate look at your body from head to toe, “Much better now…how about you Johnny-kun, enjoying the party?”

Looking over Kukaku’s seated form you notice that while her head bandages are still in place her typical and risqué clothing is gone in favor of a light red two piece bathing suit, the swirling symbol of her clan present over her right breast while in one hand sits a large and unsurprisingly empty saucer. However, the fact that her bathing suit top seems a size or two too small for her massive bust definitely draws you eye, your pants tightening just the slightest bit from the massive valley of cleavage and tit flesh presented before you, “Yeah…I think I’m enjoying it just fine Kukaku-hime.” Somewhere in the back of your mind you think you hear a growl coming from the oddly familiar serving man but you shelve is in favor of looking over Kukaku even further which draws a twinkle from the firework maiden’s eye.

“Really?” Kukaku says with a playful and flirting smile, her one hand leaving her saucer on the counter of the bar before it begins to toy with the front of her swimsuit, “well just wait until the presents come out Johnny-kun…isn’t that right Pip-chan?”

The mention of Pip causes a spark of realization to flit past your mind, your head turning to ask forgiveness for forgetting Pip’s presence, only to find yourself truly and utterly gob smacked. Seated on the stool beside Kukaku you find your eyes drawn to the amazing form of Pip, a sight that immediately causes you to realize that Pip’s uniform doesn’t to a lick of justice to her true body. Despite her seemingly rough and tough exterior Pip’s form is that of a pure and perfect hourglass, medium sized and very perky breasts seated atop curves that any sculptor would sacrifice their left hand and right leg for. Pip’s presence it only topped by her swimsuit, a soft black and white colored European style two piece that only serves to accentuate every last bit of her body.

Seeing your full attention drawn to her Pip gives you a lusty little smile, her one visible eye sparkling as she holds up her small wine filled glass, “Oui, Kukaku andt I have quite zee present for jou, Jhan~”

Swallowing deeply you try to shake off the lust filled aura these two women are giving off, a powerful wave of passionate desire flowing from them causing you to feel just a bit lightheaded, “A-And what present would that be Pip-hime?”

Pip gives you a naughty little smile as she glances at Kukaku, “Zhould vee tell heem?”

Kukaku smirks, her body taking a deep breath which seems to intensely accentuate her bust, “Hm, hm, hm…how about a little clue Pip-chan? Maybe he’ll want to unwrap it first if he got a little taste~”

“Oui,” Pip says with a melodious little laugh, her wine glass lifting to her lips as she speaks, “Jhan hast yeet to zee a TRUE French Maid~”

“Or a proper Japanese Maid either,” Kukaku grins, your brain nearly sizzling as the images run through them, “have you Johnny-kun~”

Before you can even answer the trance is broken by a deep growl, the bartender slamming his hand on the counter as he shouts, “Alright, that’s enough! Stop flirting with my sister you Shinigami bastard!”