Forbidden Tomboy Finale – A Date in the Catacombs

The remaining days of the visit had ticked away as eventless as a diplomatic visit could be. John met people that individually were of little worth but together upped Fusion’s standing in the world by 1 or 2% from where it had been before John went there. That was not a huge increase, but every little bit counted in these matters. Plus, if the elite of the Mandate loved him, it would make the upcoming transfer of the Eastern Tributaries that much smoother.

On the final day, John, Rave and Lu Zhi managed to get together for a last date. An open one was out of the question – a tour of the catacombs and its many secrets, however, was in the cards.

They descended a spiral path, running along the outside of the Connection between Heaven and Earth, as the central jade column was called. “Legend has it all four Cardinal Beasts lent their aid in the creation of this pillar,” Lu Zhi told them.

“And the truth of the matter?”

“Only the Black Turtle and Azure Dragon aided in it,” Lu Zhi answered. “The Vermillion Phoenix was, as ever, uncooperative and agreed only to clear the land so it may be placed.”

“Ya know, I would call that helping,” Rave said.

“Then you agree with those that write the legends,” Lulu said with a shrug. She wore a scandalously short Chinese dress for the date. Had it not been for the fine materials used in it, John would have said it belonged on a stripper more than an empress. He could almost see the butt plug between her cheeks when she walked. Lu Zhi enjoyed the ‘forbidden’ aspect of their affair and he could not blame her in the slightest. “The White Tiger had been slain and was thus not present for the event. However, they say that the 50 metal mages sent in its stead counted.”

The Heavenly Jade Empress placed her hand on the surface of the pillar. John did the same, enjoying the tactile sensation of the smooth but not polished stone. A physical piece of history, enticing enough to get John’s eyes off Lulu for a short moment.

“The Azure Dragon grew a mighty tree. The Black Turtle encapsulated it in black water and ice. Finally, Tianlong wove around it a great pillar with the **** of an army’s march. The pillar marked where the Forbidden City would stand and stand it did forevermore.” She ended her dramatic recounting with a little chuckle. “If you consider being burned down once or twice to be still standing.”

“The ship of Theseus was still Theseus’ ship at the end,” John gave his thought on the matter. “The materials in it did not matter much.”

“Wanna delete that entire history lesson from tiger’s brain instantly?” Rave asked.

“What do you suggest?” Lulu asked with a growing smile.

Rave put her arm around the smaller tomboy’s shoulder. “Time for your best sashay. 1-2, 1-2, 1-2…”

To the voice of John’s first fiancée, the trio resumed walking. The footfalls of the two women synchronized to the chant, then the chant disappeared. John scarcely noticed it. He was having his brain rewired by the sight.

Left, right, left, right, the perfect butts of empress and first lady swung in unison. The overly short Chinese dress pressed into Lulu’s juicy cheeks. Rave had decided to match the attire in pink. Matched steps and matched wiggles in matched clothes created matched jiggles. Perfect, the word burned itself into John’s thoughts. There really was nothing as perfect as those two derrieres. So perfectly proportionate to their frames, so perfectly jiggly, so perfectly firm, perfectly built to pull in and hold the attention of any man capable of-

John’s forehead slammed into a crossbeam. The impact was so harsh, he actually saw stars for a moment. He blinked, shook his head, and snapped back out of his stunned state with an elbow against the nearest wall. “Do you want to kill me?!” he exclaimed, more blood in his dick than there was in his skull.

“Gamer’s Body is gonna fix that in a sec,” Rave answered, half-laughing.

“It’s not the concussion I’m worried about.” John was quite happy to have underwear enchanted to deal with the awkward position his erection should have been in. “It’s the blue balls.”

“Mhm… we’re alone enough, right?” Rave asked.

“Absolutely,” Lulu agreed.

The two women did not even have to exchange a glance. They moved up to the Gamer, then dropped to their knees in front of him.

“God, I love you,” John groaned, when his zipper was opened. Blessed was the man that had a woman that would tease him and then actually follow up on it. Eternally grateful was the man who had more than one of them.

The blowjob was more methodical than the usual he received. They did do a pleasing amount of swapping back and forth, but the primary goal was getting him off. When they meant to, his women could reliably make him reach orgasm within 60 seconds. Today was no exception. John tried to hold out for as long as he could, pride demanded that much, but when the tight ring of Rave’s glossy pink lips kept gliding back and forth over that sensitive area between head and shaft… he was just another man.

Rave stroked the length of his manhood, milking every last drop into her mouth. After that, she shared the bounty with Lu Zhi. The two of them made out, barely succeeding at keeping their dresses clean among the orgasmic trembles. Cumming climax juice was definitely a big reason why he got this kind of service as often as he did.

“A bunch of our dates start with you needing a blowjob,” Lulu pointed out, then took the glass of water from John. She took a sip, wiped her mouth off with a hot towel, took another sip, then received a chewing gum to get the remaining taste out of her mouth, if there was any. All of that was for his benefit.

While she and Rave went through the post-BJ procedure, John reflected on the comment. “I guess so,” he admitted. “Although I will not be blamed for needing release when you dress like…” the two women stood up, love juices visibly glistening between their practically fully revealed thighs, “…that.”

“That’s slutty haremette-blaming,” Rave tutted.

“We can’t be held responsible for your lack of self-control,” Lulu agreed, putting a hand on her hips.

“That’s true to a degree, but if you play the teasing game, you miss your period,” the Gamer answered.

“Psh, we haven’t even done anal,” Lulu pointed out.

“And I do so thoroughly regret that,” John groaned, “but there’s an order to these things.”

The imperial tomboy’s disappointed frown turned into an easy-going smirk within a fluttering heartbeat. They did not linger on the topic nor did they stay in the spot any longer. “Did you end up forgetting the history lesson?”

“No, I do still remember all of that,” John answered. “Although I missed whatever you said after.” He decided to get between his two dates, before they could hypnotize him again with their bottom-heavy curves.

“Good thing I didn’t say anything then,” Lulu answered with a wink.

The air got notably cooler when they stepped beneath the earth. The jade pillar continued alongside them, even as they descended deeper and deeper. It ultimately disappeared beneath the floor of a round chamber. Whether it continued beyond it, John couldn’t say. ‘I wonder what would happen if I used the Overclock Possession on it,’ he thought.

The ability lifted Possession’s limitation on the object having to be a continuous one, allowing him to take hold of complex structures. More important for this idea was that it also lifted the size limit.

A little fantasy of finally using that first Overclock of his. A fantasy that went unfulfilled.

The Heavenly Jade Empress pointed at a door. It was one of many, evenly spaced out along the walls of the circular chambers. “The Secrets of the Third Dynasty will make for the best viewing, I think.”

“Are all of these paths dedicated to a dynasty?” John asked. There were no markers to any of the doors, likely to make it harder for anyone that made it this far to know where any one artefact they desired was located. What was locked away from the public and what was used in wartime to protect them was often the same.

“No,” Lulu answered, while her hand pressed on his back. The little pressure got his feet moving. Together, the three of them approached the door. “The names are without a greater pattern. Only the initiated know where what is located.”

Lu Zhi manifested a jade key in the air. It was a complicated thing with protrusions all around. John did not look at it too closely, to not commit it to memory. There was no reason for it other than he felt that it was appropriate to do so. Lulu flashed him a little smile. Various mechanisms within the thick door clicked and clunked, then it was drawn up into the ceiling.

Behind it was a long corridor, with no room in sight. Every couple of metres, an alcove contained some kind of item. Lu Zhi snapped her fingers and lights lit up the length of it.

Even down here, the walls were artfully decorated. There were none of the usual pictures. Rocks and wood had been carved elsewhere and placed down here afterwards. It was clear that the minimum number of people possible had been allowed to partake in this project. As they entered the path, Rave pointed at the wall to their left, guiding their gazes to dozens of lines of old Chinese characters. Names, as John realized after deciphering the outdated scripture. “What’s that about?”

“That’s the names of the architects and the builders, eternalized for the sacrifice they have made for the nation,” Lu Zhi answered.

“What, did they wall them in?” Rave asked. Lu Zhi’s silence said everything. “Seriously?”

“It was the practice at the time,” she answered.

“It’s not entirely without merit, to play devil’s advocate,” John chimed in. “If the builders and architects become part of the structure, they take the secrets of it with them. In terms of securing a secret, it’s the more honourable thing to do. Other secret societies may just take them out back and shoot them.”

They moved on from that topic and stepped up to the first item. “We have here the legendary Orb of Lu Bu,” Lu Zhi told them.

“Ah, so he was an Abyssal.” John looked at the sphere of polished brown. “Is it wood?”

“Yes. Legend has it that he was the wielder of the Azure Dragon’s power at the time – yet another example that invoking that power often leads to more trouble than it is worth.” Lulu gestured at it, but made sure not to touch it. There was no glass between them and the object. “It is said that this sphere allows the user to see the path to their goal, but the path is always one steeped in betrayal.”

“I… have potentially bad news for you,” John said, after scanning through his Observe window.

“It’s fake?” she asked, unsurprised.

He just nodded and she sighed. “Does that happen often?”

“I would never speak ill of my predecessor… except that I will, because he deserves it. He had a habit of handing out relics in exchange for favours, but he also sought to cover his tracks by leaving replicas in their place.” She pulled him forwards. “Now, help me identify the other objects!”

“That wouldn’t happen to be the reason why you pulled me down here in the first place, is it?” John asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Me, use you for my own political and economic advantage? I would never!” Lu Zhi answered.

“Right, on that note, could you do me a favour and arrange a meeting between some of your officials and some of mine with delegates of the Great Sultanate? They do not respect republics.”

“Nor do they respect empresses,” Lu Zhi answered with open disdain, “but I will see what I can do.”

They stepped to the next showcase. It was a large war fan, reportedly conquered from Japan. That one was genuine. In short order, John was presented with a dragon egg (remarkably still viable), a vial of grey goo (food coloured water), an intrinsically painted volcanic rock (another fake), and a piece from the crown of Sargon of Akkad (real). It was that last one that held the Gamer’s interest for a moment.

‘How did this get out here?’ he asked Ehtra first.

‘Am I a hound that goes through space and time?’ she answered, sour as ever. ‘I can only guess that it was shattered during a battle. That happened frequently.’

“I told you before, we inherited an idea or three from the Akkadians. Much from their empire found its way into ours,” Lu Zhi whispered conspiratorially. “Although it is evident that our empire is better. After all, we are still around.”

John had cut off the connection with Ehtra already, so that joke did not fall on the wrong ears. “Now, what is that?” he asked and gestured to the next alcove. “I cannot Observe it.”

“Oooooh, that’s interesting,” Rave said and went ahead to take a look at the item.

It was a spear – just a spear. It was remarkable in how unremarkable it was in its form. A shaft, a tip, and that was it. The charred surface did hint at a history.

“This is the Cardinal Artefact of the Red Phoenix,” Lu Zhi answered. “The Renewal Spear… or whatever you want to call it. It has many names.” She put a hand on the shaft, then quickly drew it back. Gaps in the charred surface glowed with fresh heat. “It’s been down here since the last owner has been dealt with.”

“There are Cardinal Artefacts?” Rave asked.

“The spear of the phoenix, the armour of the turtle, the claws of the tiger and the staff of the dragon,” Lu Zhi listed. “We got the spear here and the armour is… somewhere in the Forbidden City, allegedly.” She scratched the back of her head, careful not to undo her twin buns as she did so. “Claws are likely somewhere in Tibet. The staff should be somewhere around the Taklamakan, but who knows?”

“I assume it’s a ‘they appear when they are needed’ sort of deal?” John asked.

“Yup… now to more interesting items!” Lulu wandered further ahead.

John was definitely staring at her ass.