I will have Chaos

The Liyue block burned itself out faster than the schedule had allowed.

Five hours of devoted, thorough use was all the four of them could take before their bodies simply stopped answering. Aether had rotated them without mercy — Ningguang’s ass and mouth, Yanfei’s tight half-adeptus cunt, Hu Tao’s cheerfully bouncing ride, Beidou’s newly unprotected womb taking load after load now that the seaplant was forbidden. By the time the fifth hour ended they were a tangled, twitching heap of cum-slick skin and glazed eyes, barely able to lift a hand. He had more than enough leftover time to sleep in stretches, waking only for short, greedy sessions whenever one of them stirred enough to crawl back onto him in the dark.

The last of those sessions began in the thin hours before first light.

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Beidou was reverse-cowgirl in his lap, thighs flexing as she sank down again and again, her newly claimed womb already sloshing with everything he had given her through the night. Ningguang lay on her side next to them, still half-dazed, sucking one of the captain's tits. Aether’s hands were locked on Beidou’s hips, guiding the last stretch toward another finish, the familiar tight heat of her cunt already fluttering around him as the edge rushed up—

Then the world simply emptied.

Beidou’s weight vanished mid-stroke. Ningguang’s warm presence against his side disappeared in the same instant. The other two, still sleeping in a messy pile across the lounge, were gone as well. Four bodies erased from existence in a single, silent blink. The couch was suddenly just a couch. The air where they had been felt wrong, thinned, like a page had been torn out of the room.

Aether knew the signature immediately.

The same playful, reality-bending fingerprint that had flipped the coastline during the soaker match, the same casual disregard for continuity that had once made an entire beach rearrange itself for a joke. He was still hard, still throbbing on the empty cushions, when the bungalow door opened without a knock.

Alice stepped inside wearing the exact same bright, innocent smile she had worn while presenting the gold-crested crab.

“Good morning,”
she said, as if she had not just deleted four thoroughly fucked women from the room like discarded props.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”

The smile did not waver. The hypocrisy of it — the cheerful, childlike delight on the face of the woman who had just yanked his entire current audience out of reality — sat in the air between them while Aether stared at the empty space where Beidou had been riding him seconds earlier, cock still wet and unfinished, the first pale hint of dawn not yet touching the island outside.

Alice closed the door behind her with a cheerful little click and crossed the lounge as if the four missing women had never existed.

She stopped in front of the couch, eyes flicking once to the still-hard, glistening length of him, and clasped her hands behind her back in that familiar, bright posture that made everything she said sound like a pleasant surprise rather than a statement of fact.

“I wanted to thank you properly,”
she began, voice warm and almost maternal.
“The sample you gifted me last time was extraordinary. Truly marvelous quality. The motility, the volume, the way it behaved under stress testing — I’ve rarely seen anything so cooperative. It performed magnificently in every trial I ran.”

She did not mention that the “gift” had been taken from him in the middle of a public road with a single finger and a jar, against his will and without warning. She did not mention the number of test subjects — men, women, constructs, things that had only been given wombs for the sake of the experiment — who were now carrying the results of those trials. All of that stayed neatly omitted behind the same innocent smile.

“I came to reward you in person for such a valuable contribution.”
Alice tilted her head, the picture of generous curiosity.
“And while I’m here I thought we might as well give Klee a little sibling. She’s been asking for one, you know. And from everything I’ve observed…”
Her gaze dropped openly to his cock, lingering with scientific and personal interest at once.
“…you really can put a child in anything that has a womb. Or anything that I decide should have one. Artificial, modified, originally barren — it doesn’t seem to matter. Your seed simply… takes.”

She stepped closer, the hem of her dress brushing his knee, and reached out to trail one fingertip along the wet shaft he had been about to empty into Beidou. The touch was light, almost clinical, yet it sent a fresh pulse of heat through him that had nothing to do with unfinished business.

“So,”
Alice continued, still smiling that same bright, unbothered smile,
“I think a personal reward is in order. You provided excellent material. I intend to thank you thoroughly for it. And if a new little one happens to take root while I do…”
She shrugged one shoulder, the gesture airy and completely without shame.
“Well. Klee will be delighted, and I’ll have fresh data. Everyone wins.”

She began to undress with the same unhurried cheer she brought to everything else — no seductive performance, just the practical removal of clothing by a woman who had already decided the next hour belonged to her experiment and her reward at the same time. The empty couch, the missing Liyue girls, the interrupted climax, all of it was simply the stage she had cleared so she could collect her thank-you in the most direct way possible.

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