Corneo’s Mansion

Morning light filtered weakly through the cracks in the basement shelter. The survivors of Sector 7 moved like ghosts. Barret sat in silence, gun-arm resting across his knees. Aerith distributed what little food she had scavenged. Tifa cleaned blood and dust from her hands at a rusted sink.

Cloud stood apart, Buster Sword leaning against the wall. The weight of the dead settled heavy on all of them. Jessie. Biggs. Wedge. Hundreds more crushed under the plate.

Aerith approached him quietly. “There’s a man in Wall Market who knows things. Don Corneo. He deals in information and girls. If anyone can tell us where Shinra will strike next, or how to hurt them, it’s him. But he only talks to women he finds interesting.”

Tifa overheard and wiped her hands dry. “Then we go. I’ll get his attention.”

Barret grunted. “I’ll wait outside with the others. You two handle the talking. And Cloud, keep your sword ready. That place is a pit.”

They left the shelter under the cover of the ongoing chaos above. Sector 5 bled into the neon filth of Wall Market. The streets stank of perfume, sweat, and cheap alcohol. Girls in short dresses leaned against doorways. Men with too much money and too little shame filled the clubs.

Tifa changed in a back alley behind a closed shop. She stripped down to nothing, then pulled on a tight red dress that barely covered her ass and pushed her tits up high. No panties. Heels that made her legs look endless. She turned in front of Cloud for inspection.

“Think he’ll notice?”

Cloud’s cock stirred hard against his pants. “He’ll notice.”

Aerith watched from a few steps away, cheeks pink. “I’ll go in with her. Two is better than one for a man like that.”

They entered Corneo’s mansion through the main doors. The place was all gold paint and cheap luxury. Guards eyed them openly. A servant led them upstairs to the Don’s private chambers.

Don Corneo was a fat, sweating man in a silk robe that did nothing to hide his gut. He looked Tifa up and down, then Aerith, and grinned wide. “Well well. Fresh meat. And pretty. Very pretty. Come closer, girls. Let Uncle Corneo get a good look.”

Tifa stepped forward without hesitation. She let him run his hands over her hips and the curve of her ass. When he squeezed her tits through the dress she only smiled. Aerith stayed close, playing the shy one, but she didn’t pull away when Corneo’s fingers brushed her waist.

Cloud waited in the hallway outside, listening. The conversation inside turned quickly to Shinra. Corneo bragged about friends in high places, about a special package being moved through the city, about something big planned at the upper plate. Tifa kept him talking by letting him paw at her. When he pulled her onto his lap and shoved a hand under her dress, she spread her legs just enough to keep him interested.

Aerith caught Cloud’s eye through the cracked door and gave a tiny nod. They had what they needed.

Corneo never saw the end coming. Tifa drove her knee up hard into his groin. Aerith smashed a heavy vase across the back of his head. The Don crumpled to the floor, groaning and clutching himself. Tifa stood over him, dress still hiked up, and delivered one clean kick to the side of his head that put him out cold.

They left him there and slipped out the back way. In the alley behind the mansion Tifa shoved Cloud against the wall, yanked his cock free, and wrapped her fingers around it. She was soaked from the performance. She hiked the red dress up around her waist, turned, and pushed back onto him. Cloud sank into her cunt in one smooth thrust. She was dripping wet and burning hot. He fucked her hard and fast against the brick, one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, the other gripping her hip. Wet sounds filled the alley. Tifa came quickly, body shaking, cunt squeezing him in tight pulses. Cloud followed a moment later, pumping a thick load deep inside her.

Aerith watched from a few feet away, breathing faster than before. When Cloud pulled out of Tifa, cum already leaking down her thighs, Aerith stepped in, dropped to her knees, and cleaned him with her mouth. She licked every trace of Tifa’s slick and his own cum from his cock, then sucked him until he was hard again. She didn’t ask. She just stood, lifted her pink dress, and guided him into her own wet cunt. Cloud fucked her against the same wall, slower this time but just as deep. Aerith moaned softly into his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, until she came with a full-body shudder. Cloud emptied another load inside her before setting her down.

They fixed their clothes in silence. Tifa’s dress was wrinkled and damp. Aerith’s thighs were shiny. Cloud’s cock was finally softening.

Barret met them at the edge of Wall Market, still angry and grieving. “You get anything useful?”

Tifa nodded. “Corneo talked. Shinra’s moving something important through the upper city. And they’re not done with the undercity yet.”

The group turned toward the next set of stairs that led higher into Midgar. Sector 7 was ash. The Don was out cold in his own mansion. And the path toward Shinra’s heart was starting to open.