Only one treatment for this.

“Mister Nakahara, we would like to extend our sincerest apologies.”

Sora gave a good-natured, if somewhat nervous, chuckle as he pressed an icepack to his throbbing head. Trying to hold it steady as the scaly ‘ground’ beneath him moved and slithered.

“Not at all! It was crazy back there. It’s been a few generations since I got in a riot. Could I ask you to go easy on her?”

The security guard in question, an enormous brunette constrictor-type lamia, had been enlisted by the manager as personal transport.

Both that razor-sharp, black-haired human manager, complete with pencil skirt and partially-torn pantyhose, and Sora himself, still decked out halfway between rave and clubbing attire, rode atop a gigantic tail. It must have been at least fifteen meters long.

The humbled employee whose humanoid upper body was attached to it slid through the hallways backstage, using her tail to propel them at speeds usually reserved for something that had an engine.

“Very well,” the manager nodded, adjusting her glasses. Overhead lights glinted off the lenses, concealing almond eyes. “I’ll show mercy, but only at your request as a personal friend of those girls.”

Truth be told, I’m more worried than angry. Anyone who can make those two behave or follow schedules is a **** to be reckoned with.

When they got to the dressing room, the manager hopped off, and held out a hand to help Sora dismount. He’d rarely seen any living thing move as fast as that lamia did in making tracks down the hall.

“It’s clear what ails our Hyun-ji,” the manager said, watching the snakey girl slide off, pinballing off the walls. “Do what must be done. I’ll stay out here and ensure there are no interruptions.”

Sora rubbed the back of his very pink head. “Sounds like a plan, miss…?”

“Lindgrove.”

A perfect name to fit the ‘please spank me, vice principal’ motif.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Sora said. “So, uh, Yeah! I’d better get to it! If I can convince Hyun-ji it’s in her best interest to, uh, yeah.”

It was admittedly just a touch awkward that this office lady he’d only just met knew that he was about to be feeding his cum to a friend, who was also a world-famous celebrity, who was also gay as the day was long.

“She’s stubborn, not stupid. Please, go in.” Miss Lindgrove let out a long-suffering sigh. “I’ll have my work cut out for me today because of that stubbornness.”

Yeah, this was a pretty public and spectacular fall from grace.

While he'd obviously killed his feed the moment things went south, and the knock to his noggin made sure nothing was being recorded, he double-checked, just in case. A good chance to glance at the forums, too, which were filling up at an alarming rate with wide-ranging speculation.

Yet the truth was so absurd, nobody was going to just figure it out by guessing. Thankfully.

Sora tried the door, found it unlocked, and stepped into what any true Salvatrice fan would consider the promised land. Their dressing room.

Truth be told, he didn’t look around or take in the sights. All he saw was Ya, cradling her wife, looking up in surprised relief to see this cute boy walk back into their lives. “Hey. We’ve had wireless off since before the concert, so this is a pleasant surprise.”

“Your manager knew just what to do,” Sora said. “No hesitation. So, I’m assuming by the lack of paramedics that you’re gonna live?”

Hyun-ji nodded faintly. Her wings were bandaged up, but they looked more like the kind of bindings one used to keep something in place, presumably to avoid further damage. Wings had to be light for their size, often with hollow bones… Sora couldn’t imagine that felt good.

She didn’t look the worse for wear, just exhausted. She was shaving a difficult time keeping those blue eyes open, her gaze was unfocused, and she took deep gasps. Her face was red, and she looked, and sounded, a bit drunk, if anything.

From what stuff said online, after Sora looked it up, this was just the equivalent of her body’s warning shot. The symptoms that laid ahead in future days, if no treatment was administered, would be painful and dangerous.

Even Hyun-ji couldn’t deny the necessity of taking her ‘medicine’.

“I’ll be okay… once I drink your cum…”

Sora’s heart was pounding purely out of adrenaline, and concern for his friends. Maybe some leftover flight-or-fight from the concert. It wasn’t because a busty lesbian angel was again saying such a lewd thing.

“You guys said it was more effective, uh, directly administered?”

Hyun-ji looked aside. “Even with the filters, I’m not sure I could bring myself to. It’s not that you’re unattractive, Sora. It’s just, to even see one of those things…” Even in her weakened state, she found the energy to shudder in disgust. “There are times I forget you’re a boy, and I think I could, but even a stamen’s p-penis is too much…”

Ya leaned in to her wife’s ear. “After what happened, babe, we can’t keep going at this halfhearted. I want you to get it straight, like the docs all say you should…”

Hyun-ji whimpered, shaking her head. “Darling, please…”

“... But since I’m a big softy, let’s make a deal. Two choices. Turn off all your filters, and I’ll handle getting the stuff, but you’ve gotta watch this time. The other option is getting it right from the tap, but you can keep the filters on.”

“I’m fine, by the way,” Sora said, still holding the icepack up to dull the pain in his temple.