Time for medicine!

“Imagine you didn’t love dick, and you didn’t sample cum like it’s fine wine.”

Sora shook his head. “Nope, sorry. Been trying for an hour, does not compute.”

Ya Liao sighed, and slipped her glittering silver ring back on. “Yeah, same here. But we have to be respectful of Hyun-ji, because that’s her life now. The docs say she should drink it every day, and fresh from the tap, if you know what I mean.”

“You just sucked my dick, and by the way were great at it. Yes, I know what you mean.” Sora finally got feeling back in that leg, though he still had a comical limp. He got dressed in an identical suit-jacket and pants which were not covered in sweat and scents. “I’m assuming doing it like this is the compromise?”

Ya nodded, picking up the medical container, suddenly a lot more heavy. And stinky, though kitsune-stink always, inherently, somehow, carried the faint scent of cherry blossoms. Not unpleasant at all.

She held it up to the light, regarding the viscous fluid therein.

“Yep. C’mon, the sooner we get this down the hatch, the longer the effects last.”

Sora had grown up a long time ago, in a very difficult cultural landscape. He felt extremely sheepish coming down those stairs, after the woman who’d just been sucking his dick, for the sake of her wife, who knew and was fine with that, and had been patiently waiting at the bar counter and nursing one of Sora’s vintage drink cocktails in the meantime.

She wasn’t even bothering to conceal her melancholy anymore. Hyun-ji the cyber-idol looked like a painting, sitting at the bar with her drink, alone. Her snow-white hair and skin just a shade less blinding all washed in the electric blues and reds of the specialty bar.

Her gigantic breasts resting on the counter, pushing that custom-made white sweater to its very limit.

Down, boy. Serious mode. This is like taking medicine. In some ways, it’s like that.

Hyun-ji glanced over with keen, half-lidded eyes, and she gagged at the mere glimpse of the full, cup-sized container of cum. It was a sordid sight, and when Ya put it on the counter like she was delivering a refill…

Sora realized she was.

Given the milky white color of her cocktail, she could just pour it in, and mix liberally with a tiny spoon. It looked the same before, and only a kitsune’s nose could have told the difference in the smell.

“Not a bad idea,” Sora said. “I mean, there’s no way the taste won’t be… you know. Sorry.”

Hyun-ji shook her head. “We’ve made provisions. After I drink this, my memory will self-classify. I won’t forget I did it, but I will forget what it was like.”

When your brain was literally a computer, you could do stuff like that.

“That’s not the half of it,” Ya said. “Anyone can delete or encrypt files. The real kicker is the perception filter we purchased, at not-inconsiderable expense. It turns the flavor of your cum… into my lady juices. Or at least, for all intents and purposes, that’s what it’ll taste like to my gorgeous wife.”

Sora rubbed the back of his head. “You guys have this all figured out, I’m impressed.”

“When my darling says we’ve tried everything,” Hyun-ji said. “She was not exaggerating. Okay. Time is of the essence, and I’ve had enough of your wonderful drink to fill me with courage. It’s time.”

With forthright and noble samurai-like resolution, the angelic picked up her cum cocktail, tilted back her head, and drank.

She didn’t take it a little at a time, she didn’t measure her drinking.

Her goal was clearly to get it all down the hatch as fast as physics, and her throat, would allow. Gulping and positively chugging on a drink that included, as a primary and critical ingredient, a man’s semen.

Sora’s cum.

A lesbian, drinking something she now needed to survive.

Looking quite pleased with the taste, in fact. There was no hint of displeasure. Sora could tell himself that was the filter, and not the real taste of his cum, but Caveman Brain wasn’t able to tell the difference.

I’m sorry, but that is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Sora didn’t have much a refractory period, but right then it was ‘zero’. He was rock-hard, and quickly found somewhere to sit down as he and Ya watched, and cheered on the angel’s drinking.

In a matter of moments, the cocktail vanished, the glass was smeared but clear, and Hyun-ji placed it back onto the counter.

She dabbed at her cheek with a napkin in the manner of a noblewoman.

“Hm. Not bad.”

Ya had the biggest, most shit-eating grin, possessing none of the necessary solemn bearing or respect or whatever she’d just asked Sora to display. Ya Liao just watched her wife drink cum, and she was fucking loving it. Not to mention, given what the perception filter was set to… “I sure hope so, babe. You’re gonna get a chance to see how close they got it later. You deserve a reward for going through with this.”

Hyun-ji scoffed. “Hardly.” She rose to her considerable height, which towered over Sora… before bowing deeply to him. “Thank you. Seriously. You’re the only person in the world we could have turned to, and I knew you wouldn’t let us down.”

Ya nodded. ‘You never have. We’re both real grateful, man.” She slapped his back.

‘So if anyone deserves a reward, it’s you,” Hyun-ji said, putting her hands together. “Ya, shall you tell him what he’s won…?” Her cheeks, already with a healthy blush that showed up brightly on such pale skin, bloomed fully into rosy-red.

“Come on, guys, I didn’t do anything heroic here today, I don’t need any-”

“A copy.”

Sora blinked. “Come again?”

“Hopefully at some point,” Ya nodded. “But for now, I’m just gonna send you my taste as compensation.”

The taste of Ya Liao’s pussy.

A tiny messenger window popped up in the corner of Sora’s eye, from the same devilish woman grinning down at him.

[If you keep this up, you’re gonna get the real thing too. Hope that’s enough to keep you in suspense until next time.]

It sure was!

There really wasn’t any way to go back to small talk after a spectacle like that, and the dinner had wrapped up, anyhow. So the two grateful celebrities put back on their coats, enabled the disguise mode to conceal them, and stuffed their wings back up to prepare for another trip.

Sora waved from the counter, until they were gone.

Then, he marched upstairs to his personal bathroom, and he didn’t leave for quite a while.

Ya and her mixed metaphors were all too right.

This would mark a shift in a friendship that predated the very notion of the computer chips now letting Sora have his ‘free sample’ as he furiously jerked off.

Whew.