Bookers Wrath (Part 2)

Sophia Maoulin

Sophia looked to both Olivia and Elena, before taking a deep breath and starting. “Ok, here’s my idea. A way to undo elimination, without having to eliminate two more people like Azure wants.”

Olivia and Elena leaned in, waiting on each of Sophia’s words.

“It started a few days ago. Katelyn and I stayed up for hours, using my laptop to look at every BP card they had. We were hitting a wall until I realized I already had what we needed."

“You did?”

"Yeah, it was the first thing I bought," Sophia revealed. "It’s called the Cyber Companion App. It lets me talk to a chatbot designed to resemble a person I know. I used it to speak to my roommate, Kate—not Katelyn, who was also my roommate — but whatever, you get it."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. “Uh, okay. And how’s Cleverbot supposed to help us, exactly?”

Sophia bit her lip. “Uh, how do I explain this?” She turned to Three-Sixty-One. “Can you make a whiteboard or something?”

“I can getcha something better," the imp replied. She made a sweeping gesture with her hand, summoning one of the floating screens she had used for the Sophia harem demonstration, though it was completely blank. “Just think about what you want, and it will appear.”

“Oh, okay,” Sophia nodded. “So anyway, the app came with upgrades I could purchase.”

She placed a hand on the screen, and words appeared upon it, recited from Sophia’s memory.

Cyber Companion App

Cost 5 BP

WARNING: Requires a smartphone or computer to install.

The app can replicate a digital approximation of someone from the purchaser's past to speak with. Accuracy is guaranteed to be greater than 50%. The app comes with a single save slot for a companion.

Allows for in-app purchases:

• 1 BP: Allows for perfect hosting and representation of anyone that the user provides a soul for.
• 6 BP: Increases accuracy by 10 percent. Can be purchased multiple times.
• 10 BP: Increases save slots. Can be purchased only once.
• 10 BP: Allows the digital 'ghost' of the companion to follow the user around in the real world. Only the user can see it.
• 15 BP: Allows the digital 'ghost' of the companion to track the user wherever they go in the real world. Everyone can see.
• 40 BP: Digital companion gains a physical body.
• 80 BP: Digital Companion gains a physical body and can achieve, or lose, VP for the user.

Sophia gestured to the bullet list. “This first upgrade is the key. For one BP and a person's soul, you can have them take the chatbot's place.”

Olivia’s jaw opened slightly. “Wait, you're not suggesting…”

“I am.” Sophia nodded. “We get Katelyn and John's souls onto the computer. I’d have to buy the second save slot to fit both, but that’s only 10 BP."

“Hold on, this is crazy,” Elena interjected. “I mean, even if you could do that, wouldn’t they be trapped in a computer?”

Sophia gestured back to the bulleted list. “No. Look, here. For 40 BP, you can give them a body.”

“But it wouldn’t be their body,” Elena argued. “I mean, they’d still be…”

Sophia threw up her hands. “What’s the difference? Who cares if it’s not their original bodies?" She clenched her firsts. "As long as their consciousness is the same, who cares?”

“But would it even be the same person?” Elena asked. “That sounds like a copy.”

Sophia sighed and nodded sadly. “Yes, that was one of the three big questions we had.”

“Three?” Elena repeated.

Sophia lifted her index finger. “The first question was whether you could use BP cards on eliminated contestants. Otherwise, this would all be pointless.”

“Did you find any answers?” Olivia asked.

"Yes,” Sophia nodded. “I went to Azure and asked.”

Elena’s eyes widened. “That was really risky. What if she figured out what you were up to?”

“I sandwiched the question between two unrelated ones so it wouldn’t stand out,” Sophia explained. “She told me that unless a card explicitly said ‘active contestant,’ and it didn’t directly contradict the elimination transformation, it could be used on them."

“Wouldn’t your scheme be a 'contradiction?'” Olivia argued.

Sophia smirked. “No. We’re not actually doing anything to the transformed bodies. We’re fully within Azure's rules.”

“You’re making a lot of assumptions,” Olivia warned. “But continue.”

“Anyway, I had one unknown solved, but the second would be harder,” Sophia started to pace. “I had to figure out whether consciousness was hosted inside the soul or only in the brain.”

"Huh?" Olivia asked, feeling as if she had just stumbled into a metaphysics lecture.

“What I mean is, if consciousness were only flesh-deep, then moving their soul would be pointless, since they would still be trapped in the old body. As Elena said, we would only be making a copy, without saving the original.”

“That wasn’t the only problem either,” Sophia continued. “There was also the question of Azure’s mind control. Was it bound to their souls? Would it transfer with them? If so, that would defeat the purpose.”

Olivia let out a low whistle, impressed. “You really thought this through.”

“I’m a little obsessive,” Sophia shrugged.

“Okay, and did you find an answer?” Elena asked.

“Please tell me you didn’t ask Azure again,” Olivia added.

“Of course not,” Sophia laughed, shaking her head. “There’s no way I could ask something like that without her getting suspicious.”

“So what did you do?” Elena inquired.

“I asked Alison,” Sophia responded.

“DUDE!” Elena shouted. “Seriously?”

Sophia raised her hands defensively. “I was desperate, okay? And I didn’t plan for it. It just happened.” She shook her head, sighing. “Anyway, she said that consciousness resided in the soul. Thus, moving the soul should move the consciousness as well.”

Elena clenched her jaw. “And you’re just taking her word for it? That’s it?”

“I don’t need to,” Sophia shuddered. “I’ve… experienced it.”

“What?” the two women responded.

Sophia took several long moments to consider her words, suddenly feeling very afraid. “I… I shouldn’t tell you. For my own safety, it’s better if you don’t know. I know you’d keep it a secret, but if Azure even suspects you know something… I’ll…”

She shuddered again, remembering Azure's threat.

Olivia felt her hatred towards the host flare. “What did she do to you?”

“Please don’t ask me,” Sophia begged. “I’ll just say I've felt what it's like to get my soul ripped out.”

Elena gasped. Sophia continued, afraid she would lose the nerve if she stopped. “I saw my body from the outside. It’s hard to explain, but I just felt it. My sense of self, my everything, was in the soul, not the flesh. That’s how I know.”

“Jesus,” Olivia muttered.

Sophia took several deep breaths, trying to steady herself for the task at hand. “Anyway, Alison also told me that Azure’s mind control is bound to the body, so her curse shouldn’t transfer. Though, admittedly, for that one, we will have to take her word for it.”

“Well, duh,” Three-Sixty-One laughed, startling Sophia, who had almost forgotten she was even there. “Mind control is way easier than soul stuff. Safer too. Soul manipulation can lead to all sorts of unstable monstrosities.” She shook her head. “That’s the kinda stuff a maniac like Nineteen would do, not Mom.”

“Uh, cool,” Elena said, giving her an awkward thumbs up. “Thanks, I guess.”

Sophia ran her fingers through her hair. “Anyway, with those questions answered, I had everything I needed except one thing.”

“Which was?” Olivia asked.

Sophia swallowed. “I don’t know how to remove someone's soul.”

“Oh, so just the main thing the whole plan revolves around,” Olivia groaned. “Sophia, come on.”

“I know,” Sophia admitted, her voice tinged with guilt. “I checked every single item in the shop, but none of them could help. The secret shop is my last chance.”

"You're building your entire plan on something that might not even exist?" Olivia demanded, her tone incredulous. "How can you be sure it's even possible?"

“Why else would the Cyber Companion App have the option to provide a soul, if there was no way to give one?” Sophia desperately argued. “Why include that as a gameplay mechanic if there was no way to use it?”

“I don’t know, to fuck with us?” Olivia offered. “Or maybe Azure’s just incompetent. You always talk about how much of a shit game designer she is.”

“Hey! Don’t say that about her!” Three-Sixty-One demanded, though the others ignored her.

“I know. I’m basing all of this on a dozen assumptions and a Hail Mary,” Sophia confessed. “There are a million reasons why it won’t work. But it’s still worth a try, isn’t it?”

Olivia laughed. “You’re still forgetting the most important part. Even if everything aligns, Azure will step in and stop us.”

“She can’t!” Sophia replied, though her tone showed she wasn't convinced. “I mean, we won’t have been breaking any rules.”

Olivia raised her eyebrow. “Assuming she doesn’t just change the rules.”

Sophia nodded. “Well, yeah, that’s why we don’t let her know what we’re up to until we’ve already done it.”

“You seriously think Azure cares about rules?” Olivia snapped. “I mean, do you realize how many assumptions you’re making here?”

Sophia’s lip trembled, tears forming. “I’m sorry. I know I suck at this. I really, really tried to come up with a better idea, but this was the best I could do,” she cried.

“You did a good job, Sophia,” Elena offered. “A million-in-one chance is better than no chance at all.”

“This is a bad plan that’s going to blow up in all of our faces,” Olivia grumbled.

“Olivia!” Elena cried, smacking her arm with the back of her hand.

“Yeah, it probably will,” Sophia agreed, looking away, whimpering.

Olivia let out a long sigh. “But fine, I’ll give it a try. What do you need from us?”

Sophia looked back at her. She smiled. “Thank you.” She wiped away her tears and began to outline her plan. “Tomorrow morning, we need to go to the secret shop. Olivia, you weren’t there, but there’s a special door that only a group with 400 VP can open.”

She turned to the monitor and cleared the text, replacing it with an outline of her strategy. “We’ll look at what the shop has, praying they have a way to transfer souls. But we won’t buy anything or discuss the plan out loud, just in case Azure is listening.”

She summoned the Harem Hotel scoreboard, recalling how it looked the last time she had checked it. She then pointed to the BP column. “We’ll also need to buy all the app upgrades. I’m pretty sure Azure said you can’t split BP on a purchase, but hopefully we can divvy up who gets the upgrades. We’ll be in big trouble if I have to buy all of it.”

“That’s ten BP for the save slot, forty for Katelyn's body, and forty for John,” Elena recalled. “Olivia and I can cover the body upgrades, if you can get the save slot, Sophia.”

“Yeah,” Sophia agreed. “Although we still don’t know how much BP a soul extractor might cost. We might need a ton more.”

“We still have over a week to gather BP,” Elena reminded them, optimistically. “I mean, Mrs. Wolf has over sixty as it is.”

“Exactly,” Sophia beamed. “In the meantime, we don’t talk about any of this. Not about the plan, or anything else we discussed tonight. If we absolutely have to, we do it at 3 AM, when Azure is asleep, but only then.”

Olivia crossed her arms. “You expect me just to pretend I don’t know what happened to John.”

“You need to,” Sophia replied. “We don’t want her looking into what we already know.”

“Yeah, please don’t let Azure know I brought you here,” Three-Sixty-One requested. “I don’t want her mad.”

“Yeah, let’s not get Three-Sixty-One in trouble,” Elena said, smiling, thankful that the dream master was so dumb.

“This is bullshit,” Olivia grumbled. “Fine. I’ll try,” she said, though unconvinced of her own ability to control her temper.

---

Jezebel

Levi lay motionless, semi-conscious, his breaths ragged and shallow. Though John had released his throat, a harsh, uneven rasp rattled in his chest with each attempt to draw air. A dark mark was forming on the place John had strangled him.

Meanwhile, the being containing both John and Jezebel was frozen on top of him. Their bodies grew increasingly hot as they felt Levi’s member poking their thigh.

“So, so hard,” Jezebel moaned again. “Wait… stop! Hold on,” John ordered, voice trembling. Desperately, he tried to push himself to his feet, only for Jezebel to reposition herself, straddling Levi’s hips with practiced ease. “So hawt,” she moaned, settling her weight down, positioning her gargantuan cleavage directly over Levi’s face.

She began to rock her hips rhythmically, grinding her crotch directly against the bulge straining against Levi’s pants, each downward thrust bringing her pelvis closer to his throbbing erection. Her massive breasts compressed around Levi’s face as she moved, squeezing her head between her heavy, warm globes of flesh.

“Oh gawd, so… wait, stop! Don’t you fucking… It’s sooo big, Master. Don’t you dare! Ooohhhh… Stop it!”

Jezebel ignored John’s plea; their shared body followed a higher authority than John's rage. She leaned back slightly, pulling her twin mountains away to give the semi-conscious Levi air. She then scooted back, bringing her crotch away from Levi’s.

John let out a sigh of relief as he moved away from Levi’s dick, only to turn to a gasp of horror as he felt their manicured fingers hook into the waistband of Levi’s trousers. Moving at a slow, sultry pace, she pulled the pants down, past his hips, tugging the fabric away from his groin.

“No! Please no! Oh my gawd! It’s gorgeous!” Jezebel gushed in total awe as Levi’s dick popped free, mouth salivating. John looked at it in absolute horror, while his other half thought it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

“Masteerrrr! Soooo bigggggg… No… Don’t… You can’t… Ohhh ffuuuucckk…” Jezebel began squeezing her breast, body radiating with heat as her dirty mind imagined all the things her Master's rod could do to her. She slid down, kneeling beside Levi’s hip. She opened her mouth wide, drooling in anticipation.

“No! NO! Don’t!” John begged. “Levi! Stop her! Stop her before OOMPH!”

John was cut off as Jezebel took the head of Levi’s cock, effortlessly sliding down the shaft and taking it all in a single gulp. The girl gave no gag reflex, choking, or resistance, as she gulped his girth deeper and deeper.

John tried with all his might to stop, to do anything but let out occasional cries muffled by dick. He tried to pull back, or bite down, but the cock hungry Jezebel was too determined to lose control.

As she sucked, she reached down between their legs and massaged their shared clit through her soaked pajama bottoms, causing John to despair at how amazing it felt.

The half-conscious Levi let out a soft moan, feeling the otherworldly sensation of a mouth literally made for his cock. She began to suckle with a ferocity that bordered on violent, her tongue swirling frantically around his glans while her throat muscles constricted in rhythmic, hungry waves. “Tom… o… ko…” Levi whispered, his oxygen-deprived brain fantasizing about the Asian woman servicing him.

Still maintaining her frenzied ecstatic rhythm on his shaft, Jezebel moved her hand away from her crotch to her pajamas waistband, pulling it beyond her wide hips and massive ass, and letting it pool around the swell of her thighs.

With a wet, slurping sound, Jezebel pulled back, her lips peeling away from the dripping head, strands of saliva stretching between Levi’s cock and her mouth like silver threads.

“You FUCKING WHORE… You’re DEAD! I’m going to fucking… Wait… what are you doing?!”

Jezebel was maneuvering her body with a desperate haste, positioning her soaking wet pussy directly over Levi’s erect shaft.

A cold, paralyzing terror hit John, and his mind could barely process it. “No! Please! Anything but that!”

Jezebel rolled her eyes. “Gawd, will you shut up already? You’re suuuch a buzzkill.”

“I’m begging you! I'll do anything! You can’t,” John cried.

Jezebel ignored him, slowly inching her opening closer to his dick, as John tried everything to avoid his fate. “No! You… here I come… I don’t… oh gawd… no I… so weeetttt… … plea… oh Master… no I… Hawwwttt… I don't want to AUUUUOOOOGHHHHGGGGG!”

Their eyes rolled back in wild shock as the thick, unyielding rod forced its way past their lips. A raw, primal scream ripped from both John and Jezebel—one voice, two souls—echoing off the walls in a symphony of torment, rapture, and otherworldly sensation.

“AAHHH… FUCK… FUCK… FUCK… FUCK… FUCKKKKKK!”

Jezebel began to move her hips in a frantic, desperate rhythm. She slammed her pelvis against Levi’s with punishing force. Despite barely being conscious, Levi’s Boon automatically reacted, matching her furiosity as it thrust back, driving his shaft deeper into her core.

“It's... It's so much! It's amazing!” Jezebel gasped, her voice trembling with worship. Her internal walls wrapped around the girth like a thousand tiny, grasping hands, clinging to every ridge and vein. "You're breaking me in two... I… AHHHGGGG WhAAA… Please, Master! Don't stop! AAHHHHH… AAHHHH… Fill me until I… AAAHHHGG… until I break! AHHHH! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAHHHHHHH!”

Every nerve ending in the stacked blonde's body was screaming. She pulled at her top until the buttons snapped, sending her massive jugs flying, unconstrained.

For ten minutes straight, she rode him, increasing her intensity with each passing moment. Her moans had transformed into incoherent, primal shrieks of pleasure; her mind was completely lost to the sensation of being utterly conquered. She was nothing but a trembling, screaming fuckdoll, her every nerve burning with mind-melting lust and pleasure. Her very body, designed by Azure, cried out in rapture at fulfilling its sole purpose.

All the while, John was decimated and utterly overwhelmed by Jezebel's pleasure, barely a grain of sand in a tidal wave.

“Yes! Yes, Master! Destroy me!” she bellowed, her voice raw and ragged. “Oh gawd! I… I can feel it… I gunna cum! I’m gunna… no… Ahhh… OH MASTER! I can feel you c-cuming TOO…. Don’t…. AHHHH…. LET’S CUM TOGETHER…. NNNOOOOOO…. AAAHHHHHH… AHHHH… MMMAAAAASSSSSTTTTEEEEERRRRR!”

A torrent of thick, scorching fluid erupted from Levi’s cock, surging into the depths of Jezebel’s extremely fertile womb, pushing her over the edge with him. Her body stiffened, and a piercing, inhuman scream ripped from her throat as her orgasm hit—a supernova of pleasure that transcends physical sensation.

WHAM

Out of nowhere, an attacker sent two hands crashed into the climaxing Jezebel's side with brutal force. Totally off guard, Jezebel fell to the side, Levi’s dick slipped out of her lubricated entrance with a wet pop, his seed pouring out from her overflowing entrance as she hit the wooden floor.

Jezebel and John barely noticed the attack. Their body twitched on the ground, convulsing in the aftermath of the greatest neurological storm they had ever endured. Reality seemed to slip away from them as they continued to cum, and their awareness saw through time and space.

A vision formed in their mind of a figure not yet born. A scantily clad, impossibly stacked woman with with pigtails waved at them, her bikini-bound breasts even more physics-defyingly voluptuous than her mother's. They only had a moment to see her, however, as their mind clouded over by the second wave of their orgasm.

Meanwhile, Jezebel’s attacker pulled her arms back. “What the hell are you doing?” she, cried, voice filled with rage.

It was Ji-Woo!

“Can’t you see he's not breathing!” she shouted, body trembling with urgency.

---

Ji-Woo Summers

She stared at Levi. He lay half‑curled on the ground, eyes half-open but glassy. His hands twitching weakly, the last traces of his struggle fading into unfocused spasms, as his orgasm sapped away the last of his strength.

“Master—Master, stay with me,” she said, her voice trembling softly as she put two fingers to the side of his neck, feeling a thrum against her fingertips. She let out a soft sigh of relief, feeling a pulse.

She brought her face towards Levi’s, cheek hovering over his mouth. She felt a whisper of air brush her skin. Her relief faded away. His breathing was barely there—thin, shallow, almost too soft to detect.

A flicker of memory surfaced: the basic first‑aid course she’d taken years ago, something she’d never expected to use. But her body remembered what to do.

She slid her hand beneath his jaw, her thumb brushing the corner of his slack mouth. His head lolled, offering no resistance. She cupped the back of his skull, lifting gently, tilting his chin upward to open his airway.

Levi’s chest hitched—just once—then stilled again. Beside him, Jezebel screamed as she orgasmed.

Ji-Woo swallowed hard. She swept her fingers along his throat again before lowering him carefully, supporting his neck, positioning him so the airway stayed open. Her hand stayed on his jaw, thumb stroking unconsciously.

“Come on, Master,” she whispered. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

A thin, shaky gasp shuddered through his chest.

Ji‑Woo exhaled in relief.

Levi slowly opened his eyes, looking up at his secretary, holding him. “Ji-Woo?” he rasped.

"What... have you... done?" John groaned.

Ji-Woo froze in terror. She turned to see the blonde trembling to their feet, the manic fury of John back on their face.

"WHAT?! HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!" he cried, tears running down his face! "WHAT HAVE... YOU... DONE! I’LL KILL… I’LL KILL…"

John slowly inched towards them, eyes filled with murderous intensity. Ji-Woo looked around, trying to identify anything that could be used as a weapon.

Levi’s eyelids fluttered, the world slowly coming back in fractured pieces. All he knew was that he was in danger. That Jezebel couldn’t reach them.

Acting entirely on instinct, he took a breath and uttered two words.

“Alison… help.”

---

Alison

Steam curled lazily around the onsen as Lauren-Zero’s voice sliced through the haze. The maid listened to the teen's complaints with her usual disinterest, not reacting in the slightest, no matter how much the teen yelled.

“God damn it! Look, I’m not asking for fucking much,” Lauren-Zero exclaimed in exasperation. “All I’m saying is you could give him some kind of personality.”

“That would be a waste of my mental resources,” Alison replied, uninterested. “His only purpose is to offer sexual relief, so why would he require anything else?”

“I’ve been with Manwhore for days, and the only thing he’s talked about is how hot I am, or how much he wants to bone,” the teen argued.

Alison tilted her head. “And this is undesired? Your profile stated that you like to surround yourself with worshipers.”

Lauren-Zero crossed her arms. “Sure, but at a certain point it just gets creepy. Not to mention boring. Like, I try to talk to him about anything else, and he short-circuits.”

“I did not create him to alleviate your boredom,” Alison informed her. “I did so to keep you from mental collapse. The fact that your mind is at a place capable of boredom is more than sufficient.”

“You’re not listening!” the blonde cried, stomping her foot.

Alison opened her mouth to reply, but closed it as she sensed her name. “I am needed elsewhere.”

“Wait! Don’t you dare leave me again!”

But Alison was already gone.

---

Without a sound, Alison materialized in Levi’s tower.

“You called Mast…” she began, before stopping dead. She darted her gaze between the barely conscious Levi in Ji-Woo’s arms and Jezebel with a deranged look. The maid's perpetually neutral expression cracked as her eyes widened.

“Jezebel did something to Levi,” Ji-Woo explained. “She…”

Alison did not need to hear any more. In an instant, she warped behind John and chopped her hand behind his neck. The air came out of his lungs, and he stumbled forward before falling backward onto his back, unconscious and breasts spilling out.

Alison turned to Ji-Woo. “Is he breathing?” she asked, as if she hadn’t just attacked someone.

Ji-Woo blinked several times, stunned by the speed of Alison taking down the blonde. She shook her head to focus. “Yes. But he’s hurt.”

“I’m fetching Azure. You will remain where you are,” Alison ordered, abruptly.

"Wait," Ji-Woo began, but it was too late. Alison had already vanished.

---

Levi Summers

For a long moment, Levi just lay there, dazed, letting the confusion and fear pulse through him. Gradually, sensation returned—pain first, then the weight of Ji-Woo’s arm beneath his shoulders. The room sharpened. Shapes formed. He realized with a jolt that Jezebel lay crumpled and still nearby.

Before Levi’s eyes, dark lines began to swirl across Jezebel’s skin, as if drawn by an invisible hand. The inky pattern writhed and twisted, snaking its way over delicate flesh—above her crotch. When the lines finally settled, the tattoo pulsed once, sealing itself into her skin—a living brand that would never fade.

Levi’s heart sank as he realized what it meant. At that moment, time stopped. A voice called out to him in the darkness, one that only he could hear.

"Thou hast claimed the twin identities of Jezebel and John!" it informed him. "You may now choose. Will thou brand them with the old seal, shocking them into obedience, or shalt thou take their virtues, the Archetypes of The Whore and Berserker, for thyself?"

“No. Fuck… no…” Levi replied harshly.

The voice did not respond, and time resumed.