Ménage à trois? The Mile High Club!

Sena's mind and spirit had fought back hard against the foreign ideas being introduced into her brain.

Guilt towards Kazuma Satou? Please! That guy might not always be guilty in the eyes of the law, but nobody gets a reputation like his without routinely violating the laws of common decency. He was as guilty as they come! Attempts to convince her she needed to act out of guilt worked for a moment, but then quickly slid back out of her head as soon as she exited the modified section.

Feelings for Kazuma Satou? Those were hardly worth addressing. If anything, she saw him more like an antagonistic ****, and not just because of the things he did to other people. He'd done a lot to undermine her own credibility when he'd gotten off the hook for blowing up a certain noble's mansion, a case in which she'd applied all of her techniques in the prosecution and still managed to fail. Furthermore, he had a way of sticking the knife in and twisting by targeting her weak point: her lack of success in love. No, she had no blossoming feelings for him. If he played that angle, once the script was through acting, such feelings would vanish like dust in the wind.

However... as stated, everyone had their weak point. Hers was a legitimate dismay at her inability to find a boyfriend. Her stony personality and workaholic nature made doing that impossible and the older she got, the more it bothered her. Playing to that deep-rooted insecurity of hers worked in Kazuma's favor, and to his surprise, whenever he finished implanting an idea that worked off that principle, it generally stuck. It was like training an AI to skirt its own rules! Sena would generally be less suspicious of those kinds of words coming out of her own mouth, since they contained a grain of truth, and that made her interactions more authentic and less resisted. Furthermore, as an added bonus, Luna seemed to accept that reasoning a lot easier than anything else-- as a struggling older woman losing her best years, it made a lot of sense to think that Sena was worried about the same thing.

And so, the dream had come together: one lucky guy nestled hip-to-hip with two of the hottest women in Axel, with one holding a glass over his lap and the other decanting expensive wine into said glass for him.

Sena had redressed magically into a stewardess uniform, or the fetish version of one, with a top precariously unbuttoned down to the bustline beneath an otherwise stately blue blazer and a skirt about half a foot shorter than her usual, making it an absolute micro-mini skirt, threatening to show off more than was kosher with every minor twist of the legs. The hose were abandoned entirely, giving an unobstructed look at those long, curvaceous legs that wore a skirt and pumps perfectly. A little tied, white scarf, white silk gloves, and a blue stewardess cap were added to complete the image. Her trademark triangle-rimmed glasses stayed, of course. If those were to come off, Kazuma wanted to take them off personally. That was part of the whole fantasy.

The ordinarily prickly prosecutor now carefully poured a young man's wine without spilling a drop, all the while keeping her purple eyes rooted on his own and a knockout-punch smile of seduction on her face. A bit of her black hair fell across her face as she drew her back up straight, and she paused to push it over her ear with the back of one hand-- a classic mature beauty move. The room was a bit warm and, combined with their close proximity, she was sweating a bit. It was impossible not to watch the bead of sweat run down her neck to pull upon the squished together tops of her bosom, unless one was instead focused upon the intersection of her flesh and skirt, which threatened to show panties every time she recrossed her legs.

"I'm surprised the management would allow it to get so warm in here... I must apologize. That's hardly appropriate for our VIP. Is everything else to your liking, Sir?" she questioned, now setting aside the wine bottle and untying her scarf from her slender neckline. These were all actions Kazuma had planned on earlier, now being executed to a tee.

The young man sitting beside her nodded dumbly, feeling his words stuck in his throat as he was paralyzed by the appeal of a five-star stewardess. The heat didn't bother him in the slightest, as he watched the sweat linger in that sweet spot between Sena's breasts.

In Sena's twisted view, this was perfect. She knew she had him on the hook. She almost felt bad for her friend... Sena wouldn't be surprised at all if their catch ended up letting Luna go to enjoy some one-on-one time tonight. Luna just couldn't keep up with her technique, which was so inspired, it was almost as though somebody else was writing all of her seductive moves for her.

On the other side, Luna, wearing an awkward smile and trying not to notice how the man's hand was slowly lowering from her shoulder towards her exposed upper cleavage, held the wine glass in two hands to keep it from spilling in her shaky grip. Sena had given her a matching outfit early on and, unlike Sena, she was in no hurry to remove any piece of it, no matter how hot it got. That said, she hadn't been able to button the blazer shut at all due to her bust size and the silk shirt underneath wasn't fairing much better-- it looked like each of the buttons down the center, especially the ones near the swell of her chest, were in danger of giving out at any moment and revealing even more cleavage than she normally did.

As the hand descended now to begin gently massaging her breast over the shirt but underneath the blazer, her eyes widened and she nearly dropped her glass. "Ahem! A-Aren't you going to taste your wine, Sir?" she asked, hoping to curtail his boldness.

The young man asked her to drink it instead, saying that a fine wine like this ought to pass between beautiful lips like hers instead, as though that would give him a sparkly sort of bishounen aura that would win her over.

"... This is the guy we're both trying to get?" Luna asked herself silently, but she accepted the drink. A little liquid courage couldn't hurt in a situation like this. She couldn't believe Sena had the nerve to use her royal authority to make entertaining this guy an official guild mission. If any of the others employed by the guild had been given this task, they'd either try to turn it down and go to jail or they'd quit then and there to get out of it... she was the only employee committed enough to her job to go along with it. She upended the contents of the wine glass into her own mouth, then set the glass aside to join Sena in leaning in closer to push her sizable bosom onto their VIP's chest. "I could go and see if there's a fan they could use to make it cooler in here. A-Actually, I think I saw a magic powered fan at Wiz's shop! I'll just nip out and grab that for us-- eep!"

The man moved from massaging just over her breast to now squeezing it full on. They were so big he couldn't get his hand all the way around them-- all the better, as far as he was concerned. He told Luna that he didn't mind the heat at all. It was perfect for a night of passion. As he felt her squishy, sweaty boob through the thin silk of the blouse, there wasn't an ounce of dishonesty in his voice.

Sena wasn't concerned about his fondness for her friend's bosom. After all, she wasn't protesting as the guy's other hand was busily rubbing up and down her upper thigh, inching her skirt higher with each motion under the guise of a gentle massage. "Your massage technique is impressive, Sir. You must spend a lot of time in the company of women."

That was the sort of flattery Kazuma would pay any amount of money to hear!

"And I'm so very tense. I do spend a lot of time on my feet. It really causes my legs to get awfully sore... Your hand feels good there. Ah, if you could move it just a bit further inward. That spot is especially knotted..."

The hand went from rubbing the top of her thigh to now shamelessly caressing the inner section, as she parted her legs just a bit to let him in further. The young man's nostrils flared as the shocking, bright red of her panties was revealed-- a lacy, v-style piece with roses embroidered into the silk.

He had to be the first person to ever lay eyes on this part of Sena-- normally it was kept as tightly under lock and key as the jail cells she kept filled! It took all of his modesty not to go straight to rubbing the fabric covering her pussy. This slow, teasing courtship was part of the fun, after all! They had the whole night and he wanted to maximize his pleasure.

At this point, Sena's brain wasn't even rejecting these kinds of commands. She thought this was all her own genius! Kazuma had effectively brainwashed Sena into believing this is what she wanted to do, for the sake of filling that boyfriend shaped hole in her life!

Luna wasn't quite so eager to fill that hole in her own life, or whatever other holes their VIP was thinking about filling. As the guy got more playful, fwipping her breast up and then letting it bounce down just to watch it jiggle, she felt her eyebrow and the corner of her mouth twitching in irritation. "Y-You know that this isn't a dream, right? I'm going to remember all of this when I see you at the guild hall tomorrow..."

A stupid smile spread over the guy's face as he watched her tits bounce. "Hehehe... this is the best..."

Sena's face momentarily took some of its usual seriousness again. She wasn't going to lose out to Luna just because her breasts were just big instead of mammoth-sized. She grabbed the young man's face in both hands and turned it to face him, squishing his cheeks into a ridiculous expression as she held his eyes. As he watched, her own face changed from sternness to a flustered, sparkling-eyed look of arousal. "Sir, between the two of us stewardesses... I'll have you know, I'm the more passionate lover." She opened her mouth slightly, perhaps puckering a bit for a kiss. As their faces approached, her tongue extended a bit and began swirling slightly, accented by a light, pornographic moan. It wasn't just a kiss! It was a French kiss! She was planning to use tongue! All part of the plan Kazuma had written in earlier.

The young man puckered his own lips, eager to get the first kiss with tongue of his life from the person least likely to give it to him. Luna gasped, half covering her eyes with her hands.

The door opened slowly as a third watcher entered. "Thanks for leaving the door open for me, ladies. I asked the front desk for a key and they looked at me like they had no idea what I was talking about, so... I..."

Kazuma's jaw dropped open as he witnessed Sena begin the tongue-tango with his sometimes-friend, Dust. The young man, an adventurer in many ways similar to himself, was wearing a brown wig and a cheap, green cloak, leaning back against Luna's award-winning rack while practically sticking his hand into Sena's panties and literally sticking his tongue into her mouth. Rather than looking caught in the act, his eye curled into a cocky semi-crescent as he spotted Kazuma out of the corner of his eye, then went on to French kiss the girl that Kazuma wanted.

The grip Kazuma was exerting on the script he'd fished out of his pocket was nearly enough to rip it in half. He thumbed through page after page, looking for some place where he'd specified that the girls ought to be into Satou Kazuma, not a crappy lookalike in roughly the same age range. He didn't find it. All throughout the script, he'd written "their VIP" or "the male guest" or something like that, after first setting those quest guidelines. He'd taken it for granted that he'd be the only one capable of responding to the quest, but once the poster was up, Dust had used the time when he was off writing the perfect script to slip in and start macking it up with his girls! Then Kazuma himself had nailed his own coffin shut by keeping the script in his pocket while he worked up courage to enter the inn and get in on the action. If he'd just opened it up at any time between then and now, he'd have realized Dust was already harvesting the fruits of all of his hard work so far.

As Sena drew back, Dust grinned ear to ear, wearing a bit of her lipstick on his own lips now. "You snooze you lose, buddy! I took this quest fair and square! Maybe there's some giant toads you can hunt?"

"Dust."

"Yeah huh?" he questioned, now turning his head to bury his chin in Luna's cleavage, smushing each tit against his own cheeks as he wiggled his face back and forth and motorboated her.

"You remember when we sat down and discussed our fetishes together in the Succubus brothel together?"

"Hm, yeah?" he responded, as Sena yanked him back around into another noisy, wet kiss.

"And you remember how I told you that the only fetish I never wanted to touch was netorare, where another girl takes my girlfriend and kisses her in front of me, while also using my backup girlfriend at the same time, as a sort of combo attack designed to demonstrate that I'll never be lucky with love in my life?"

"Ha ha! Yeah, that was kind of funny. I'm actually kind of in to netorare, you know?" Dust asked around Sena's lips, while now moving his fingers to start rubbing them brazenly up and down her panties, at the portion over Sena's clit. "Look, man, I think we both know that if we were the guy doing the netorare in that situation, we'd take it. No hard feelings, right?"

"No. If I had that kind of fetish, I'd have told you. I would never be the NTR guy cucking one of my friends. If I was interested in that, I'd have told you in confidence as a true friend. Because that's what I thought we were. True friends."

"We can start being true friends again tomorrow. Hey, you stay and watch though, okay, buddy? Like I said, it kind of turns me on-"

Kazuma pulled out his script and turned his back, then began scribbling furiously. "Yeah, 'buddy!' Sure thing, 'pal!' Hey, like I said, we'll meet again somewhere down the line, 'friend!' And when we do, 'amigo,' there'll be no hard feelings, right, 'chum?!'"

"Hey, if you fap with your back turned, it's not as good as if you watch-" Dust managed to get out, before he suddenly found himself falling backwards harder onto Luna, knocking her down in the process so that she became an especially comfy cushion. As he was still processing that, he heard a click, then raised his fists to find them handcuffed together. "Oh? We're not doing the Mile High Club any more? I'm like the criminal and you're a prosecutor again, is that it? I can get into that," he chuckled, then found his feet raised, with a second set of cuffs applied there. A bead of sweat, no longer to be blamed only upon the heat of the room, began to roll down his cheek. "Y-You know, it's going to be kind of hard to work my hips for the later part if I can't spread my legs. I know you're a virgin and all so you might not get that part, but I'm just saying, it's easier to fuck you if I have my legs free."

"You won't have any part of you free soon, Lain Sheyka. You're under arrest from the crimes of sexual harrassment towards a guild hall employee and a royal prosecutor, as well as using black magic to manipulate the minds and wills of others, a power most closely associated with the Demon Lord and his minions. You will also be subjected to fines associated with lost time on the job for both of these employees. An investigation will begin into your similarly exploiting an arch mage on the outskirts of town, an incident that occurred earlier today," Sena spoke at length, seeming to become an entirely different person as she wiped away first the drool from her mouth with a handkerchief, then the sweat from her bosom.

"B-But you were so into it a second ago! I felt your pussy getting wet-!"

"Anything you say can be used against you in the court of law!" Sena warned him, now additionally using the bedsheets to wrap his legs to the bedpost so that he couldn't wiggle away. Her attitude was quickly becoming less an official doing her duty and more a vengeful victim getting her fair due. "Oh, and I forgot one more charge: trying to turn your friend into a cuckold and wasting a whole day of his careful preparation, asshole!"

"Oh gosh, Sena. I'm happy to see you're back to your usual self again," Luna laughed, while squirming out from underneath Dust and straightening her hair. "So it was all magic after all?"

"Yes. I've determined this to be the work of Dust and a magic artifact. He'll be taken in for confinement and held in the gaol, but not questioned with the usual truth bell that we use, because I've decided it's dangerous to keep relying on that. Instead, we'll hold him in the cells for as long as the legal limit of the law allows us without trial."

"I'm okay with that," Luna agreed, keeping a surprisingly sweet smile on despite the **** and violation of rights Dust was about to receive.

"Also, an additional note: if anything happens tomorrow similar to the events of today, we should probably assume that it's Dust continuing to act, and we should punish him accordingly rather than pursuing an alternate suspect in this case. That's just the sort of douchebag that he is."

"Kazuma, you slimy bastard! I know you're the one doing this! I'm gonna tell everyone!" Dust complained, wriggling as he was further confined by bedsheets, now wrapped like a mummy. Sena shut him up by additionally placing the sheets into his mouth like a gag, forcing him to bite down on them. "Grrmmmfffff mff mfffffff!"

"You're the slimy bastard, dumbass. Don't steal people's magical setups and then try to cuck them," Sena whispered into his ear, then gave a smirk that was more Kazuma's than her own. "And Luna... as this is part of an ongoing case, please, don't mention this to anyone else as gossip. I know it's juicy gossip but... just keep it to yourself, please. For me."

"R-Right. I'm just glad it was all some weird magic, ha ha... I thought you'd gone insane," Luna laughed.

"Exactly. Dust's magic."

"Ha ha ha!"

"Fu hu hu..."

Kazuma had left at some point, an action which the royal prosecutor had no reason to find suspicious at all.

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