Tea experiments with waiting

Maybe the best move she could make... was not to play at all? If she surrendered, surely, something terrible would happen to her. If she kept dueling, she'd probably lose too... but if she won, what would happen to the Pharaoh? She clammed up, closed her lips tight, and refused to draw. "I know this isn't what real duelists do, Yugi... But I'm running out of options!" she internalized her logic, watching the other side of the arena with a serious glare on her face. She couldn't watch Yugi, but there wasn't much he could get up to anyways, right? Duelists mostly... stood in one place and dueled. "Eventually, he'll understand what's happening. He'll have to investigate and figure out what's gone wrong! That's right... Think outside the box, Tea!"

Eventually, she felt the Pharaoh's sigh behind her, on the nape of her neck; it sent chills down her spine and a blush across her face, feeling him that close. "Tea, you have to trust your deck. Trust in your cards and they'll support you," he insisted, putting on a serious gaze that was wasted, as Tea couldn't see his face at all. She gave no answer. He waited respectfully for as long as he could, then, finally, seemed to catch on that something was wrong. "Tea...? Tea!" he called out again, urgency growing in the growl of his voice. "Something's wrong..."

_"Yes! Yes yes yes! He figured it out! This is the guy who stays locked up in a puzzle all the time, right? He's probably great at solving puzzles like this!" Tea thought to herself, feeling hope for the first time in a while. Once the Pharaoh figured out she was in peril, he'd probably use some sort of Egyptian magic to free her, just like that. "Yes yes yes yes- nooo!" _

From the Pharaoh's point of view, he was still dueling in a large arena, with Tea located on the other side. The most expedient way to help her was, of course, to walk across the field and speak to her directly or possibly shake her out of it. She might need to be pulled free from some evil influence. As such, he was confused to find that some invisible wall stood directly in front of his path... Not quite a wall, he soon discovered, as he reached his hands around either side of it. Circling it, he squinted his eyes in suspicion. Was this some invisible attacker? A spirit? Whatever it was, it was as though it occupied another plane of existence... it could be critical to figuring out how to help Tea. Therefore, it was only natural that he would explore it with his hands.

He couldn't know that the figure was actually Tea herself, still suspended in mid-air, occupying an arena of illusions. Tea's eyes widened as the Pharaoh's hand explored her body, starting at chest height and shamelessly fondling her mostly exposed breasts. With one hand there, he moved the other below, running his palm down her waist and stopping at the belly.

"I can't make sense of this..." Atem murmured. The puzzle wasn't responding to tell him anything. This wasn't the work of a Millennium Item. Furthermore, he could feel something like a pulse... flesh rising and falling. Whatever the creature was, they weren't attacking him. That showed they came in peace. "If I can just understand what it is, there may be some clue!"

One hand moved from her breasts to her face, cupping her raised chin for a moment. He felt the circles binding her, but was unable to decipher what they were. Grimacing, he moved his hand higher, stroking her cheek... then found an opening. His expression grew more serious as he placed two fingers inside her mouth. In the mean time, the fingers of his other hand found another hole elsewhere. "What is it? What are you trying to show me?" he questioned. The creature, whatever it was, had not moved away or attacked him. It was only reasonable to assume they wanted him to continue.

Thus, cluelessly, the Pharaoh finger-banged his old friend's mouth and pussy simultaneously, having no clue of the look of shock and embarrassment on her face. Every now and then, he'd give up that avenue and use his hands to search the rest of her body, but inevitably, he found his ways back to her most sensitive spots. It felt as though it could go on forever like that... It wasn't the kind of thing she could enjoy mentally, but there was something arousing about his touch, which continued heedlessly and without restraint.

"This... I sense someone's soul. Someone is trapped here," he finally confirmed. "Joey: I need your assistance! I believe a soul is restricted here... Yes... Let's each grab the shackles and try to break them free."

She heard Joey's voice, feeling momentarily relieved, before realizing he wasn't going to help either. "So now we get to do it my way for once, huh? Good old fashioned muscle!" he cheered in a light-hearted fashion, which just made her annoyed. Predictably, the two tugging at what Yugi had finally identified as bands binding her did nothing. "Crap! I got nothin!" Joey complained, swinging one hand to smack where he thought the iron shackles were and connecting his palm with Tea's bare bottom instead.

With ferocity in her face and her voice, she finally spoke up. "That's it! I've had it! I forfeit! I'd rather get whatever's coming now then watch you two dweebs try at this any longer!" she protested, surrendering the duel immediately. The air began to shimmer in response to her voice... The illusion faded. Soon, an arena full of people were watching her. Joey was standing right next to her, holding up his hand with what had been a relieved grin at rediscovering her, but now looked like a placating smile, trying to convince her to forgive him. Atem's face remained serious... for a moment, before his frown widened. Seeing Tea suspended there, practically nude, was enough... But he got the sense she hadn't escaped anything. "Oh, ya get it now?!" Tea asked him, wearing a mortified, angry expression.

"Yes, I should have understood sooner. Tea, we have to release you-" he started, then winced as Tea continued shouting.

"You didn't think it was a little strange when your fingers got all wet and the strange, invisible creature started sucking on you?! When you just kept going and it wet all over your fingers?!" Tea complained, shouting into the sky. A small puddle, visible only to Joey and the Pharaoh, was visible, where liquid had squirted from between her legs onto the floor of the arena. It had taken everything she had not to moan when it had released. "You... idioooot!"

"Ooooh! I love a good comedy! Even better: I love the scintillating grudge energy I'm getting out of this!" Heishin congratulated himself, pleased by the fruits of his sorcery. He'd actually gotten off quite a nastier release than Tea; the old bastard's cum was gunking up the "screen" of the portal he used for viewing. "Oh, Tea... Try as you might, you've gotten the most difficult opponent of them all, haven't you? A couple more go-arounds and I think you'll hate the Pharaoh almost as much as I do! Ba ha ha ha... Ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaa!"