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“This is the truth I’ve uncovered!”
Shinigami’s cheeky, proud smirk was wiped off her face as she was dickslapped out of her body, a raw, unburdened soul ripe for destruction...or at least that's what would’ve happened if this was a regular mystery labyrinth. Instead, it was almost as though Yuma had defeated her in a cooking battle with a dish that contained the most delicious flavour known to man or god alike, as her clothes exploded off her, reduced to nothing but individual threads and seemed floating suspended in the air.
“W-w-wha!? Hey! This…This wasn’t part of the plan!”
Shinigami burned bright red as her hair exploded out of its usual restraints and cascaded down her back, hands frantically covering her body as she showed an emotion that Yuma didn’t think she was even capable of.
“Shinigami…are you… embarrassed?”
“Uuuuuuh NO! OBVIOUSLY, I’m not EMBRASSED master; that would be RIDICULOUS!”
Shinigami laughed nervously, her words sounding as genuine and honest as those of a politician, but she caved surprisingly quickly.
“...Okay, YES! I’m embarrassed! Is that what you want to hear!?”
“But… how ? Why? After everything that’s happened already…I mean, even in the normal labyrinths, you’re in a bikini sometimes.”
“Uuuuuuuh because
obviously,
master, in THOSE scenarios, I’m in control, duh! Getting my tit out to make you flustered or slipping into my cute little two-piece is fine because I can slip it back in or back on; my clothes weren’t
annihilated
into itty bitty pieces leaving me with no choice but to be the mystery labyrinths resident streaker!”
Come to think of it, this was the first time Yuma had actually seen Shinigami nude . Sure, he’d seen bits and pieces both willingly and unwillingly, but this was a Shinigami with nothing. No corset. No thigh-highs. No ribbons, no boots, and now crown. Her hair, usually so tightly wound, hung like candyfloss, some strands clinging to her figure whilst others floated in the breeze. Shinigami looked at Yuma as a single strand came loose and fell in front of her face, getting stuck in her mouth as she awkwardly bit her lip.
Yuma’s heart beat a lot that night in this labyrinth, but this was the first time outside of a hazy memory return that he felt it honestly skip a beat.
“What?! What are you staring at!? Never seen a naked death god before!? I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking, ‘’Oh, I know who she looks like; she looks like Sadako right now!” aren’t you!? Don’t lie to me, master, or I’ll boomkill you!”
Shinigami curled her fists in weak defiance at her side, pink flecks vanishing in and out of the gaps in the silky hair that curtained her chest.
“Ugh, this isn’t how it was supposed to go! I was going to keep teasing and teasing until you had to beg on your knees ‘Oh please Shinigami my balls are going to explode and kill me please let me do you please please please’ and I was supposed to be like ‘welllllllll, alright master, seeing as your soooooo desperate I supposed I can let you get a taste of death juuuuuuuust this once, but don’t blame me if you can’t come back’ and then ride you till your dick broke, not…THIS!”
Shinigami collapsed to her knees in a sulk, burying her face into them with a mortified groan.
With gentle steps, Yuma approached her, getting on his knee to be at her eye level.
“... That's why you brought me here?”
“DUH!”
Shinigami’s voice was muffled.
“Look, I get off on voyeurism and cuckoldry as much as anyone else, but the whole POINT of those fetishes is to then fuck the guy you like after whilst he tells you how good it felt to fuck everyone else! Without that part, it’s just…it just SUCKS!”
“Shinigami…”
“And then I make the perfect stage to ride you into next Sunday, and what happens?! Everyone else comes along for the ride! And sure, it let me experience a bunch of other hot and sexy play, and I mean, OBVIOUSLY I enjoyed it, but…but…”
“But Yuma still didn’t fuck you, right?~”
The voice of the Phantom Kurumi startled Yuma, who didn’t realise she was still there…but of course she was. She didn’t get obliterated; only Shinigami’s clothes did. Her words weren’t mocking but rather full of genuine understanding. The kind of understanding that comes with the mentality to share a good lay with a good friend. Shinigami said nothing and instead turned her face to look away from both of them.
“...I did everything I could to make you look my way, but I wanted you to want me to fuck you, master. It wouldn’t be fun if I just… you know… But you were so caught up in ‘discovering the truth’ and ‘unravelling the mystery’ that now we’re here, and…and now you’ll have to obliterate me.”
Yuma’s heart sunk to the bottom of his chest, those words reverberating like a flashbang in his mind.
“...what?”
Shinigami looked up, and she looked…vulnerable. Without her clothes, baring her feelings as open as her body, she looked more like death than ever- Pale and perfect against the golden hews of the Labyrinth’s end.
“Well…what did you think was gonna happen? I’m the goddess of DEATH, master. I knew what awaited me at the end of all of this. But…if we’re really at the end…I may as well be honest with myself.”
Shinigami stood up, wiping her nose as a soft, sad smile curled at the corners of her lips.
“I’ve existed for as long as I can remember, master. But I was ready to give it all up for one night with you. Guess…that isn’t how it works for a god of death, huh?”
Yuma grabbed Shinigami by her shoulders, his fingers digging in as though he was trying to keep her soul from leaving her body.
“This…this is ridiculous! You can’t go deciding something like that without telling me! I’m your master! We…We haven’t fulfilled our contract yet! You can't just leave me!”
Shinigami touched Yuma’s cheek and gently pressed her lips against his.
They were cold as death.
“At least…I can take that with me, right, master? Maybe…this feeling on my lips…will be taken with me to eternity.”
Shinigami stepped back as Yuma reached for her, but he could not pass the invisible wall that had seemingly formed between them.
“SHINIGAMI! STOP! COME BACK! PLEASE! I NEED YOU…”
Yuma choked on his desperation.
“I LOVE YOU, SHINIGAMI!”
For a moment, Shinigami’s eyes shone with happiness, but it almost instantly mixed with sadness to form the purest bittersweet.
“I love you too, master. But…I’m a god of death.”
Shinigami closed her eyes as the strands of fabric began to swarm around her.
“Not the god of love.”
“SHINIGAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”
“Yeah, you’re right, you’re definitely NOT the goddess of love, because…well, there can’t be TWO of us.”
The invisible wall separating Yuma and Shinigami shattered in an instant, leaving them dazed and confused.
“Wait…what?”
The two of them blinked. Rather than the oblivion that Shinigami expected to await her, she felt herself sink into soft silk, covering a godly mattress that seemed to have combined the healing power of a masseuse and a chiropractor as Kurumi’s smug face gazed down at her.
“....HUH!?!”
The graceful, bittersweet resignation instantly vanished from Shinigami’s face, replaced with a look that looked like it should be hidden behind a facemask and a sukeban uniform.
“Hey Shinigami~ Long time no see~”
Kurumi was sat on the corner of the black silk bed, heavy accents of Shinigami’s clothes being incorporated into the overall design, as the naked and enraged Shinigami sat up, desperately trying to put the pieces together until-
“DRAGONFUCKER!?”
“Okay, I’m going to need way more context.”
Yuma gingerly stepped through the now-nonexistent barrier and up to the bed, his body weak from the emotional whiplash.
“ Ah yes, well, I maaaaaaaay have lied to you about being a ‘mystery phantom’. Whilst I DID insert myself into this world in that role, it’s more that I…borrowed this vessel for my gain, to help out an old…friend.”
“Ha! Old friend, she says.” Shingami huffed, crossing her arms. “We hooked up once, and she vomited on me as things got good!”
“I’m…really lost here.”
Yuma’s brain was now hurting as much as his swollen balls.
“My name is Benzaiten.” The Phantom Kurumi explained, although her mannerisms and voice were completely unchanged. “Goddess of all that flows: Love, wealth, wisdom… other things that flow.”
“But I don’t understand, why are you here?”
“ Isn’t it obvious? Alcohol, games, trickery…why, the Kings game is a perfect ritual to gain my attention. And when I saw my old friend, who I owe a favour to, risk it all to get some dick? Well, obviously, I’m going to be a wing god!”
Shinigami wasn’t having any of it.
“Uhhhh, but couldn’t you have LET me know?! Why did you let me do something so…so… humiliating!”
The Phantom Kurumi, or rather, Benzaiten, paused momentarily before answering.
“...Because it’s my fetish.”
“I’M GOING TO BOOMKILL YOU YOU WHORE-”
But before Shinigami could, in fact, Boomkill her, she vanished into the nothing, as if she were never there at all… Yet her voice still hung in the air.
“Anyway, this labyrinth’s closure is now set by MY rules, which are very, very simple, so listen up! I’ve given you my power, Shinigami, as a special little toy for tonight!”
Shinigami and Yuma didn’t have much of an alternative.
“To destroy this labyrinth…FUCK THE CULPRIT.”
…Silence.
“Well, you heard her.”
Yuma suddenly pushed Shinigami back down on the bed, causing her to gasp and almost choke on her tongue.
“Woah woah woah Master, don’t just- I mean,
do
but- there's…you know, an
order
to these things! We can’t start yet because…you know, we’re still missing something!”
“A condom?”
“...Master, I will boomkill you.”
Yuma pulled back as Shinigami sat up slightly, the two of them looking like a couple of awkward teens about to have their first time. Shinigami reached her hand out to Yuma’s boner, gently rubbing its tip as he let out a very slight moan.
“Hehe…”
Shinigami’s laugh was cute as if she were playing with a nostalgic toy. “Now it’s time for the main event, huh, master? Finally…It’s my time to shine.”
Shinigami looked back into Yuma’s eyes, and Yuma didn’t need her to say anything else to know what to do. With the same synchronicity as the dance they’d done so many times before, her edges softened against him as she lowered her down, slipping between her thighs and, finally, inside her.
She put both hands against his cheeks, pulling his forehead to rest on hers.
“S…Surging Bloodlust…overwhelming despair …the brilliant soul of the Shinigami… ”
She spoke with her outward breath, her body moving in rhythm with Yuma’s as each thrust ricochetted throughout her body.
“Shall expunge this cursed case!”
Shinigami suddenly locked her legs around Yuma’s back, pulling him deep inside her and wrestling control of the pace from him, entwining her fingers in his hair as her heavy breathing felt cold against Yuma’s neck, and the lack of moisture reminded him that he really was dicking down an actual god right now. He sped up faster, digging his teeth into Shinigami’s neck.
“D-Death to all deplorables! R-Ruin to the vile mystery labyrinth!”
Yuma pulled away for a moment, but at that moment, their eyes met as Shinigami pulled his lips down to hers and forced her tongue in his mouth, her body curving as she tried to press as much of her most sensitive areas against him, to blur the edges where she ended. He began before pulling away with a gasp.
Shinigami’s body felt warm…no, it felt hot. Her hand reached behind her to grab the headboard as Yuma continued his relentless assault, knowing precisely what she wanted without her having to give so much as a hint.
“Luminous Darkness…! Shining Rainbow…! G…Glorious Stellar Spiral…!”
They could both feel it. It was undeniably close. Shinigami’s wings grew bigger and joined her legs in enveloping Yuma and keeping him hitting her sweet spot.
“S-shinigami, I-Gmtph!”
Yuma’s attempt at transparency was thwarted as Shinigami shoved all four of her fingers into his mouth and used the thumb to pull his mouth down to her breast, taking advantage of the height difference as Yuma bit down just hard enough to send a shiver down her arching back, her hips bucking uncontrollably as it took all of her will to stay conscious, until-
“....fuck…fuck…fu…fu…ah….ahhh….”
It was here.
“...BELLO FRESCO GRAND FINALE!!!! <3 <3 <3”
And as Yuma exploded inside her, the mystery labyrinth finally began to collapse.
***
“Wow master…that was…incredible…”
Shinigami’s breezy voice floated through the air, a lightness that, when heard by anyone, would make that person think, ‘Oh yeah, they just had some pretty mindblowing sex.’
“Y-yeah…it was incredible, that’s for sure…”
Shinigami noticed the slight hesitation in his voice and was NOT going to let that slide.
“ What was that master? Pick your words very carefully if you want to live.”
The breeze had turned into an icy wind.
“N-No, it was great! It’s just hard to do pillow talk when you’re, um…you know. Looking like
that.
”
The little purple ghost was floating like a filled balloon in the air…or rather, like a condom some teenagers had decided to inflate as a prank, only to discover with horror it was used.
“Hey, if you love me, you love ALL of me, no matter HOW I look. You’re as bad as a guy who won’t go down on a girl because it’s her period!”
“Isn’t that rea-”
The look he was given quickly made him shut up.
“And look at that this bullshit! As soon as you’re done with me, you’re already balls-deep in another girl? You’re AWFUL master! You’re so lucky I’m a girl who gets super turned on about that, or you’d be in some SERIOUS trouble!”
Kurumi’s body was slumped on Yuma’s, his morning wood still inside her from how they’d fallen asleep the previous night.
“I-I can’t help it! I just returned, and things were like this!”
“Uhuh, you just ‘woke up’ with your cock inside your crush; you think the peacekeepers are going to buy that for even a second? You’re reeeeeeeeeeeal lucky you had such a good nice last night, master because it’s looking like it’s going to be your last! Gyahahaha!”
The other mystery phantoms had vanished simultaneously with Benzaiten, so thankfully, everyone had made it out of the labyrinth- at least, that’s what Shinigami told him. Everyone was still asleep, so Yuma couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious. The air was stagnant with the smell of dried alcohol and sex, and Yuma had no idea what to do with the sleeping girl on top of him…
But that didn’t prove to be a problem for much longer.
Yuma froze as suddenly Kurumi’s naked, groggy body shifted as she sat up with a sleepy yawn, rubbing her eyes as they adjusted to the orange light.
“Hrm…hm? Yuma?”
Kurumi squinted at Yuma; his face stuck in the same expression Harry DuBois wore. She gasped slightly as she scratched her tummy, still clearly putting things together, until suddenly, her whole body jumped. She whipped her head down to see why she felt all tingly there.
“...Oh.”
She whipped her head back up to Yuma, still wearing the expression.
“Oh.”
Her head yo-yo’d a few times, as though it was the pump raising the blood to her face until she said...well, the first thing that popped into her head, raising her hand with a slight wave.
“M-Morning!”
Yuma, unsure how to respond when a girl greets you in the morning so simply whilst your erect penis is still inside her, decided to welcome her ill-fitting greeting in kind.
“M-Morning!”
Shinigami sighed.
“...You guys are such dorks.”
Kurumi looked back down at her stomach, to the place where she could feel something she’d fantasised about for the last 3 nights exactly where she fantasised about it.
“...Fuck.”
Yuma’s heart jumped a little.
“U-Uh…bad fuck?”
Realising what she probably just made Yuma feel, Kurumi quickly shook her head to reassure him.
“No! No, no, no, good fuck, definitely good fuck! But, unexpected fuck? Didn’t expect to wake up like this fuck? Just um, you know…fuck?”
Yuma nodded.
“Fuck.”
Gradually, the rest of the bodies began to stir, the mass slowly peeling away from the whole as consciousness returned…
“Wow…I had the most delightful dream…”
“You too, princess? Man, my head is killing me, but that dream was something else…”
“That wasn’t a dream.”
Vivia’s voice had no sense of hangover like the rest of them, and everyone felt themselves forced to face reality as he stood up, dangling his exceptionally impressive schlong in front of their faces as he did his morning stretches.
Fubuki and Desuhiko looked like kids who’d just remembered they’d met Santa Claus.
“W-woah…hold the phone…that…that really all happened?!”
“Ah! That explains why I feel that pleasant sensation in my belly that I only get from being filled with numerous ejaculations! How lovely!”
Halara cracked their shoulder and reached over the coffee table to get their glasses, turning their nose up at the alcohol splatters that had dried on them.
“Whilst I remember much of what happened last night, I will admit- some is…a loss to me.”
“Yeah…I remember the good bits…or at least, I THINK I remember the good bits…” Desuhiko rubbed his chin.
“I remember you ‘fucking my butt’, Desuhiko!”
Fubuki happily clapped her hands together, but Desuhiko looked like she just told him that she’d had sex with his father.
“...oh. Oh god, I
don’t
remember the good bits.”
“Well, I mean, hey!”
Kurumi’s cheerful voice was too much for this level of hangover, but that didn’t stop her.
“You guys are all master detectives, right?”
Yuma didn’t like where this was going, and he could almost feel Shinigami’s mocking gaze as Kurumi continued.
“I’m sure if anyone can find the blanks that need to be filled in, it’s you guys! We can call it…The case of what happened last night- no, that's too boring, umm…I know! The Case of the Naked Truth!”
Kurumi’s bright, hopeful eyes turned to Yuma, oblivious to the pain in his eyes as he didn’t need a forte, or even to be a detective, to know what she would say next.
“You’ll solve this mystery…right, Yuma?”