There was little that Rick loved more than a plan coming together. Maybe a plan involving turning a completely smoking-hot redhead into a whimpering, melting, mewling mess could be added to that short list. Would it be redundant to say how much he loved this life? Travel to alternate dimensions and score with hot babes while spreading the gospel of perversion.
Thanks to Kallen's spectacularly fit body he'd generated quite sufficient amounts of perverse energy to properly start the invasion. The way she was now sitting in his lap, uncaring that he was openly groping her, pushing herself up against him in a desperate attempt for closer contact was feeding him a hell of a lot of this universe's special blend. And he'd need that energy if he was going to find an agent to work on his behalf. Some lucky, lucky guy was about to be given the power to make any chick putty in his hands, and, maybe without even realising what they were doing, moulding the very world itself into a sexual utopia.
Ah, but first things first. He needed a guide. He really did. Someone to help him navigate local politics, someone to help him figure out the most effective targets of opportunity, someone that knew the technology. A local. Preferably a complete babe.
In that case, let's mould this hot mess into a guiding beacon.
"This is nice," Rick said, allowing his hand to slip down and caress Kallen's thigh. "Would you like to keep feeling good like this?"
Kallen didn't respond verbally, unless you count an inarticulate gurgle of pleasure. His skilled fingers had removed all trace of resistance. It had been a process, like eating a large block of frozen chocolate. At first, only able to scrape off and chew tiny pieces of the dessert. But, as it warms up from being handled, it becomes easier to eat. Bigger chunks begin to get bitten off and devoured, until eventually the whole thing just melts into a pile of delicious goo. That's pretty much what had happened to Kallen, wearing her down with lighter touches that got stronger and more blatant until she was putty in his hands.
"Ah, wouldn't the world be a nicer place if everyone could feel good all the time?" Rick asked, punctuating the sentence with a light kiss that always drove the girls wild. "With your help -"
Suddenly, the electronic billboard behind him stopped showing advertisements and was replaced with the image of a pretty woman, whose features were in no way diminished by the fact that her appearance was several times larger than the woman herself was likely to be.
"A firefight has broken out today in Fukuoka district. At this time it is believed the Black Knights are in some way involved, and Viceroy Cornelia is reported to be moving in to personally deal with the situation."
"I have to go!" Kallen suddenly said, extracting herself from Rick's lap so smoothly and suddenly that he was barely able to get a read on her. And from that reading he could tell instantly: There was nothing he could do to get her to stay. That little news item had broken the spell he'd cast on her, and it was going to stay broken for the forseeable future. "Um... Sorry about this," she meekly said. "I just remembered there's something else I have to deal with today. I hope you can find someone else to be your guide."
"Not a problem," Rick said, internally cursing the luck. "Whatever it is, it seems pretty important. Good luck!" And so begins his quest to find a new guide... Oh well. He'd been hoping to use Kallen to lure out a prospective ally or two. Pretty face and nice, fit body like that would draw them out like flies to honey. It would've taken him no time at all to convince them of the benefits of their way of life with a lure like that on the end of his line.
"Excuse me, sir?" a pretty young waitress said. "My manager wants you to leave. If you don't, he's threatened to call the police for public indecency."
"Has he now?" Rick smirked, giving her the once over. Not bad either, but not quite as nice as Kallen. Still... "Alright then, no worries. I'll be off, and you can get this nice little tip."
All he did was pat her on the shoulder, and the nervous young waitress buckled on the spot. Heh. Yep. He might not have been able to finish what he started with the pleasant and pretty Miss Kallen, but that start would be more than enough to get him going. To continue his earlier metaphor, not only are there many more fish in the sea but there are just as many lures.
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You know how it is when things move so quickly that you don't even really notice it until it's already over and done with? Because Kallen had a few hours just like that. Report to the Black Knights, move out, intercept military in the Guren, cause a distraction alongside Zero, evacuate civilians. Like a smooth well-oiled machine. It felt like she barely had time to breathe or blink, and certainly no time to think and reflect.
Then at the end of all of it... All the thoughts she'd been unconsciously having while her mind was focused elsewhere crashed into her so fast it might have broken the sound barrier. It happened as she climbed out of the Guren in this skintight jumpsuit Rakshata made for her. A simple idle thought:
<i>"I bet those guys are checking out my butt from down there."</i>
Which, you know, as thoughts go was a bit of a contrast to what she'd been thinking about. Certainly enough that it made her stop to think and reflect for a moment about what the hell it might mean. The internal tone she'd employed had made it seem like she kind of wanted them to check her out. You know. Instead of admonishing them for being perverts.
Which was ridiculous. The only guy she wanted looking at her in that way wore a mask and cape. Or was named Rick... Oh yes. Rick. That strange, handsome man she'd met by chance earlier on. She'd shown him the city, he'd groped her quite extensively, and then she'd rushed off here as soon as she heard the -
Groped her? Hang on...
"Hey, Kallen! Earth to Kallen!" Tamaki yelled. "Not like you to have your head in the clouds! Come on, my buddy Zero wants us in for a debrief!"
"Coming!" Kallen yelled, picking up the pace, but not letting that thought go. Groping her. Weird. From one moment to the next her opinion on that seemed to flip-flop. Was that a good thing? A bad thing? One moment it felt like she should've flattened him for touching her like that and making her feel that way in public, the next it made her feel sort of... Nice. What did it mean?
"It seems congratulations are in order!" Zero proclaimed from the front of the room, breaking Kallen completely from that line of thinking. The sound of that booming voice would draw her undivided attention even if her hair was on fire. "Cornelia attempted to set yet another pernicious trap for our just cause, yet we have again eluded her and protected the weak from her iron fist!"
Zero turned... And then to Kallen's eyes only his mask melted away, revealing Rick's face. She could tell immediately it was a fantasy, but you know what, let the redhead have her fantasy for a bit. She just saved a few handfuls of people, so why couldn't she imagine that Zero-Rick was getting a few handfuls of Kallen?
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You know what the trick to fishing is? Patience. You have to have patience. If you want that big one, you can't do anything to disturb the fish because the big one got to be the big one because they were the ones smart enough not to nibble any old thing that came their way. The chicks here were cute. Really cute. However. They seemed to kinda vary between "downtrodden Japanese" or "racist bitch." Neither of which seemed tremendously appropriate for his intentions.
Still, now that he had a taste of local flavour he didn't need to jump onto the first piece of tail he encountered. Take his time. Savour the scenery, absorb the surroundings, feel out the way of the world and then out of nowhere, she appeared.
The effect this had upon Rick was rather like, well, encountering an angel. This is important to note: He had been chosen as a lead infiltrator because he was a first-class pervert. Due to the nature of the world he originated from, that meant he was good at what he did, which primarily consisted of reading women, seducing women, and then satisfying women in ways they never dreamt possible. He had personally recruited several budding perverts from several other worlds, and yet the only time he had ever even once felt the light of perversion shine so brightly and brilliantly was when he was standing in the high court receiving commendation for his work.
From a cursory analysis: She was hot. She was so bisexual that at first Rick couldn't tell what she was attracted to. And she was absolutely not ashamed of advertising either fact. She had a personality that drew people to her like a high-powered magnet and a wit that would make her an amazing leader.
In short: Not only had Rick located his fish, he had also discovered that this fish would make for a bait that might put Miss Stadtfeld to shame. He looked right at the pretty young blonde chatting away on her phone, then slipped right through the crowd on an intercept course....
- Kallen's Rick-Zero fantasy continues.
- Rick recruits Milly
- The next day at Ashford, things are a little strange.
- Someone noticed the entrance point Rick used to enter this world.
- Something else
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