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My Story [TFC x OC] - Spin-off Part 1

This chapter is 18+. I repeat: 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞. For those who are still under 18yo, BACK OFF!. Be a good child and wait for your 18th birthday. Okay? You have been warned!

Nothing that, I would like to celebrate these special events below:

Happy Lunar New Year! 🎉 Chúc mừng năm mới! Tết nhà nhà an khang thịnh vượng!

Happy Valentine!💝

Happy Carnival Festival!💃

Note: As Tumblr is limiting Blocks, I separed into 2 parts.

[Spin-off: Happy Holidays 🔞 - Part 1]

Scenario: This spin-off takes place during a time when the entire circus had grown comfortable around you to take their masks off in your presence. And you, in turn, felt at ease sharing space and time with them.

You almost forgot the biggest holiday in your own homeland. Well...Who could blame you for forgetting?... You were busy. Hella busy with balancing between the work shifts and spending time with the circus routine. It was okay and fun. Compared to those early days, when you were constantly stressed, this moment felt relaxed and genuinely comfortable. So you kinda forgot about it...

The memory didn't just decide to jolt back to you suddenly one day. No... You were going shopping for groceries, with Bil in his human disguise. Just for some needed stuff to fill your empty fridge, while Bil was shopping for Pierrot's recipe. Since you both needed to pick something up, you decided to go together.

"I need some vegetables, some sauces, and pork. What's about you?"

"Some peppers and salt." Bil replied.

Just some stuff, ten minutes at best. But you and he still took time slowly, leisurely combing through each section and every shelf. It was a habit, from when you always went shopping with your mom. To check for anything new and any discount, and to have fun in it as well. Bil didn't mind. It was not like this was the first time you two went shopping together. He actually quite enjoyed it, from what you could sneak.

"Seems like they are doing a discount on all items."

"It is New year after all." You giggled. It was the typical marketing of the supermarket in every season. Loads of discounts, loads of deals, all carefully laid out to tempt buyers into spending. Everyone knew that, you knew that, but damn did it still tempt you. Perhaps you should looked for something new too. It was New year after all. Kind of reminded you of home as well. At this time, mom... would...

Then it hit you.

"What's wrong?" Bil asked, seeing you suddenly stop mid-way with a blank face.

"...What's the date today?"

"Date? It's 4th January. Is there something mattered?"

"No, no. Not the... uhm..." You pulled out your phone in a rush, fingers tapping out “Lunar Calendar” in the Google search bar. It didn't take long before the result was out in seconds. It was in February that the Lunar New Year marked its arrival, and today was still in the beginning of January. You still had time. A huge breath of relief was released from your chest from knowing that.

"Lunar Calendar? Pray tell, Silvia. What are you fiddling about?" While you were focusing on the phone, Bil had gone behind your back and took a peek at it. Considering the height gap, it was quite easy for him to see what you were hiding. Though, it didn't please him well that you still had not yet told him what you were concerned about.

"Ah, sorry. It was nothing really. I just... suddenly remembered the holiday event back in my homeland. It's coming in February." In a split moment, you hesitated to tell him. Part of you kind of wanted to prepare and give them a surprise. Another part,... well... Was there anyone able to hide something from him? Not you, for sure.

"Holiday? What kind?" You put the phone back in your pocket and casually went back to the leisurely walk that you both previously had.

"It's Lunar New Year Holiday, also known as the biggest and most important holiday in Vietnam. People would clean or buy new things and decorate their house to the best to welcome the gods and ancestors, so they may bless them with fortune and good health in the new year." Yeah, back to your previous thought, your mom would already start looking for snacks and stuff to prepare for it. You remembered the time you had to wake up super early to help her cook the traditional foods to offer to the gods and ancestors. It was tiring, but fun in a way.

"I see. Will you also prepare for it then?" You...did want to. Yeah... However, it might pose some difficulty. Would this isolated town even have the necessary stuff?

"I'm... not sure. I will be needing a lot of things..." Like foods, decoration, etc. Did the supermarket even have incense?

"Do you need help?"

"Well... Let's comb the market first." Yeah, you could make a plan later based on what you could find here. Some stuff would not be available, you were sure. But others could be a substitute for it. It didn’t have to be made with the right ingredients. In a nowhere town like this, you couldn’t afford to be picky.

"Alright."

The two of you ended up spending far longer than usual that day, and the bags to be brought home were also larger than planned. Of course, as a gentleman Bil was, he didn't let you help to carry the bag, even just one.

"Can I-"

"No."

"But-"

"No." Yeah... Worth a try... You knew it should be common sense that a man should help a woman carrying heavy stuff. It was just around two to three bags. But still,... it didn't make you feel less guilty. Eh, who could you say to now? To yourself if that one counted. So you smiled, thanked him with gratefulness, and fell quietly into step behind him.

The cold air struck your face the instant you stepped out of the supermarket’s cocoon of warmth. With the temperature difference hitting your poor nose, you immediately sneezed quite a few times before it calmed down. Being weak to temperature change was truly suck, for sure. You wondered how long this cold weather was going to last.

"Come." You raised your gaze to Bil. He stopped to move all the bags to one side, then held out his hand toward you. As stupid and kind of innocent as you were, you didn't understand what he wanted. You simply ran up to him with eyes that glittered with question.

"Hand." Hand? As you also held out your hand as Bil did, he reached out, laced his fingers with yours, and tucked in his pocket. The warmth rushed up to your freezing hand instantly, melting away the harsh cold of winter. The steady pressure of his fingers wrapped around you tightly, occasionally massaging warmth back into the parts numbed by the freezing cold.

And just as the heat returned to your hand, so did your face.

Bil was pleased as he continued to step forward without saying another word. This height gap was something he secretly enjoyed. After all, it was far too easy to see your face. Just peeked down and there was your face. Little, adorable, flushed face. Even if you tried to cover with your scarf and leaned into him, your ears were still red.

At this kind of rare moment, Bil understood well of Harlequin. Because he, too, had an urge to rip those covers away and kiss you breathless.

And no, he wouldn't do that in public.

"Thanks for helping me carry those to my house. You can leave it on the table here." At last, the moment would end at some point. To speak with pure honesty, you kind of want to walk the long way just to enjoy it. Now, Silvia, you mustn't forgot that Bil was still carrying heavy bags. He might be strong as a monster, but you shouldn't treat him carelessly so.

"Here are your peppers and salt for Pierrot." You both were at the door entrance now, as you handed Bil the things. You thought he would simply take it and leave, as the time had gotten far too late behind the planned schedule. Peppers and salt he did take, yet he still stood there. And then leaned down to your face, to your confusion.

It took you a few seconds before you realized that he was waiting for something from you. With how the previous affection earlier, you later knew he wanted a kiss as a thank you. Embarrassed, of course, had crept back up to your neck as you giggled at the situation. A fair trade, you silently agreed.

So you kissed his cheek.

However, it seemed like Bil did not want that, as his smile dropped. Unfortunately, you didn't have time to progress what was wrong even if you wanted to. Because in the split seconds that your lips left his cheek, Bil's hand shot out and held the back of your neck firmly.

Then he turned and slammed his lips to yours.

"Mhm!" It couldn't be called a kiss if there wasn't an intertwining between tongues, could it? At least, not in his dictionary.

With overwhelming domination, he thrust his tongue inside your warm mouth without any delay. Your tongue was then twisted, your dripping saliva was lapped away, your precious oxygen air was stolen, and all was replaced with his own. Mercy wasn't an option here. You were attacked relentlessly, constantly, with absolutely no gap. Tear blurred your vision, and slowly, your mind drifted into a soft haze.

"Haa- Bil. Mhm." You were only given a short break to fill your lungs with the desperate air before he slammed in once again. Your hands were clutching at Bil's shirt as you felt strength gradually leaving you, and soon, your legs started to tremble.

You didn't even realize that your glasses had already been taken off. It was quite an annoying obstacle when he kissed you. Sticking out like a thorn, stopping him from enjoying your lips to the full. Now, he took great joy in seeing your face all flushed, your dark black eyes all glassy like stars on the night sky. And your taste? Heavenly exotic. Truly. Exotic.

You would have already fallen down by now if it weren't for Bil holding you by your waist. His other hand, still firmly, holding the back of your neck. Refused to let you pull free from him graps unless he allowed so. However, as you were only allowed to catch a few shallow breaths before he dived back in, growing hungrier with desire and more intense each time, your lungs were screaming for air. Your brain was lacking oxygen, and your pulse thundered in your ears. Anymore than this, you could really die due to a complete lack of oxygen!

You tried to hit his chest, trying to give him the signal that your brain couldn't handle it anymore. Bil did notice, though he found it very adorable as your fist trembled and barely did anything. He nearly chose to act as though he hadn’t noticed anything at all. Nearly.

"Gasp- Hah… hah…" Oh you didn't know how the air could be so delicious. How it could flood your lungs like something sweet and intoxicating, leaving you dizzy with relief. Each breath felt stolen and precious, grounding you back into your body as the haze slowly lifted, your heart still racing from how close you’d come to forgetting everything else.

As you were doing your best to get your mind back to reality, Bil, on the other hand, was fighting his inner self over whether he could just take you here and now. Please, no one could blame him for feeling this way. Just look at you.

Breathless, warmth bloomed across your pretty face. That pair of plump lips was all swollen and puffy red. A bit glossy after the intense exchange of saliva, and still dripping down from the corner of your mouth. Your mind was still riding that high as your glassy eyes from tears slowly pulled back from the ceiling to him, lashes fluttering as if the world were too bright all at once. Still wide and dazed, caught somewhere between breath and feeling.

You were truly heavenly. Impossibly exotic.

It made his lower part ache with tension.

*RING* Your phone rang. A cruel to the other and a perfectly timed for you, yanking you both back to reality almost instantly. Even so, as they always said, you got this, you lose another. Your brain kicked back in and replayed the heated moment you just had so that it could process what had just happened. And by doing so, you couldn't stop the redness from rushing full speed to your face with eyes turned into a swirl.

"I- Uhm. Can I take the phone?" You shifted slightly, attempting to slip out of Bil’s grasp. Yet he made no move. His hold on you was still firm and restrictive as the ringing stretched between you both. As flustered as you already were, it was still the better part. The worst part?

Was that you were still forced to look straight at him while his hand was still at the back of your neck, unmoving. His gaze was still intense, dark, and unwavering. True to his mood, Bil was furious inside. He was truly considering crushing your phone and continuing the previous heated moment without a single word. Just a few kisses were not enough to satisfy him after all. He wanted more. More of your warmth, more of the way you melted against him, more of that breathless closeness that left no room for thought.

He wanted to swallow you whole.

"Bil... Please?"

"..." Silence once again stretched wide. One that you silently prayed that he would listen. Prayed that this moment would end soon, so you may dig a hole and dump your face in there out of embarrassment so far. At last, it was answered.

"Very well." Your face immediately brightened as you felt his hands loosen their grip. You were safe, or so you thought.

In the next moment, Bil captured you in his hold once again. Much closer this time, much more tighter. Even lifting you up from the ground where you were standing. His face was buried in your slender neck, as his hand was still there, firmly, at the back of your neck. His long fingers controlled where your head leaned as he directed it to one side. You could feel, hear his warm breath, next to your ear.

"Silvia." You shivered. Chill ran unstoppable through your whole body. "Do not think this will be the end." Then you felt his lips pressed softly against your skin, your hands gripped his shirt tighter every second pass by.

"Ugh..." You somehow managed to bite back your moan as you felt the sudden pain.

Bil bit you.

Not enough to make you bleed, but enough to make a hickey. A mark left behind, as a reminder to continue some days soon. Once he was satisfied with the mark he made, he put you down and fully released you this time. A smile graced his face.

"Seems like I have taken up your time. I shall take my leave now." He put the forgotten glasses back on your head. And quickly turned to leave.

"Ah, one more thing-" He stopped, just before closing the door. "Do not buy gloves." Then shut he went.

"..." You stood frozen. Still processing what the hell had happened. Soon, your legs gave out. The strength drained from them all at once as the reality finally caught up to you.

Oh my gods.

Oh dear gods indeed. Such an intense session you had, wasn't it? Even more surprisingly, from Bil the man himself! You really wanted to dig a hole and stay in there for the rest of your life... Even your already warm fingers felt cold to your heated face, down to your neck.

"He really bit me." He did, undoubtedly. The pain was still there when you tried to touch it.

Well... For the starter, you weren't going to lie that you didn't like it... You... loved it, actually. Gods, it was even more embarrassing when you actually admitted it... You pressed your cold hands to your burning cheeks, hoping to chase away the flush. It did help, somewhat. Until his words played themselves once more in your mind.

Do not think this will be the end. - He said.

...Perhaps you needed a whole bucket of ice-cold water poured down to actually help chase away this heat.

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While you were still fighting against your own embarrassment, Bil, on the other hand, was simply going home as usual. You might thought he had left the moment behind far too easily. Well... True to some parts. He was a master of noticing small details, and so he was at hiding it. His face might be blank, but the furious fire inside had not yet cooled down. If he ever found out who had called you, they wouldn’t come out unscathed. He would make sure of it.

"You're back late." Surprisingly, Harlequin was the first one to greet him. "Were you having a bit too much fun with our darling?"

He was, until the interruption that was.

"Quite rare to see you waiting for me. Have you run out of ideas to annoy Pierrot?" Bil ignored Harlequin's obvious attempt to bait him out and walked past as if he weren’t even there.

"Oh, I still have many. I'm just switching things up now and then. Wouldn't it be quite boring to target one person all the time?~" Harlequin trotted along at Ticket Taker's heels, trying to sneak for any slip-up from the old man who had just got a fun time with you that the others couldn't go with. It was just for a few things to pick up at the supermarket, yet they took hours. Plus, Ticket Taker was never late behind the planned schedule. But he did, this time. Harlequin was sure something happened.

"If you think you have quite a lot of time to mess around, how about preparing for your show? I'm certain your show will begin in a few minutes." Bil knew the schedule of the circus by heart, he and Jester were the ones who made it every morning after all.

"They'll be fin-"

"Do. Not. Let the guest wait, Harlequin." A warning. Bil's smile dropped as he stopped and turned his gaze straight to Harlequin. Either he was going to quit this pointless game and not waste time further, or they were going to have a bad time.

"...Tsk. Fine." Stupid old man, Harlequin silently cursed in his head. But no worry, if Ticket Taker wouldn't tell him, he still had other ways. Specifically, you! With a new plan in mind, Harlequin turned and left for his tent, fingers laced behind his neck, every step smug and unbothered.

At the same time, Bil also turned his heel and continued for the kitchen, where Pierrot was still waiting.

"Apologize for the wait, Pierrot. Here are the peppers and salt." The rich scent of red meat was first to hit his nose, layered with spices. Nearby, a pot simmered, bone broth rising and falling in a slow boil. Pierrot was cutting the vegetables, ready to throw them in the pot, when he spotted Ticket Taker. A smile spread on his face as he nodded thanks and took the peppers and salt. Sprinkled some here and there, let it rest for fifteen minutes, then it would be ready to be fried in the pan with heated vegetable oil.

"It's rare to see you back late, Bil." This time, it was Jester who asked, arms crossed over his chest while leaning toward the entrance of the kitchen. "May I guess?"

Bil smiled, already knew what Jester was going to guess. The two of them worked along far too well, each knew exactly what the other was thinking. So yes-

"Half correct."

"Hm. A shame then. Another time?"

"For certain." Jester giggled. Poor Pierrot stared blankly at the two, not really understanding what conversation was taking place between them. He decided not to pay it any mind and focus his attention on the cooking.

"On a side note, do you have any spare time, Jester? I would like to discuss something with you."

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The rich aroma of coffee beans filled the air of the cosy coffee shop. Coming from the hissing sound of the espresso machine that ran constantly. Blending with the fresh tea leaves still immersed in the pot, relieving its delicious bitterness. The warm light spilled from hanging lamps and cast soft amber pools over worn wooden tables. The shop was quiet, yet not quite, as the low hum of conversation merged with the gentle, soft music playing in the background.

"Here's your drink. Please enjoy." Another guest was happy to be served. Today was more on the chill side of the rush hour. Customers came, but it was not crowded. Hence, you had some small breaks in between here and there. Usually, you would use that time to sit staring blankly at the atmosphere, trying to relax your mind. It was a new habit of yours that took root in the early days when you and the circus weren't on good terms yet. When the stress was too much, to be more precise.

It was much better now. Though the habit died truly hard.

That said, today was different. Today, you had a side quest. And that side quest was~

'Asian market' - Yup, searching for Asian market location! The shopping yesterday was truly not enough for you to actually prepare for the Lunar New Year. None of the alternatives could truly be considered a substitute. For example, the most important material that was not available in the supermarket:

Incense.

They didn't have incense!

It was the most important material that nothing could replace!

"The nearest Asian market is..." Fucking hell, more than thirty kilometers away! But first, you were more surprised that there was actually a place outside of this isolated town. You weren't allowed to stray past the town border alone. Specifically, you must be companied with at least one of them. Or else, some strange trigger might occur, and they would confine you for a whole day.

It wasn't pleasant, and it was said from experience.

"Is there a...Hm..."

"A what?"

"Hic!" Oh your poor phone almost kissed the hard ground. It already had cracks on the screen, please spare its life too... "Gods, Harlequin!"

You turned to the counter, where Harlequin, in his costume uniform, had already taken the comfy seat. Acting all smug with elbow on the table and chin propped in his palm. Happily giggling at your earlier yelp.

"What? Was there something I shouldn't see in that little phone?" He smiled, eyes glinting with mischief. Stealing your phone was an easy task for him, far too easy. You knew he would do it if you didn't tell him what it is. But then again, you could turn it into something advantageous.

"Hmm~ You wanna know?" A challenge. One you always did with him from time to time. A little game to made thing spicy. And Harlequin always loved it.

"Hooo~ What're we playing now?"

"A guessing game. The loser will do whatever the winner says."

"Anything?"

"Anything. You got three chances." You smiled confidently, while a dark, wide smile spread on Harlequin's face. He always got excited whenever their little game started. The last one he won, and he enjoyed every. single. moment of the prize he got. This one, too, he would make sure you wouldn't be able to walk for a few days. Oh just thinking about it sure made him ache.

"So what was I doing?" What were you doing... His mind began its analysis.

"Checking for lunch?"

"Nope"

"Online shopping?"

"Close. You got one chance left." So you were looking for something to buy, hmm.

Then his eyes landed on your neck. On your white, slender neck, the part he loved the most to leave every single bite mark littered around, a bandage was planted. Just a normal standard one, but it wasn't the point. The point was you were hiding something under that bandage. Barely hid it, actually. Harlquin could see the purple color leaking out at the corner.

That damn Ticket Taker left a hickey on you.

The moment he came into the coffee shop, his eyes fell on you. That bandage had been sticking out like a thorn. No wonder he was back late yesterday. Harlequin's hand was itching to rip that one away and cover your neck again with his mark. Two and three might be enough to ease away.

And so he did reach out to your neck.

"Let me see~ Seems like you had some fun with Ticket Taker yesterday, didn't you?" Your body tensed up as his claws softly brushed over the bandage, your eyes more focused on him now. You had hoped the bandage could work its wonder. Apparently, still no. Knowing Harlequin, he definitely imagined all kinds of ways to have fun with you. But you wouldn't back down now. If you did, he would be able to slip through the loophole and make the game meaningless.

"Who knows?" You said.

"Playing hard to get now?~ How about letting me make it better for you? I can get you to the peak better than that guy." His whole hand now holding your neck, caressing gently, inviting. How tempting.

"Last chance, Harlequin." You smiled, eyes unwavering. You were used to his flirting by now. It no longer affected you as much as before.

"Thennn, you were looking for something to heal this... thing faster. Am I right?"

"Wrong. You lose, Harlquin." Hahaha, you weren't going to lie that you liked the moment when Harlequin's smile dropped. It felt great to have the revenge here and then.

"No?"

"Nope." You let out a light laugh when you heard a tsk from him. "Too bad huh~" You joked as you reached up and gently pulled his hand away from your neck. He assumed you’d release him to get your personal space back, but surprisingly, you didn't. You held on, grasping his palm with your two small hands, caressing it with your warmth.

The effect was immediate: Harlequin was stunned.

He might be a flirting jerk, a mischief bastard. But after spending time with each other and going through many events, you had come back to love him just as he had fallen for you. So you knew his weakness, laid open before you like a door. And both of you loved to use it against each other as a way to convert love. Just like now.

"I won this time." You then used his hand to cup your cheek, and a smile bloomed on your pretty lips.

"..." Yup, he was still stunned. You tried your best to hold back your laugh. Harlequin’s naturally curly hair would sometimes arrange itself into small, endearing shapes. Your favorite was the heart that shaped near his ear, appearing only when he genuinely loved the moment. It had curled up quite a big one this time. How ironic that the biggest flirt would be bad at getting flirt back at him.

"Sooo~ Harlequin, as a loser, you've got to do one thing for me. Right?"

"...Haha, you being quite bold today, aren't you? Do tell. What do you want me to do?" Finally, he recomposed himself. Once back, he immediately closed the gap between you and him. After all, you placed his hand on your cheek yourself. Surely you expected this, yes? His breath lingered near, merging with yours in the narrow space between you. Your lips barely touch his mask, where his was located. Eyes to eyes, staring unblinking. The world seemed to be quiet, as if it were holding its breath with you.

Then he noticed your hand slid into your pocket.

Harlequin backed away instantly, ready for the water spray. It was an instinct born from your multiple tries in spraying him. The worst loss he suffered was three times straight to his face. Since then, he had been quite attentive to where your hands were located. But what was next was simply your laughter, echoed to his ears.

"Hahahaha!" All the held back from laughing out loud broke through like a broken dam. What could you do? He jumped back like a cat on zoomies that just accidentally touched the aluminum foil when you hadn't done anything yet! Well, not yet!

"Haizz, looks like today is not my day huh." Sure it was. Soon, the laughter calmed down, your expression relaxed when you gazed at Harlequin.

"You can't win every time, Harlequin. Let me bathe in the victory too."

"Sure, sure." At last admitting his defeat, Harlequin waved his hand dismissively. "So what is it?" He returned to the previous pose, elbow popped on the counter, chin resting on his palm. No more smuggling face though, hah!

"Right." Your hands went back to work, making the usual drink that he always ordered. The hissing sound of the machine growled, juicing out the bitter breath of beans and steam into the cup. It was a simple iced coffee, so it took you a few minutes at best. "There's a place I need to go to."

"And you want me to take you there?" You nodded. They never drink or eat in public, so you set it in a paper cup instead, keeping it light, temporary, something he could take away easily. Then you took your pen and wrote Harlequin's name on the cup, along with a heart.

"Why?" He was quite confused as to why you needed him for that. Eyebrows lifted as the cup was placed in front of him.

"It's very far from here, but only that place has the thing I need. So I really need help to get there." Far? Oh, you weren't going to tell him you wanted to go outside of town, were you? Harlequin's heart raced at that thought. He hated, no, he despised you going out of the town border. He always felt like once you were out there, you would disappear and never come back.

"Tell me. Is it outside of the town?" His face darkened. Well, you kind of expected it. It was... a sensitive topic to them. Even so, you really needed to go there if you wanted to prepare for the Lunar New Year!... Worth a risk?

"Yeah." Harlequin wanted to refuse outright. Sure, he would company you anywhere, he could... go with you outside. Though the thought of you disappeared once you stepped outside of that border, his instinct to hold you captive before you went away flared up. Maybe he should refused-

"Harlequin." He jolted. "I'm not going away. You're with me, aren't you?"

...Honestly, the favor seemed to outweigh the prize by a wide margin, didn’t it?

"So a date, huh? You want me that bad?~ You could have said so. I'd-"

*Jingle* Oh! Pierrot came!

"Hi Pierrot. Same usual one?" You beamed a gentle smile at Pierrot's blushing face. He nodded eagerly as he took a seat on the counter as well. Of course, not without giving Harlequin a sharp glare, and Harlequin answered with a smug, raised smirk. Those two never got along well, but still, it was better than before.

Pierrot had a sweet tooth, so strawberry and chocolate were his favorite flavors. It actually suited him well, considering Pierrot's personality. Endearing in countless ways, if occasionally a touch overbearing. But at the end of the day, Pierrot was like a giant puppy. And you loved him for it.

A strawberry, chocolate, coffee milkshake for the puppy Pierrot, you made it to be in the same paper cup as Harlequin's, with a written name and a star next to it.

"Here you are. Enjoy." He was overjoyed. His golden pupils shaped into a heart, pink blush bloomed on the white mask, and a big smile spread across his happy face. You secretly took out your phone to capture both Pierrot and Harlequin.

Two... Oh!

"Pierrot." He looked up to you instantly. "How about you coming with us too?"

"What?!" Harlequin scoffed. "Wasn't the plan to go with me only?"

"The more, the merrier, isn't it?" It was only merry with you alone! - Harlequin so wanted to argue back. A scowl displayed itself with the help of his eyebrows sticking together. He folded his arms together while an uncomfortable crooked smile tugged at his lips. Clearly hating the idea that just came out of your plump lips.

On the other hand, Pierrot hadn't grasped over what was going on. However, his imagination dog ears almost instantly raise up at the sound of going with you. Going where? Well, not important yet. He was just so happy that you were inviting him! His eyes were round and shiny, his smile spread wide. Nodding frantically as saying he would love to come wherever you wanted to.

Well, now that gave Harlequin more reason not to want Pierrot to go with them.

"How about just the two of us instead? Taking this puppy along is just... distracting." Now it was Pierrot's turn to show disgust. The two of them started the glaring competition over who would remain the last. Truly a cat and dog fight between them... At least they tried not to kill each other in your presence.

"Well, since it's quite far away, two coming with me will help to convince Jester better, right?" ...You weren't wrong about that. Going out of the city border would require notifying Jester about it, and could only proceed with his approval. Hell would break through if we skipped that part. Hah! Who was Harlequin kidding? He would make Hell if you just gave him a chance to piss off with Pierrot.

Pierrot, on the other side, was now questioning where the destination would be, as the bell jingled slightly when he tilted his head to one side. Though, not being able to speak had its own difficulty. Specifically, he couldn't call out for your attention, which was on Harlequin at the moment. Quite irritating. Not to mention, just like Harlequin, Pierrot also noticed the bandage on your neck from afar. Only that he didn't know who did it.

Ever since he accepted that keeping you with him forever meant sharing you with others, he still could not help but be sad that you couldn't be his alone. But it's okay, he told himself. As long as your heart still had him, he loved you to the end of the earth. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you so-

"Pierrot? What's wrong?" You asked. Pierrot seemed to look strange for a moment there. You were wondering what caused him so, but you kind of guessed. Since it was the same for Harlequin, the bandage stood out. With Pierrot's keen eyes, you were sure he noticed it. Even so, he was back in an instant the moment your sweet voice called out to him. He stood up straight and leaned over the counter, bringing himself as close to your ear as possible. You also came closer to let Pierrot's hands hold on to your shoulders.

"Where are we headed, Silvia?" He whispered. It brought a light shiver to your arms when he spoke so close. It wasn't the first time he had to do so, yet you never got used to how deep his voice was, barely touching your ears.

"Oh, to a place outside of town." Pierrot jolted. Outside of town?! Oh he was so going with you. He would never ever let you go out there with Harlequin alone. Who knew what he could do with you without him there protecting you? No no no, even imagining disgusted him. But yes, they would need Jester's permission to go out. Perhaps he could just convince Jester to have him follow you was enough. No need for that... despicable snake over there.

Once again, you saw the two start the glaring competition. Much... more intensively, this time.

"Alright alright you two, stop fighting in the shop. Shall we go together later? My shift will almost end soon." At last, these two finally calmed down. Soon they both went out to finish the drink, might as well wait for you to finish the work shift. Not too long later, your boss came in, signaling that you could leave.

"Bye boss, have a nice evening." You waved, now joining the two waiting outside. The chilly air was still there as you blew your warm breath to melt the coolness seeping to your gloveless hands.

"Want me to warm your hand better, Silvia?~" Of course, Harlequin always found opportunity to flirt. Pierrot immediately pulled you over to him and acted as a defense shield between you and Harlequin. But then an idea popped into your mind. Well... Thanks to Bil, you supposed so. You took Pierrot's hand, then Harlequin's on the other side. Linking fingers with each other, as warmth slowly spread through your palms.

"This way is better for all, isn't it?" You smiled, gently swinging both of their hands back and forth in yours. Pierrot's eyes had already been shaped into a heart, blushing as he enjoyed this cute moment. While Harlequin, still smiling in mild confusion at your actions, eventually relaxed into the calm rhythm. The three of you walked to the circus, hand in hand, savoring the peaceful moment before confronting Jester. Oh you prayed that Jester allow...

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"You may."

...

...Huh?

Shock was the first reaction you had, confusion was the next, then doubt came and still stayed on. Your eyes rounded in shock, your mouth parted in disbelief.

What did you just hear? Jester's words were gentle, yet it hit you like a sudden blow, unexpected that your mind refused to catch up.

Did he just allow them in the first go? Without looking up from the documents? You replayed what you had just heard, again and again, searching for a mistake, a misheard syllable, some kinder meaning hidden between the sounds. But the truth stayed where it was.

"You may." Jester repeated. Now did it really nailed down the inner doubt within yourself.

"You... not going to ask me why?..."

"I see no point at the moment. However, be sure to keep both of them... not killing each other out there." Well, you were sure you could, but... That easy? Huh? No way did Jester just allow you so without doing anything??

"I- Am I in trouble?" Jester finally looked up from the documents. You might thought he was actually enjoying looking at your face, all confused and scared. Or perhaps he truly was.

"Why would you think so, dear?~" His smile curled up to a wide smile, all fangs shown to your eyes, which was filled with slight fear. He wouldn't do anything worse than killing you. No. But what scared you more was the... er... play times... with Jester. Those times were... intense, if you could put it that way.

"Well..." You were not sure how to reply to this, honestly. It was just a hunch. The burning feelings that help your mind to raise a red or green flag, said so... You really wished you were still with Pierrot and Harlequin to confront Jester together... Sadly, they had to go to their tent for the performance. So, leaving you, fiddling your fingers together, head hanging low as you tried to rack your brain over how you should reply. "I- Uhm..."

"Come here." You raise your head now. There, behind his table, Jester turned slightly to the side and opened his arms wide, while the other was still propped beneath his chin. Come sit here - His eyes displayed the command clearly to yours. On his lap, he meant. You didn't want to waste time coming over, though, your steps were slow and calculating. Even so, you hesitated to actually sit on his lap.

"What are you waiting for?" You sat almost instantly down. Oh you knew better than anyone to anger him any further. Nothing would come out well if you misbehave. You were indeed right. Jester had two choices in mind if you refused to follow him. Either on his lap, or his cock. Still, he would praise you well, seeing you were well-groomed at this point.

"Am I that bad impression on you to think I would do something, Silvia?" Yes, absolutely! - Or so you wanted to say. Hah! Nah... Not when you were still cherishing your own life, especially when his hand was now wrapped around your waist.

"It's not that, Jester. I'm just...really confused."

"Why so?" Jester was having fun. Quite enjoyable indeed. The little rabbit of theirs was so cute, eyes slightly trembling beneath his palm, not daring to move a single muscle unless he allowed you to. How adorable.

"You always check for details. You...did not, this time." He and Bil had indeed trained you so well that you somewhat became their ideal pet. Speaking of Bil, he now saw the pathetic bandage, hiding the mark Bil left yesterday. With the hand wrapped around your waist, Jester then raised and brushed his knuckles lightly across it, catching and lifting strands of your hair in the motion. Then it clicked you.

"Did... Bil told you about the Lunar New Year?" He smiled. Yeah, jackpot then. You felt so stupid for not remembering that Bil and Jester were very close. Especially when it came to the management term. Of course Bil would have told him!

"Indeed, he had." Jester giggled. Hence, the no point in asking you why you need to go that far. Yeah, all made sense now. You were just stupid that you placed yourself in this pinch situation, where Jester was still enjoying your suffering.

"However-" He now moved his hand to lift your chin so that your eyes could stare straight into his gleaming purple eyes. His eyes glowed as his wide smile, full of fangs, shone with unspoken schemes. "As our pet was too worried about the consequences of each action. Shall I take something in return for approving this outing?"

Oh shit. Yup, you fucked yourself up. Well... What else could you do? Nothing but accepted it, that was.

"...What is it you desire?" Calm, you tried, but fail, you got. Your pulse thudded in your ears, your hands clapped tightly together on your lap, trying to focus all your anxious to the fist instead. It hardly helped as Jester responded with a low, amused laugh.

Yet he did not continue with a word.

Instead, he proceeded with a thumb, rubbing slowly, but harshly, at your lips. Then his thumb's claw slowly pried open your lips, through your teeth, then thrusted deep down to your throat. He was having fun with the wet sound your mouth made when your tongue was being rolled around. Slippery, dripping~

You couldn't breathe well. You tried to breathe through your nose. Though every time you tried that, his thumb would suddenly press down, hard, at the base of your tongue. You almost choked a few times. Jester's glove was surely drenched in your saliva, you were sure. Even so, it couldn't suck all the saliva that was dripping from your mouth. It dripped and was still dripping uncontrollably from both corners of your mouth, down to your pants.

Your hands were not able to keep clapping together. It needed another place to hold on to. It needed a place to grab onto. And so it did find, to Jester's arm, which was still thrusting in your mouth.

"Mhm..." Your eyes blurred with tears. Your glasses were once again taken away with Jester's other hand. He was no longer leaning on his fist while admiring your pathetic face. He was now straightened, his gaze fixed squarely on you below. How cute, he thought.

"Hah!... Hah..." You thought it was over when Jester pulled back his thumb. But oh, how wrong you were. Your chin was lifted once again after you took a good amount of air to supplement the lungs. Your eyelids were blinking furiously to clear away the blur caused by tears. And there, you saw Jester's mask, where his smile was located, now cracked open, and out was his long purple tongue.

"Uhm!" In an instant, your airway was completely blocked, your tongue was being abused by his long one, mercilessly. There was no gap left for you to do anything besides accepting it. His tongue, the second longest after Pierrot, reached down to your throat, tickling the warm and tender meat teasingly. Like an inner itch that you couldn't scratch it off. It was driving you crazy.

Your brain, lacking the necessary oxygen, slowly became hazy. You tried to give Jester the signal by tugging at his sleeves. Though you were not sure if he wanted to choose to notice it... Thankfully, he did.

"HAH!... Hah!... Hah..." Well, considering Jester's personality, he wouldn't give it so easily. When Jester pulled out, his tongue was still wrapped around yours, pulling yours out along the way. So yes, your mouth was left wide open, your tongue being pulled out the best he could. You couldn't swallow the saliva that was pooling up at the back of your throat.

"Uhm!" And in he went, for a second dive. Along with a low giggle, vibrating faintly between the heated clash of tongues. It was truly entertaining to him, watching your eyes roll up in pleasure. He even noticed how you rubbed your thigh together, trying to relieve the burning itch down there. However, what a bad pet. Seemed like he hadn't trained you enough. Who allowed you to try to pleasure yourself without his permission?

Like a sudden shock crashed down on your overwhelming mind, Jester's whole hand gripped your throat. Further blocking your blood flow to your brain alongside your blocked airway. It wasn't hard enough to completely kill you, just barely, barely enough to keep the blood flowing. Nonetheless, your brain triggered the fire alarm, your eyes shot open, trembling, stricken with fear. The action succeeded its job so well that your body had now frozen up. Every instinct screamed at you to react, to pull away, yet you couldn't move your body. Not when his hands were still gripping tight.

And it pleased Jester immensely.

"Hah!...Hah..." Another break. This time, he pulled out completely, but his hands were still there, gripping, firmly. Your mind was gone, lost in the nothingness behind your closed eyelids. You were just so happy that you could suck in the oxygen, to fill your lungs back with life. Nothing else mattered at this point. Nothing.

"That will do for now." With that, Jester released the grip on your throat.

"..." You still hadn't come back to reality, but you did feel it was better to breathe. It probably took you a few minutes to finally get back and slowly open your eyelids, blurring with tears.

"Go and wash your face before going out, darling. It's a mess. Or perhaps you prefer to keep it as it is? I don't mind either, dear."

"...Huh? Ah, okay..." You hadn't processed fully what his words were. However, it was better to get away before it got any more... intense. You quickly ran to the back of the tent and saw yourself in the mirror.

You looked... like a mess, indeed! If you could have seen the face you made with Bil yesterday, it would surely be the same as the one you were having right now. God, you once again wanted to bury your head in the hole somewhere. But let's not dawdle around for long, you got Jester's permission now. You should leave.

"Thanks for giving me permission, Jester." You gave him the thanks as you were about to walk out.

"Silvia, dear." You stopped in your tracks.

"Don't think about using that opportunity to run." Run? Oh... Run away? As if you could do that.

"I won't." You smiled in understanding. But, to be frank, Jester didn't exactly need to ask. He already knew exactly which words would leave your lips. After all, he always liked to keep things under control. You were no exception.

Your eyes briefly shone as you turned away, like a blink slipping past.

A fleeting shimmer of purple glint.

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You couldn't sleep well. Your poor eyes clearly lacked sleep as dark shadows settled beneath them. Even if you tried to hide it with makeup and glasses, it... didn't help much. Oh welp, it was what it was. But why were you lacking sleep?

Well... you could say that the excitement was to be blamed. Not yours to be, obviously. You were finally going outside the border! Not to mention, it was an Asian market! One that all Asians would love to go to every day for groceries. For real, sometimes you really craved for your hometown foods, you were ready at anytime to make it yourself if there was no place selling it. But sadly... There were no ingredients to make it in the first place.

"Silvia." You heard Harlequin's voice calling out for you. The crunch sound of tires on gravel echoed in the alley, then the low idle of an engine settling in as he stopped the car. A smile bloomed on your face, your steps skipping a little when you walked over. You had expected them to wear casual outfits for this outing. The official art of these two was made public by Neko before, so it wasn't much of a surprise to see them in the same exact one as the art.

"Hello there, handsome." You bend down a little to look through the window, to Harlequin, who was in the driver's seat. A long-sleeved T-shirt formed the base, with a turtleneck hoodie layered over it, the thick collar rising to his neck to cover what little was left of his exposed white makeup-covered skin. Bonusing in a beanie hugged his head, half-hidden beneath the hood pulled low over it. Of course, not without a mask covering his mask. Funny though, a mask to hide a mask.

"You just noticed that, deary?~" Hidden behind the mask, yet you still could see quite clearly that a smirk was spreading proudly at the compliment. You laughed a bit before turning your gaze to search for your dear golden puppy, sitting in the back of the car. And there he was, also leaning forward a bit to look for your face as well, with anticipation.

"Hello to you, too, my handsome." Pierrot's eyes sparkled up, a smile spreading so wide you could see the corner of his peeking out of the mask. Pierrot's outfit was the same as Harlequin's, in terms of covering every bit of his skin. He wore a turtleneck T-shirt, the fabric hidden beneath a jacket that added weight and warmth to his frame. A brimmed cap shadowed his eyes, half-hidden by the hood. They were both wearing gloves as usual.

"Yours? Am I hearing a favorite here?" Harlequin raised an eyebrow at you, clearly questioning your choice of words.

"Oh? And am I hearing a jealous tone?" You snickered back at him.

"Jealous? Don't compare me with this naive idiot. I don't even need to when you come right to me anyway. Isn't it?~" Pierrot turned on Harlequin in a snap, his face dark with murder intent, eyes splintering into a glare sharp enough to wound. Harlequin, in return, tugged his mask down, flashed Pierrot a crooked smirk, and lifted a middle finger in lazy defiance. You were not sure if Pierrot brought his knife with him or not, but you should calm this down before the actual blood was spilled.

"No fighting in the car, please, guys." You opened the door to the front seat and sat down, next to Harlequin in driver one. Once you settled in, you noticed that it was all quiet all of a sudden. Turned out, both Pierrot and Harlequin were staring at you, your outfit to be more precise.

"What?" You did try to dress up for today. A simple one, you believed so. Just a simple blouse with a pale, misty blue patterned with faint marbling, probably looked like veins of ice beneath glass. It hugged the shoulders up to your neck before spilling into airy, translucent sleeves and small flourishes at the cuffs. It was the prettiest one and still kept you warm that was available in your closet. Since they were going shopping, meant a lot of walking, you got the lace-hem wide-leg pants which the fabric was soft to the skin and fell freely down to your ankles. It was kind of simple, you thought. But at least it still left the impression of going out. After all, today might just be a grocery trip, it was still a date of you three. You wanted to show off a bit.

Might be a bit too much with how those two keep staring at you.

"You're very beau-" Not letting Pierrot finish his sentence, Harlequin pushed his blushed, smiling face back, palm firm against his jaw. "You're sexy today, huh? All dressed up for me? But I prefer a bit more... skin-exposed if you know what I mean~."

Naturally, yet betraying your hope, Pierrot did bring along his knives. His hand curled up in a fist, gripping the handle tightly, and slowly raised up. The blade caught the light as it reflected in your eyes. You quickly turned your body, shifting your weight as you moved from sitting to kneeling on the seat. The cushion dipped beneath your knees as you lifted yourself higher, leaning forward and grabbed both Harlequin's arm and Pierrot's.

"I said No fighting! I want to be back with no blood spilled, please." Gods, this ride was going to be a headache! You were kind of admired Jester now, to be able handle these two. For Harlequin, you tried to pry his hand from Pierrot's face. On the other hand, you tried to push down Pierrot's which was holding the knife. But uhm... Not an inch moved. They were indeed fucking strong in strength...

They likely thought it was pathetic of you, the fact that you’d even tried to compete in strength in the first place. Embarrassment slowly rising up to your ears as you thought about it. In fact, it was actually the opposite. So cute - was what they thought. Like a shaking rabbit, trying your best to pull their arm with your frail muscle to almost non-existence. Nevertheless, they both glanced at each other, quietly agreeing to cease this bickering for your sake. For now.

"Fine fine, our little dearest has so many requests~." Thank you! - You silently screamed in your mind. You were about to release your hold on their arm to sit back down. But instead, they took your hands gently, one in each of theirs.

Pierrot had already put back his knife somewhere, his mask was pulled down. He gently led your hand to cup his face, where your palm covered the lower part of the mask, where his lips were located. Like a kiss to warm up your freezing hand.

Unlike Pierrot in a warm, gentle way, Harlequin was more in his type, a teasing way. At least he was the same in the gentle part. His thumbs brushed your skin before he bent and kissed the back of it.

You? Well, to describe it in the most correct form, if your head could change, it would be a volcano, erupting extremely hot lava at the moment. Yup, might as well add in the sharp hiss of the kettle at its boiling peak for the effect.

"C-Can we go now?!!" Please - You prayed. Started the fucking engine, hurry!

A mischievous giggle and a happy smile were the answer to yours, before they let you pull back your hand. You quickly returned to your previous sitting pose, fastened the seatbelt, and hugged your bag for comfort. You were quite sure your face was like a ripe tomato, if not better.

Soon the engine started, the car rumbled, the sound carrying through the cool air as the gentle light of morning sun stretched across the street. The scenario changed constantly, house by house, road to road. Soon, they were getting near the border. You did go out once, but it wasn't far. At best, it was just on the secluded side of the highway. It was... a time indeed. So it was natural for you to at least feel excited to finally see the outside. Like a caged bird that was allowed to fly out in the wide sky. Except in your case, it wasn't completely free.

Pierrot cared not much for the outside. Years of travel had dulled his sense of wonder, even the widest scenery passed without notice. What he cared about instead, was you. You were so beautiful today. So marvelous, so charming. Your outfit might cover almost all of your skin, yet some parts were translucent. Those sleeves that billowed with every movement, as if they were catching whispers of wind. Your entire form flowed naturally from shoulder to hem, narrow where it needed to be, loose where it wished to wander. Like a gentle cloud, just waiting for the wind to carry it wherever it wanted to go.

That was even more the reason why Pierrot got anxious, the closer they got to the border. He was scared you might actually be lifted away, slipping through the cracks of his fingers, and flown. No, he didn't want that at all. He would rather chain you down if he needed to. He could keep you safe, keep you away from danger, from everything. It didn't help when he saw how your eyes lit up looking at the wide landscape, drawn to the endless sky stretching above. It was by far the brightest he had seen in those pair of black abyss eyes of yours.

So by instinct, he reached out from behind and wrapped his arms around you. To keep you down, to keep you right here and not fly away.

The moment when you felt Pierrot's arms hugging you, you understood the meaning. Well, to be fair, he had the right to feel so. Since well... you all had a time when things got too much to handle. It was now a quiet taboo to speak about it. Even so, you empathized with him, with his fear, his distress. So you just smiled gently and let yourself relax in his embrace. One of your hands found its way to his and softly caressed it. To let him know it was okay, you were still here. It's okay.

Harlequin's feeling was the same, however, he was better at hiding it. His tentacles were ready at any time, once a signal was shown, they would wrap themselves around you tightly. Even if you might get hurt in the process, it was still better than losing you. Unfortunately, he was the only one who could drive, and with his eyes fixed on the road, there was very little else he could do. So he let Pierrot have his moment with you. Still bitter about it, but hey, who said he could not do anything at all?

With a plan formed in his mind, Harlequin stepped down the gas. Then, like a lion's roar, the engine growled, the tires screeched against the asphalt as the car surged forward. The action startled both you and Pierrot.

"Harlequin?!" You screamed. It wasn't just a moment. No. Harlequin, the bastard fucking accelerated to Full Speed! The road was a highway, and quite vacant it might be, but it was still NOT a place to play this dangerous game! "HARLEQUIN!!"

Gods, you began to regret asking him to go with you in the first place. Deeply. Regretting it...

"HARLEQUIN! JESTER WILL KILL YOU IF YOU CRASH THE CAR!! SLOW DOWN!!!" Like he cared - So said from his laughter. Pierrot would stop that bastard already if he weren't worried about your safety sitting at the front. He couldn't risk stabbing him as well. Any wrong move and the car might really dive straight off the road. So he hugged you tighter, with a hand covering your face to avoid any impact to your head. And he growled.

Actual monster growl.

You started to freak out. Gods, you were fucking regretting going on this trip with these two. You would not be surprised if you all went home on Foot later. No, scratch that, you weren't even sure you could be back in one piece!

"PIERROT, DON'T ATTACK HIM! HARLEQUIN, STOP THE FUCKING CAR!" You wanted to go back now... Oh please let you return to the time when you decided to get him take you to the market. You would bonk yourself in the head for making such a dumb choice!

"It's fine~."

"IT'S NOT!!!"

“It’s fine~ The place is so far.” He drawled with a grin. “Buckle up. I’m about to speed things up.” SPEED UP?! That wasn't full speed YET?!

And speed up he did. That bastard actually pushed it even faster!

You gave up. Be today the day you die or not, fate would decide. And sorry Jester, you couldn't do a good job handling these two. Might you be so kind as to forgive this poor human... Actually, he might not...

It was a two-hour trip. You would like to emphasize one more. It was expected to be a TWO-HOUR trip.

That jerk managed to shorten it down to a thirty-minute trip.

Thirty. Minutes.

You somehow managed to keep Pierrot's arms in place before he swung the blade right into Harlequin the moment the car finally stopped at the destination.

"Don't spill blood please, Pierrot..." Oh, you might have motion sickness. The poor stomach churned slightly as dizziness slowly clouded your mind. You didn't have it before, but it might after this...

"Thank you, thank you, dear monsters. Your applauses are appreciated~." You were fucking kill him someday. And so were Pierrot's thoughts.

Harlequin laughed as he stepped out of the car, shutting the door with an easy click. “See?” he said over his shoulder, grin still lingering. “Told you we’d make it just fine.”

You were so wanting to punch him right in that smug, despicable face.

"Are you alright, Silvia?" Pierrot asked, concern filled his voice. His arms were still wrapped around you in a protective hold, though they had loosened now that we stopped.

"I'm okay. Thanks for holding onto me the entire ride." You pat his arms gently, telling him it was okay to release you now. He hesitated for a bit before finally letting go. Just in time, Harlequin from the other side went to yours and opened the door.

"Lady~" He bent down, one hand tucked behind his back while the other reached out toward you, palm up. A grin tugged at his lips as he wiggled his fingers in invitation, clearly enjoying the moment as he waited for you to take his hand and step out of the car. Of course, Pierrot growled once again. Telling him to back off after what he did.

Understandable. Then again, you really, really, really wanted the rest of the trip to be blood spotless...

"Pierrot, please." At least Pierrot was such a good boy, stopping the moment he was told. Harlequin was still snickering, having so much fun watching Pierrot being treated truly like a dog. In a split moment, when his attention was on Pierrot, you turned your body, pretending you were going to take his hand, your hand reached quickly into the bag and fished out the ultimate spray bottle.

"Ah!" Aw, you missed the second shot. But they did say: If you fall once, rise a hundred times. Hence, Machine-Gun Spray Bottle Attacks!

"Hey, stop it!"

"You didn't when I asked. Now it's your turn!" You also fished out another bottle and threw it to Pierrot. Now it was two on one.

Harlequin was still quick to think about the counterback schemes. He immediately went straight and picked you up when you stepped out to better spray at him. He scooped your legs up with one arm while the other wrapped securely around you, and secured the arm that held the bottle. You were now immobile in his grasp, as for Pierror? Harlequin used you as a shield against him.

"Harlequin, you coward!" With only one arm left to move around, you tried to hit his back, pushed his head to one side. Anything at this point to make him release you. But eh, at this kind of moment, you really thought about whether you should go to the gym for once...

"Hahaha. Try me~." Harlequin dashed in every direction in response to Pierrot, not letting him get behind his back. Eventually, you got tired of trying to move him. Then suddenly, a mischievous idea flashed through your mind. Ohoho, this might work. A bit risky but might!

You relaxed entirely, letting Harlequin believe you had given up and holding you better in his arms. Then slowly, you pulled his hood just enough to duck your face in.

And blew directly to his ear.

"What the-" His body tensed up instantly. His hand, which was wrapping around you, loosened up. At that moment, you moved on to your next step. Your hand did the final all strength in and pushed him hard on the shoulder. It succeeded beautifully! Although... The problem that it worked too well.

Now you were free-falling backward.

"Shit!" Harlequin reacted instantly, dropping his weight and lowering himself as fast as he could. The arm already hooked around your leg tightened while his free hand shot out, catching your back before you could hit the ground.

At the same time, Pierrot rushed in without hesitation, hands raised as he slid in close. One bracing beneath your back, the other cradling your head. Together, they stopped your fall just in time, barely touching the hard ground, leaving you suspended between steady hands and startled breaths.

"That was stupid, Silvia!" Harlequin yelled at you. Well, fair actually, you didn't expect to be free-falling as well.

"Are you okay, Silvia?" Pierrot whispered. Panic flickered in his golden eyes, as though the world itself might shatter if anything happened to you. Even so, your mind was still caught between the lingering startle of the moment and the fight they were in the middle of. Your hand was still gripping the spray bottle while your eyes gazed at both panicked faces from Harlequin to Pierrot.

Then, without thinking, you sprayed one final shot at Harlequin.

"Really, Silvia?!" Harlequin received it face-on as he was still holding you. Some of his front curls dripped with tiny drops, clinging to the edges of his white mask. The spray caught him full in the face, misting across the smooth surface of his white mask before soaking into the secondary mask beneath. It was quite a miserable, frowning expression.

"Pfft... Hahahahaha!" With your entire weight still being supported by both of them, you hugged your stomach and had the best laugh ever.

Pierrot was still unsure what to do. You weren't hurt, for sure. And you seemed to enjoy the moment, as you let your body weight on his hands and laughed freely. Oh, how he missed your sweet laughter, how his ears tickled from it, and how his heart raced at you. It never came without choice. At best, it was just a soft giggle or a forced laugh. Hence, how this moment was so precious, so... sacred. He was scared to even disrupt just a tiny bit. But oh dear, how he loved you so much. It wouldn't hurt if he could join in your moment, would it? Yes, you wouldn't mind! You were so kind after all.

So Pierrot let himself relax, and a wide, joyful smile spread across his face.

Harlequin? The poor guy's face that was still dripping with water? Well, they said that once a best friend, they tended to think similarly. Not in the exact same way, but still, similar. And yes, he admitted he also loved how your laughter flowed so freely, without any restriction. Like honey dripping into his ears. Then jealousy filled his chest. He just... couldn’t express himself like you can. But then again, it was you after all. The little rabbit that managed to get his love. So he once again admitted, he had lost this round.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't win the next one.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Harlequin swiftly let your weight on Pierrot hold instead and let you down completely, and began his tickle attack on your sides. "NO! HAHAHAHA. STOP IT!" Quite merciless one, actually. How the heck was he so good at tickling with those damn claws?! You couldn't even get a break by curling yourself up and turning side to side to avoid him, but it was no use.

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I GIVE UP! STOP HAHAHAHA!" That bastard finally stopped only after you screamed surrender. Leaving you breathing for air after using all for laughing. Tears streaked down your cheeks, your sides aching as you tried to recover, every breath coming out in broken, helpless giggles.

And fuck them did that lovely face of yours was sexy. They wanted to kiss you, so badly. To crash in those plump little lips of yours and suck relentlessly. Suck until it got all swollen up and bloomed into a bruise. Fuck did that arouse them.

Harlequin was the first to close in. The distance was shortened until it was no more than a breath between them. He pulled his hood further down to cover what little was left to be exposed to the outside sunlight. The mask had already cracked open under the mouth mask, letting his green fork tongue out in the open. With the intention of thrusting right into your mouth, he aimed without hesitation and did a sweep at those lips. Ready to force his way in and-

Pierrot pulled you back in an instant, drawing you into his embrace as he sank to his knees. Cutting Harlequin off and forcing him to quickly close back up his mask. And yes, he was pissed with his middle finger already up at Pierrot. That fucking dog managed to steal away his moment. Meanwhile, Pierrot kept wiping gently at your lips. Trying to clean away the disgusting saliva of that snake left on you.

You were not sure what you were thinking, to be honest. Or maybe you were just feeling bold today, with new outfit, new landscape, new place. And the intimate moment just now, still hanging over your mind. Your heart was still racing, pushing the blood and warmth to your face. And it brought along the desire to continue it.

So you cupped Pierrot's face and pulled him down, meeting his second mask in a kiss that silenced everything else.

Thousands, millions even, thoughts that ran through Pierrot's mind. You kissed him. What was the meaning of your kiss? You kissed him. Were you teasing him? You kissed him. On your own will? Your beautiful lips, placed neatly on the mask, put gentle pressure, feather-like, on the tiny cloth separating his white mask from yours. You were kissing him. You kissed him. You kissed him. You kissed him... Could he kiss you back?

"I was first." Before you knew it, Harlequin had already closed the distance. His huge body hovered over yours, putting your lower part between his knees. Then he gripped your left wrist, pulled away from that lovesick dripping face, and toward him instead. At the same time, his other hand cupped your face and crashed his tongue in. All the way in, this time.

"Mhm!" The clash between tongues began. You tried to keep up with him, trying to match his intensity. But fuck did your experience lacking far from his. It was only for a moment that you caught up, letting your captured hand clutch his hood and pull it down. Then the next, he completely overpowered you.

Your lungs were lacking air. Yet, every time you tried to pull away, Harlequin pushed further in, unwilling to stop this one-sided clash yet. His hand, which was cupping your face, was now firmly holding the back of your head. He wanted more. You thought you could play him in this game? Hah! How adorable your attempt was. It just made him want you more and more. Let him teach you again. Teach your body until your mind was gone, until your body begged for more.

"Hah! Hah..." Now look at you. All flushed, breathless, catching every breath like it was the most precious thing. Your oyx black eyes were round and glassy with the tears streaming down from both of the corners, even behind those glasses. And your lips, now puffed up, gleaming under the sunlight with his saliva. A string formed from the kiss broke off when they finally pulled apart. So beautiful, so sexy. Just the way he loved.

"My lady." You could hear Pierrot's chest rumble slightly as he called. Just as Harlequin was holding one side of your head, Pierrot slipped in and held the other side and gently pulled your attention to his. His second mask had already been pulled down, and his golden, long tongue slipped through the crack of the white mask, inviting itself into your warm, tender mouth.

With your face drawn upward, the difference in height made the motion inevitable as you rested on his lap. It also left the passage of your throat straight, with no angles or obstruction. Perfect for his long tongue to slid in, all the way, until he couldn't go in any further. It reached and pressed against the back of your throat near the voice box. If Jester’s tongue teased the back of your brain, Pierrot went straight for the kill.

Your brain immediately flared up when the airway was blocked, eyes wide open, and panic sparking like static, every thought turning sharp and urgent at once. Your hand clutched at his shirt in a heartbeat and tugged and tugged, telling him that you needed air. Unfortunately, the kiss had swallowed his attention whole. He was so lost in the warm, hot hunger of it that awareness slipped away, leaving only the need to feel you. To feel your inside again and again, chasing that closeness, that simple certainty of you, until the rest of the world blurred into nothing but the kiss itself.

Oh and we shouldn't forget about Harlequin. Even though he was the first to dine, expecting he stop right after was a big mistake. Oh no no, he would go deeper if not anything. While Pierrot was enjoying choking you with that long tongue, Harlequin's gaze fell down to your pretty, slender neck, exposed and vulnerable. Like an appetizing dish placed just before his hungry eyes, a quiet invitation. So why not take it? Who idiot to actually pass this out? Not him, obviously.

So he pulled down your collar to get a better view and better angle, and drawing in close, he did. His mouth found your skin, a deliberate, long lick, tasting your deliciousness before a hard bite followed, then a hard suck. It succeeded in jolting your entire body, making your clutching hands tremble uncontrollably, your eyes rolling to the back from the overstimulation.

You truly thought you were going to pass out from all the sensation, if not for Pierrot remembering, at the last second, that you needed to breathe, or perhaps he simply pulled away to catch his own. Either way, air was finally able to rush back into your lungs like something you’d been missing without realizing how badly you needed it. Your chest rose hard, then again, each inhale steadier than the last, the fog in your head thinning as the world slowly came back into focus. The moment stretched, fragile and grounding, until breathing felt like yours again.

Harlequin also finally decided to pull away, only after the mark he left behind was well done, beautifully visible against your skin. An oval row of teeth marks, well sunk down into your now broken tender skin. Once white and flushed with warm blood flowing, now the skin darkened beneath the pressure, purple and red. Finishing it with the suck, blooming the mark into a beautiful dark bruise. That was his mark. His.

It was later a silent moment between you three. The outside world mattered not to them, be it rain, be it thunder, be it the slow turning of hours beyond those walls. In that quiet, shared pause, nothing else existed. No noise, no time, only the stillness they held, and the breath they shared together. Gods how you loved these two.

And so were they, with much bigger, much more intense than yours.

Then, like a balloon pop, the moment came to an end abruptly when a car drove past them. One that reminded them that they were still outside, on the highway, doing intimate courses... Perhaps only you found yourself reddened up at the embarrassing fact you just realized. Indeed, you might be right. Both Pierrot and Harlequin did not find this embarrassing at all. They did get startled, yes, because they still need to hide their face in public. Hearing Jester's hours of scolding wasn't a fun session.

However, Pierrot had no intention of letting anyone else witness the way your expression still burned. This expression was reserved for them only. No one else should see this deliciousness. Too private, too sacred, to be shared with anyone else. As for Harlequin? Hah! He would gladly let others see. Flaunting it even, without shame, a crooked grin daring anyone to look too long, as if your closeness were a badge of pride he wore openly.

Nevertheless, they all quietly agreed that they should stop.

"Shall we go shopping?" After finally recomposing yourself, fixed your messy appearance. Especially hiding the mark that Harlequin left, thank the gods you were wearing the blouse that had the high neck. You were calm enough to feel okay to show your face to the public again. Pierrot nodded as he took your side while Harlequin followed up on the other side.

"So what are we getting? For the... New Year something?" Harlequin asked.

"Let me see." You took a long list from your bag. You needed many things after all, so it was better to write them down before you forgot. Pierrot bent down to take a look at your list, and he was quite confused by the many new names. He did recognize for some, but the rest... Harlequin was a much worse case. No clue at all! He would rather have fun trolling around than actually shopping.

"Let's go one by one." You gave the list to Pierrot while closing the bag again. Maybe you should find a smaller one, this one was a bit too big for use. As you were struggling with the bag, a hand stretched out toward you, palm up and waiting. Turned out Harlequin was offering to take the bag from you. It was an easy, wordless gesture, but it was enough for you to feel joy from it. He might be a jerk, but he could be kind from time to time.

"Thank you." You smiled, and well-reach to him did your joy.

The moment the automatic sliding glass door opened wide, and the cool air from the air conditioner blew to your face, you really thought you were back home. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, reflecting off narrow aisles packed tight with shelves of instant noodles, jars of chili paste, soy sauce bottles taller than your forearm. A stack of red plastic baskets waited by the entrance, and a handwritten sign advertised today’s special in three languages, one of them slightly misspelled. Boxes after boxes, placed, stacked on each other in the middle of the way. Gods, you really missed this kind of tidy, yet not really, of the Asian market.

Excitement was not felt by you alone, Pierrot was too. So many new, strange items! He unconsiciously took your hand and gently pulled you toward the items on the shelves and pointed. What is this? - He asked through his sparkling golden eyes. What about this? What does this do? People cook with this?

You could not help but give a soft laugh. You and Pierrot did have a lot of fun the entire time, drifting from aisle to aisle. The cart grew heavier with desired items, and things you didn’t remember putting in there at all. At the end, perhaps your entire fortune was saved just for this moment to be free. As in to be free of your possession... But it was worth it! You silently cried while convincing yourself so.

"Please drive properly this time, Harlequin." You said, though your voice was weak. Your strength had thinned out by the end of the trip. Additionally, you didn't get enough sleep yesterday as well. Even so, you wished you knew how to drive, just to kick this asshole out of the driver's seat.

"Sure, sure, get in and get some sleep." You stared at him for a good minute. That smug, smirking face did not ease your suspicion of his words at all... Oh well... If it was not him, who else could drive? You had already placed your fate in his hand the moment you asked him to.

You went for the backseat this time, with Pierrot.

"Not going to sit at the front anymore?" You gave Harlequin the most absurd face you managed to frown your face into. What? He expected you to sit at the front after what he did?! Fuck him! If he tried to do it again, he would be the first to go rather than dragging you in too! Two hands raised in surrender, and a sniggle was the response to yours. Fine, fine - He said.

True to his words, surprisingly, he did drive properly. The car no longer roared with a rumbling engine. Instead, a steady pace was set, the tires rolled smoothly over the asphalt, humming in a low, even rhythm. Soon, your eyelids gradually fell to that rhythm itself. Just before you got lost in the dreamland, you felt Pierrot's hands picking you up, then he put you neatly in his lap. The movement was careful, gentle, almost practiced that you felt no discomfort at all. Settling against the steady rise and fall of his chest, you found yourself quickly relaxing in his warm embrace. Your thoughts softened, the world fading at the edges.

Eventually, sleep cradled you in its quiet, peaceful dreamland.

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Some days had passed since the trip day. It was uneventful, thankfully and literally, on the way home. The moment you opened your eyes, you found yourself in bed, and it was already the next morning. All the stuff you bought had already been organized and put in the closet and fridge. Probably Pierrot's doing. Indeed, it was. You thanked him with the special extra coffee milkshake that day when he came by. Harlequin didn't come during the day, but he did come to walk you home at night. You two went for a dine-out dinner at some random food stall and went for some games at the arcade. Well, for the dinner part, only you ate, of course.

The days went by and repeated. Not slow, yet not fast. Your schedule got busier, though. The Lunar New Year might be a few weeks away, you still need to prepare for a lot of stuff. For example, cleaning the house on the weekend. You still couldn't let yourself be comfortable enough call it your home, but hey, at least it was still covering your head and providing you with a safe place to sleep. It deserved a thorough cleanup.

Thankfully, the duo Red and Green always came to your room whenever they were free. So you dragged them in and used them as free labor. But you did give them tips! Oh they love the special handmade Vietnamese coffee you made. It was your homeland's special coffee, though, you yourself were not really confident enough to chug it all down like Harlequin...

"How are you still okay after chugging it down like a shot?" You stared blankly at him, unbelieving in your own eyes.

"I can do plenty of other things better~." Said Harlequin with his index and middle finger curved, forming a wide circle considering his long fingers. Then his forked green tongue slipped out of his mask, into the circle. In seconds, Pierrot appeared right behind and smashed him in the head with the broomstick. "Fuck you, Pierrot!"

Ignoring that, with the help of those two, you managed to give the house an extensive, proper, sparkling cleanup. Yay, one task was crossed out of the to-do list. Next came preparing the food. You decided to spend a little at a time after you got off work. Going for that Asian market was the best decision you made, it got almost all the stuff you need to cook. Well... Let us forget about the decision to ask Harlequin to drive. But anyway! Speaking of Lunar New Year, you gotta have Spring Rolls, isn't it?!

"Silvia, is this noodle soft enough?" Pierrot showed you the glass noodle that was soaking in the water for ten minutes. It was nicely softened but still held the flexible shapes. "Yes, that's perfect. Can you help me cut it into a short length next?"

There was a good point about preparing spring roll was that you didn't need to cook them right away to keep them fresh. It was going to be fried at the end, crispy golden fried. So you could make a lot of portions of it, then stuff them in the freezer to chill.

"What is this... paper thingy? We can eat it?"

"Those are rice paper, Harlequin. It's used to wrap the meat. If you don't have anything to do, help me mix this." You place a huge bowl of meat mixture in front of him, which consists of ground meat, veggies, garlic, peppers, eggs, and newly cut glass noodles to bind all together.

You made quite a lot. Considering five monsters had huge appetites, you weren't even sure if these huge portions would be enough for them. You had wanted to buy the fresh rice vermicelli that always goes with the spring roll, along with the herbs. But those need to be bought within the day and be fresh, so you gave up that idea. Another good thing was that they would surely had dinner first before going to your house. Hence, just spring rolls and some other snacks would suffice.

"10 PM on the 16th. I'm counting on you inviting everyone over, Pierrot." Perriot happily obliged, nodding at once. You smiled and rewarded him with a quick kiss on the cheek before bidding him goodnight.

Time passed slowly but steadily again, until there was one week left. You went to the supermarket in town once more to buy some of the last items. Specifically, some snacks and drinks. But when you were scrolling through the items, something caught your attention.

'Chocolate Discount! Sweet Valentine~'

Valentine? Oh shit wait, the 14th February was also Valentine's Day!... Oh... Shit... A bit too damn late to try to think of gifts for them now... You had already spent quite a lot on the Lunar New Year. Your wallet would scream for blood if you tried to force it to cough it out more...

"Chocolate lovers! Buy five boxes, take home a free bottle of wine! Let Valentine's Day be spent in the sweetest moment!" Ugh five?! Well... enough for five of them. But!

"Lady, you looked like a person looking for gifts. May I recommend this combo set?"

"I would love it, actually. But it's out of my budget. Do you have any other set but for five as well?"

"Hmm, unfortunately, we only have this set for five." Damn it. It was a good combo, too expensive though... "How about you try your luck at our lucky draw? Maybe you can get a voucher discount!"

"Oh yes, please." Please, please, at least give me a 30% off! - You held your breath, murmuring a silent prayer, and slipped your hand into the box, pulling out a single piece of paper.

"Congratulations, lady. You won a 50% discount!" Hell yeah!

"Nice, I will use it for the combo then."

"Thank you for your purchase!"

With this, you supposed it was enough for Valentine's gifts.

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"So our dearest has finished the preparation?" Jester asked. The dinner went on as usual for the five of them, the table filled with familiar sounds and routines.

"Yes. She invites us to come over this Friday night." Pierrot nodded, and a wide, happy smile spread across his face. He would always be like that whenever he had a chance to talk about you.

"Uhm, we shouldn't disappoint her by not showing up. Do tell her we will be there, Pierrot." Pierrot nodded again, happier this time.

"Has the thing finished as well?" Harlequin asked, his tone lazy and unhurried.

"Yes, it had. All that remained was to wait for the day to come as well." Ticket Taker replied. Oh perfect, this made Harlequin lose his boredom entirely. Interest sparked where laziness had lingered before, and a slow grin tugged at his lips.

You might had thought from that devilish smirk of Harlequin, only he was planning something in his head. Again, it was him after all, probably some schemes that might or might not be related to stripping you off and had the best sex you could ever ask for. However, it was just not him. Haha, not only him this time. This excitement, the undeniable even through their mask, rippled like a rising wave through the rest of them as well. Indeed, this plan was not just one, but all of them had their hands in it.

What exactly? Well, it wouldn't be a surprise to tell it right now, would it?

Shhh, the time had not yet ripened. For now, all they could do was wait, letting the excitement settle just beneath the surface, restrained but alive, like a secret held carefully until the moment was right.

But soon.

Soon.

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Then came the day. You had asked your boss for permission to leave early, wanting time to ready the house and prepare a proper welcome for them. Also, to prepare the food tray for offering at midnight struck.

"Flowers, nicely arranged. Spring rolls, first fried is done, will be fried again later when the incenses are done burning. Snacks and fruits are beautifully displayed." Yup, the food tray for offering was done and was left on the balcony for when midnight came. The table was also set with snacks, food, and some coffee and tea. Of course, games too! A Lunar New Year, especially on the first day, should never miss out on the betting game! It was tradition, superstition, and playful challenge all wrapped into one, a way to invite luck in with laughter and a little daring.

*Knock, knock* Your face brightened at the sound, your steps quickened to the door, and you opened.

"Good evening, Silvia." Bil greeted you first while the rest stood behind. They were all still in their uniform. Pretty sure they just finished closing up the circus and came right after. Nonetheless, you were happy to see that all of them had come. A big smile blooming on your pretty face was the proof of it.

"Welcome! Please come in!"

"Thanks for inviting us to this Lunar New Year of yours. I see you have prepared well." Jester, while the others went straight into your living room, stayed with you.

"The pleasure is all mine. Thanks for accepting my invitation. I hope that you will enjoy the small moment with me on this special night." You meant what you said. This night was truly special to you, and perhaps it might be for them as well.

Traditionally, to prepare to greet the first days of the new year, families, from near to far, would take the effort to go back home. To the house they were born in, where they were raised, the place where childhood took place. They would gather around the same table, sharing food made from old recipes and newer memories, laughter spilling over stories told a hundred times before. It was a moment to leave the weight of the past year at the door, to welcome luck, health, and warmth in each other’s presence.

This house was not your home, you still refused to acknowledge it. Your heart, your soul that remembered your true home was still there, gripping tightly and not letting go. Painful as it got, bearing with it was the only choice you had. However, seeing how these five settled in as if the house had always been theirs, you could not help but feel that this place wasn't so bad after all.

Seeing your pair of abyss black eyes now alive with light, sparks dancing where there had once been stillness, and softened. Jester smiled back, ruffling your hair lightly before rejoining the group. A small gesture of affection that was enough to warm your heart. As expected of the mother of the group, you kidded yourself. Now, kept it quietly, Jester would definitely clutched your head in an iron grip if he ever heard of it instead of the gentle pat.

"Please make yourself at home. I have plenty of snacks and food if you want to try." You also quickly took out the freshly fried spring rolls, now a perfect golden color, letting the excess oil drain before arranging them neatly on the dish and placing them on the table. "It's Vietnamese traditional spring rolls, you dip them in the sweet and sour fish sauce and eat them with salads and herbs."

"Herbs, you said? What kinds?" As expected, Doctor was the first to ask. The medical field was his passion, including all kinds of herbs.

"Yes, like mints or perilla leaves, fish mint is my favorite one. Although it's a shame that I could only get mint, I couldn't find the others." Yeah, you were really craving for the fish mint. Some people couldn't handle the smell, but it was a must-have for the spring roll, and you loved that one. Truly a shame...

"Fish mint? That sounds horrid. Leaves smell of fish?" Harlequin, already enjoying himself with three spring rolls, pointed at you with the half-bitten fouth one. It actually did smell of fish, probably? "Why that confused face? You don't know what it tastes like, even though you like it?"

"Well, it tastes... like a fish mint?" What the fuck? - was the sentence shown directly from his frowning face. You laughed a bit.

"Besides that, may I ask why some of the spring rolls have... strange shapes?" Bil asked.

"Oh those, those were done by Harlequin." You pointed to those spring rolls that had terrible shape, which almost did nothing to hold the shape and the filling inside. "And those that were done nicely were by Pierrot and me."

"What? Mine also looks fine!"

"If you found those are fine, your eyes indeed need fixing." Wasn't he always? - You decided to keep that thought to yourself. Instead, you laughed, light and easy, letting the moment pass without explanation as the sound blended naturally into the warmth of the room.

You weren't really allowed to stay with them when they had dinner together, so you rarely see all five of them interacting. Actually, you would choose not to as well if given a choice. Because well... you know what their foods were. Going past that, you were relieved to see that all of them seemed to like the spring rolls and other candies like candied ginger or pomelo peel. Even Bil, with his light palate, seemed to be okay with the candied pomelo peel the most.

“So, what are we supposed to do tonight, Silvia?” Jester asked.

"Just having fun together the same way with the New Year in the Solar Calendar. Today is another New Year, but in the Lunar Calendar and in my hometown way."

You actually skipped over quite a lot of ceremonies since you didn't have time for it and didn't really want to. For example, the Kitchen Gods Ceremony, which was to bid the gods back to the sky to report on the household’s affairs of the past year. You would rather not let the gods hear the absolute chaos... Same for Indoor New Year’s Eve Offering, which was later, soon at midnight. You only did the outdoor one.

"I’ve prepared some games here. Tet never really feels complete without a bit of lottery or card play, does it? The winner will decide one thing to do with the others."

Everyone agreed to kick things off with the lotto game. The papers were passed around to select their preferred colors, and the bags full of numbers were shaken vigorously. Numbers were called and placed. But poor Harlequin, you didn't know his luck would be this bad...

"Why does none of the number landing in?!" Pierrot tried his best to hold his laugh in. You too, but fail.

"Bingo." And so the first winner of the night was Jester. "Alright, let me see." The winner got to choose what to do with others, hmm? - Jester ran the strategy in his mind. Then he looked over to you, and for damn sure, you were not excited to hear it.

"Silvia, come sit with me." See!

"Me?"

"Yes, now come." The memories from that time in his tent surged back to your brain at once, causing your ears perhaps to redden a bit. Still, he was the winner after all, so you could only oblige and came to sit on his lap. A hair ruffle followed, light and almost smug, as if he were saying good girl to you.

This, however, gave the rest the motivation to actually try to win the game. The lotto game began anew, and then the next winner was Doctor.

"Hm, seems like I have won. I will do the same with you, Silvia." And so your place changed to his lap. Later, it was Pierrot's turn.

And at the moment, you were on Bil's lap.

"Why do I feel like I'm being passed around like a stuffed toy to hug?" Only a slight rumble you felt from Bil's chest as the quiet laugh relieved under his breath, and the smirks from others were the reply to your inquiry. Well, except for Harlequin, as he still couldn't win a single game.

"I WON!" Finally! It was now your turn to come out victorious. At last, you were able to confirm that your luck wasn't worse than Harlequin's. Poor him, he was still agonizing over the losing streak. Since you were such a kind person, you took pity on him and chose to spend your prize sitting in his lap of your own accord. He was surprised, for sure, yes.

"What? You don't like it? Then I will sit in the other place."

"Who said that?" His hands immediately wrapped around your waist, capturing you in place. You might not be able to see his face well, but you were sure he was very happy inside. He was truly like a cat. A big, giant black cat that was not really good at expressing its feelings.

Time passed by quickly when people were enjoying themselves so much. Soon, it was close to midnight. You let your phone show the clock countdown by your side, quietly, not to disturb the game that was still going on.

5... 4...

3... 2...

1.

"Happy New Year." You whispered, a gentle smile bloomed on your face. Then you felt Harlequin shift, letting you sink deeper into his chest as you looked up.

"Happy New Year, little dearest." He wished. In return, your smile widened.

"Happy New Year, my love." Pierrot chimed in.

"Happy New Year." The rest then joined in. Your smile was the widest you’d managed all evening.

"Chúc mừng năm mới. Chúc cả nhà An Khang Thịnh Vượng." You said in your mother tongue, the words rolling off your tongue with a familiar accent. Soft at the edges, warm and practiced, carrying the cadence of home and years of tradition tucked gently into every syllable. Its meaning was: 'Happy New Year. Wishing you all peace, good health, and prosperity.'

"Que o ano novo lhe traga muita saúde e amor." So, returned to your wish. It was funny to see them wishing each other in their mother tongue, even though you might or might not understand the meaning. Who cared? As long as the feelings for each other were mutual.

"E que você nunca escape de nós."

"Did you say something?" Like a whisper passing by briefly, you almost couldn't catch it midway. Nothing - was the reply you got back.

"Harlequin, let me off now. I gotta light the incense." You quickly walked over to the food tray you left on the balcony, pulled out three sticks, and lit them.

Dear gods - You prayed - If there's any out there, please let this year be peaceful and... may a happy ending come to us.

That was the prayer to the gods, onward to ancestors. There would be no ancestors here, in this world, at least, not yours. You thought about it when you were thinking of what to do. So instead of your ancestors, your mind went to her.

Columbina, if you're still there, may you also be at ease. They're doing fine. Especially, Harlequin is healing, if you want to ask. Here are some of my hometown's food and snacks. Please try some with friends up there. Happy New Year, Columbina.

Three incenses, three bows, and there, all done.

"Finished?" Jester asked.

"Yup, finished. Oh! Since I couldn't really celebrate the 14th due to the tight schedule, I would like to celebrate one more event tonight!" Excitement filled your heart as you quickened your steps to the kitchen. Pierrot followed right behind you, thinking you would need help.

"It's okay, I can do it. You should return to your seat. It wouldn't be a surprise if you see it first, right?" With a little convincing, he finally returned to his chair. You also didn't let them wait for long, with five boxes in your hands.

"Happy Late Valentine's Day!" You moved from one person to the next, placing a box into each of their hands. Each had their own expression, as far as you could see. Pierrot was the clearest, his golden eyes had already turned into hearts, and a blush rushed to his mask. Next was Harlequin. Sometimes, they said silence spoke louder than words, and in his case, it truly did. He stared at it for a solid minute before his usual smirk returned. The others, not so well shown, you could only take some guesses at it.

"Little one, you do know that we don't accept gifts." Jester said softly, perhaps some curling at the edges of his voice. You remembered that, actually. And why did you decide to just do it anyway? Well... Let's just say you liked to risk your life once in a while.

"You don't like it?" You asked, voice gentle. Fingers fidgeting with each other as a faint flush crept up your cheeks, sweat beading in tiny marks as panic and shyness tangled together. Nevertheless, the fault still lay within you. And you knew well of it.

Jester could see clearly the panic in your eyes. How bold of you today, truly. Just because he had been spoiling you for a bit for the past favors, you thought you could go further, breaking the rule he made? This little rabbit really needed some punishment to teach its place once again. However, just as Jester was about to say something, Doctor spoke up.

"This is delicious. There's some liquid within. I quite like it." Jester turned to see Doctor had already torn the box and eaten the chocolate. Pierrot hesitated at first, but soon also followed his steps and enjoyed the chocolate. It's really good! So said his face while chewing it. Jester frowned at the sight. Those idiots had also been acting out lately too. Must he need to remind all of them that the rules were made for a reason?

"Doctor, Pierrot, what did I say?" The smile that was not smiling at all, twitching slightly as his eyebrows wanted to touch each other. Pierrot turned panicked immediately, not knowing how to explain. He really wanted to enjoy the gift you had prepared, whatever it was. Anything that was given by you, he would treasure it really.

As for Doctor, he didn't take Jester's discomfort tone to mind. Not really. It wasn't like you could poison them at this time. Even if you did, he would notice right away at the first bite. His body had become too far resistant to most known poisons, and even to some of his new creations, this much wouldn't faze him.

"It's safe. Nothing to worry about." He answered Jester without missing a beat. "Though I want to ask, is this alcohol liquid inside?"

"Ah yes! It's a popular chocolate that people like to buy as a gift. Do you like it?" You quickly replied to Doctor.

"I see. I do like it." And so another one popped into his mouth. You actually felt great relief to hear so, but not completely yet. Your eyes secrectly glancing at Jester, who was still angry that there were two people breaking the rule in one night. You prayed that he wouldn't get any angrier and just agree with Doctor...

"Haizz, just for tonight." At last, Jester gave in. Although not without a scolding, he reminded them strictly that this must not happen again. But hey, at least your chocolates were well received!

"Would you mind wine too? I got a bonus along with the chocolate."

"Sure, I would love that."

Soon, the atmosphere brightened, returning to its familiar liveliness once more. Time went on, and the night continued to stretch of its youth. The group decided to move on to the next game, considering Harlequin couldn't get a single win, combined with how long the lotto game usually stretched. Black Jack was soon decided to be the one. And well... it didn't really help him much.

Really, it didn't help him at all.

"I won." That was Bil's 6th streak. If he were the host and the game were betting on money, he would be rich by now. The others, of course, still won some rounds by fighting for 2nd or 3rd place. Harlequin... last place by 6th streak now.

"JUST WHY?!" He screamed for a reason.

"Perhaps you're simply not made for games." You joked, barely holding in your laughter.

"Oh? Then how about playing a... different game with me. I'll show you how victorious I can claim~."

"Try winning a card game first."

"...Tsk." You burst out laughing this time.

It was really fun, the best fun you ever spent with them. With all five of them, without tension or second-guessing, without weighing every word or calculating whether a move was too careful or too risky. For once, you could simply exist among them, laughter coming easily, the moment light and unguarded, as if peace itself had decided to stay a while longer.

Then you started to notice that Bil started to slip out of his usual formality. His posture was no longer straightened, but instead, swaying side to side.

"Are you okay, Bil?"

"I'm fi-" He covered his mouth immediately, stopping whatever it was trying to force its way out. He left in a hurry, heading for the bathroom. Concern tightened in your chest, and you went after him without hesitation. You found him hunched over the sink, one hand gripping the edge as the other braced himself against the wall. The sharp, unmistakable sound told you everything before you could even speak. He was throwing up.

"He's drunk." You almost screamed when Doctor's voice came right behind you.

"Drunk? But he only had the chocolates? Maybe some sips of the wine?" You didn't check how many he had. But surely he couldn't be that lightweight?

"He'll be fine. Just need some rest." You felt the Doctor’s large hand gently ruffle through your hair, a quiet reassurance. Telling you he would take over caring for Ticket Taker, urging you to return to the others and not worry any further. You, of course, couldn't take that to heart completely. So you went to find some towels and filled a bucket of water. Anything that came to your mind that could help to reduce hangovers.

"You can use my room to rest." Doctor nodded to the suggestion. Since he was the biggest in size, taking Bil upstairs to your room was an easy task. Only by then did you decide it was okay to go back with the others.

"My love, Silvia!"

"Huh?" All of a sudden, Pierrot appeared behind you, capturing you in his tight embrace. Though it was unusual for him, his posture faltered, and he came dangerously close to tipping over. "Pierrot?! Are you alright?"

"My love, my love. Oh my love." Once again, his stance swayed. Considering the height gap between you two, the thought of him falling was terrifying. So you tried not to get crushed under his weight if he were to fall down by quickly turning around and guiding him to sit down on the floor.

"Pierrot, you're drunk too." You cupped his flushed face, thumbs brushing gently over his cheeks as his unfocused eyes slowly found yours. They lingered there, hazy but warm, and full of lovesick. Even when he was sitting while you were still standing, he was still almost just as tall as you. You felt his large hands slowly creep from your legs up to your waist, wanting to guide you to step into his lap. But then he swayed again.

"Pierrot!" Your hands changed from cupping his cheeks, to now holding his head in your chest. Catching him before he could free-fall and kiss the hard ground, you steadied his weight against yourself. Slowly and gently, you lowered both of you down, easing him until he was lying down on his side properly. However, there was a problem.

You were now stuck. Literally.

The arms around you tightened, forming a near-unbreakable hold at your waist. Once on the floor, his large body folded in on itself, curling around you with an almost unconscious need.

Yeah, you were stuck.

"Silvia. Why do you only look at that idiot puppy?" To feel even more trapped, you sensed Harlequin's hands slipping around from behind your ears, sliding down to encircle your torso in a tight embrace. He then leaned his head to yours, behind the back of your head.

"Harlequin, are you drunk too?" At this point, concern was no longer the only thing you felt. You were still worried! But it was funny to see them drunk like this. Well... except for this clinging to trapping you to no escape. But then again, you didn't know they would be such lightweights, considering they could almost resist most.

"No..."

"Drunk people always say that, Harlequin." You brushed your fingers through Pierrot’s hair, tender and unhurried, while your other hand reached up to pat Harlequin with equal care. At that, their arms tightened almost at once, each of them seeking to be closer to you. You would let them hug you anytime they want. Really, you would...

"Uhm guys... I know you want hugs and all, but... Can you let me go for a bit?"

"No." Said both of them, at the same time. Gods... What were you going to do to escape from this prison?...

At the perfect moment, the Doctor stepped down and saw everything at once. Your expression softened and brightened the instant you spotted him.

"Doctor, please help me." You mouthed the words to him as he came closer to the scene.

"Hm, they're drunk too." You nodded. Eyes looked straight into the cyan glasses of his mask, sparkling, begging to help you get out of this. Harlequin began to let more of his weight onto you. Anymore, you would really be crushed!

This could be a problem, indeed. Doctor thought when overlooking the whole situation. Same as you, he didn't expect that everyone would be such lightweights. If it were Ticket Taker only, he could just carry him back to the circus to rest. But it seemed like everyone had been knocked out.

"Jester is drunk too."

"Wha- Really?!"

Hm, a problem, yes. Carrying all four of them back to the circus was an impossible task, even for him with his size. He also needed help to care for them. And so saving you out of those two grips he did. He moved with practiced ease, gently prying Harlequin's arms and brushing him down to the ground. Then he slipped his hands securely under your arms and lifted you up with steady strength, careful and controlled. The motion was smooth, almost effortless, as he drew you upright and away, making sure your feet found balance before he let go.

"Thanks, Doctor."

"Help me care for them here. I'll go get the beds from the circus."

"Got it."

You immediately rolled up your sleeves, steps hurried to the kitchen to find more towels. While waiting for another bucket to be filled with water, you turned on the stove, setting a pot of water to boil for a warm honey and lemon drink. Did ginger also help with hangover, didn't it? You hoped you still had some left. Oh you still had some! Nice. Once the water started to boil, you put in the ginger slices and let them simmer.

Next, you went for the bucket, now filled, and wet the towels. Since you didn't want to be captured by Pierrot and Harlequin's unconscious hands again without Doctor here, you went for Jester first. He was trying his best not to collapse on the table, as far as you could see. He sat with his elbow braced on the table, head bowed, forehead resting against his wrist. Of course, same swaying with the others. But he managed to save himself. It might not last for long.

"Jester, are you okay?" You dragged the chair and sat next to him, quietly asking while lowering your head to peek. He didn't like to be touched without checking for permission, or he was the one who did it first. "Can I help you?"

"..." No answer. You tried calling again. This time, he peeked open an eye. "It's me, Doctor is out to get the blankets. Can I help you while waiting for him?"

"..." Again, no answer. But he shut his eyes once more and gradually straightened, letting his back hit the backrest. Since he was tall, the backrest could only reach to his shoulder and could not support his neck. You stood up right away when you saw his head swaying to find a place to rest and positioned yourself so he could lean on your shoulder. Then he relaxed. You took it as a yes to your question.

Slowly and gently, you took off his mask and placed it on the table. Then, with care and tenderness, you wiped his face to his neck. The coldness of the towel seemed to make him feel better as he no longer frowned.

"It's done. Do you need to lie down for now?" No answer once again. You couldn't have a heart to call out again. Because look! His face looked so peaceful. It was the first time ever you saw Jester actually let down his guard and sleep... Wait-

"Jester, are you sleeping?" You quietly whispered. Half hoping he was actually sleeping, half not, so you could get out of this position.

"..." He was actually sleeping! Oh no... The ginger tea in the kitchen was still boiling!

Then, like a miracle, once more blessed upon you, Doctor returned with various what seem to be futon pads. You raise your hand up to catch his attention to once again, help you... Thankfully, with just one look, he understood. He dropped the futons down and pulled out what to be belonged to Jester and laid it out. Then he came over to pick Jester up and settle him onto the bedding.

One person was done.

Doctor continued to lay the rest of the futons out while you came back to the kitchen to check on the pot. It was perfectly nice simmered by the time you got back.

"Sweet honey, lemon, and ginger tea is done!" You proceed to find cups and pour them equally to let them cool. When you came back to the living room, Doctor had already tucked Pierrot and Harlequin into their bed, sleeping in their most comfortable pose. Well... probably not so much with how their eyebrows were trying to kiss each other. You quietly came and sat down above their head and did the same as you did with Jester. Thank the gods above that they didn't try to reach out and grab your hands during it.

"Will you be sleeping here as well, Doctor?" You didn't see his bed. He wasn't trying to stay awake the whole night watching over them, was he?!

"Perhaps." He returned to his seat, as if nothing had happened, and went back to enjoying his wine. "This wine is indeed delicious. Why have you not tried it, sweetie?"

"Haha, I don't usually drink alcohol. Especially wine."

"Not suit your taste?"

"Hm... I'm not sure. Wine is hard to come by in my homeland. We usually go for beer instead. I did have some cans at best. But not to the point of being drunk."

"Then come join me, sweeties. It is just the two of us left." He wasn't wrong. You were still the host in this house, leaving a guest to enjoy wine alone would have been discourteous.

"Alright, I would be a slow drinker though." And so you sat down next to him, and soon, both of you just started talking about any topics that came up. More like you opened the topic to any medical field, Doctor would naturally take the lead.

Perhaps it was thanks to Doctor mainly participating in talking that you finished three to four cups of wine. You didn't even realize you could drink that much before the heat finally caught up to your face.

"You haven't tried the chocolate, either, Silvia?"

"Hm... No, I bought them for you guys." You slowly felt the room was turning hot, or was it you?

"Then try some." Doctor picked one from the box and brought it right to your mouth. You stared at it for a bit, then slowly opened your lips to bite on it. It was sweet. Really sweet. Even sweeter when you bit down and the liquid inside poured out. This one probably had vodka inside, the bitter aftertaste lingered, distinguishable.

"Another one." Once Doctor saw you swallow it all, he picked up a different one and held it to your lips again. You hesitated, but still went ahead and ate it. Whiskey maybe? You weren't sure anymore. Then another one. Then another one.

You shook your head on the fourth one. Lips pressing together as the overwhelming sweetness turned cloying and heavy, making your nose wrinkle instinctively as you fought the urge to pull a face. The taste sat wrong on your tongue. Your mind became hazy, it couldn't form a full thought as your blurry eyes stared at the chocolate in Doctor's fingers.

Yet, the chocolate was still being held there. Unmoving. Not only that, it was pressed even more between your lips. Just as you were about to pull back to avoid it, his large hand had already held your head in place, not letting you escape. His thumb pressed the chocolate, smearing it in the process. Until you couldn't anymore, and let his thumb thrust it in. The overwhelming sweetness of chocolate, mixed with the rough taste of leather gloves and your dripping saliva, made you want to spit out whatever it was cooking, pooling up under your tongue.

As for Doctor, he was having his time. Everything about you was so small, literally. This pair of plump lips of yours, this inside of your mouth, this tongue. Even he tried to pull your mouth to the side just slightly, it had already reached its limit. He really wondered how you survive through Pierrot's long tongue, considering his was the longest among them. How interesting...

So he temporarily took out his thumb while his other hand took off the mask, then he crashed his tongue into yours. His tongue might be the shortest, closest to human length. However, its size was not normal, and it was enough to shock your brain back to reality. Perhaps... the most accurate description of what was going on in your mouth we could say was like a squirrel cramming food into its cheeks. Yes, it was indeed so. Your mouth right now was uncomfortably full.

He pulled out not long after, but he thrust in his thumb once again, keeping your mouth open.

It was sweet. Sweet of the chocolate he gave you, also toxic with the alcohol lingered.

"Hm, your tastebud seems not to be able to handle much sweetness, I see. But there's another thing I'm curious about. Do tell me, sweetie. With how small your mouth is, how could you take in the others?" He asked, yet his thumb moved further down. You could feel the claw touching the back of your throat if he so tried to hook it around. Your hands had already let go of the wine glass, and instead found their way to Doctor's arm.

Around six Inches, he remarked quietly. Would barely enough to fit the tip at best. However, he once read a document about how a woman's vagina could expand if she got enough foreplay. Then again, he had no experience in this field, unfortunately. As for the fortunate part, you were here, weren't you? A woman. He would love to test it out.

Swiftly, he moved. The next moment, you realized you were placed on the table, sitting, facing toward Doctor, and your legs were pulled apart. Heat immediately rushed to your face, and your brain flared the instinct to close your legs back up. The problem was that you couldn't follow your brain.

"Don't move." Two large hands, each on your thigh, full claws gripping your jeans to almost tear into your skin. It actually did. The piece of clothes were blocking his experiment, so he simply tore it away. Leaving only your white panties to cover whatever self remained.

"Oh? It is wet under here. Did you get excited, sweetie?" If the blush you were having was considered to be just a mild one, now it was a full-blown explosion.

"D-Doctor?!" Your hands reached out to his, a cute attempt to called to stop what he was doing. Very cute indeed! What did you expect from this size gap? He didn't budge, obviously.

"W-We can't do it here! E-Everyone i-is sleeping!" You tried to reason with him. Tried...

"Then be a dear and be quiet." Then he proceeded to tear off what little left on you.

Tiny, was his first thought. Very tiny, and dripping wet with what he assumed to be arousal fluid. And slightly twitching.

Interesting.

"D-Doctor, please- HIC!" You felt his hands dragging you closer to him, much closer, so he could bend down and take a clear look at your tiny flower. You tried to push him out again, by gripping his red hair and pushing. Not tightly grip at first, but it soon tightened when you felt his claw teasing the surface before thrusting it in.

Very tight and wet, but also very warm and tender. He barely fit his thumb in. How could others manage to make you take them in this tiny hole? He tried moving around, exploring the canal that was clamping down on his finger. It seemed that the wetness helped the smooth entry, he noted in his mind. Wearing the gloves might suck all of it, so he pulled back briefly and tugged it off with his teeth. And in it went again. His mind confirmed the previous note.

You? Barely keeping your voice down, breath shaky through clenched teeth. Your first still clutching at his crimson hair, knuckles might as well be turning white slowly. Perhaps the alcohol had dulled your mind to thoughtlessness and boosted your arousal in exchange. The wet sound from his hand playing down there just made everything feel more intense. The soft, careless noise sent a shiver through you before you could stop yourself from reacting.

But it was unsatisfying.

His finger moved around, mostly to check what the inside of you looked like. Then nothing, just pressed here and there, unbearably slow. There was a time he pressed a point so, so near your good one. But he missed. He missed it. It made you feel so frustrated with this arousal that keeps rising. So you moved a hand, shakingly, down and held Doctor's.

"Y-You need to- uhm... move in and... out." Your voice was shaken to almost a whimper. You didn't know you could say something so lewd after you said it. It was because of the alcohol, you briefly blamed it before you saw Doctor's wide smirk.

"Hm? Like this?"

"Hmp!" If Doctor were anything else, fast learning was his best point. Especially anything related to body parts. Once he got enough hints, he would test to the limit. Like right now.

His thumb was thrusting in then out, then in and out. Slow at first, then soon a pace was set. He did notice that it became easier to slip in and out as more fluid flowed out, and the canal indeed loosened a bit. So he changed to his index finger, longer, thrusting in much deeper. And pressing down to that very good point that sent an electric shock wave to your brain almost instantly.

That, of course, didn't go unnoticed by Doctor.

"So your nerve here is the most sensitive. I'll note that well."

"No wai- UHM!" Too late on regetting it. Now you could not do anything beside trying your best to shut that little mouth of yours as his finger began to pick up the pace and focus on abusing that point. Still, you couldn't keep it all in. Some whimpers escaped.

"Ah... Sl-slow down. Hic!"

"I see the clit is also a sensitive one. What happens if I do it at the same time?"

"No! Please, anything but- AH!" You almost came when his thumb brushed over your clit. The heat in your core had building up so high, the pressure mounting with every passing second. That jolt of pleasure, along with the abuse that was still going on, shot through your whole body, made you gasp, and you instinctively tried to move away from his touch to take a break. But oh, who allowed you so?

"D-Doc, plea- I-I can't." You could feel it. The dual sensations were too overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was almost bursting out. Anymore-

"AHH!" You no longer had the ability to keep down your moans as the pressure snapped when he inserted a second finger. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your body shaking and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washed through you. The table was now dripping with your fluid, flowing from his hand down.

Yet, Doctor didn't stop.

His fingers continued their relentless assault on your overstimulated flesh. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the line between pleasure and pain blurring with each pass of his thumb over your swollen nub.

"Too...much... I just came. Please wai- Ahh~" You gasped out, trying to pull away, but he held you firmly in place, his grip unyielding. "Plea- I-I'm oversensi-"

Without a word, he sped up even more, pressing harder, deeper. You gasped out again, eyes rolling to the back, tears streaming down from the painful but pleasurable overstimulation that you could not stop. You could no longer sit upright, arms slipping around the Doctor’s head as you leaned on him. As well as to let your mouth clamp down on your sleeve, desperate to keep yourself quiet.

The pressure built again, coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Your breath came in short, sharp gasps, your heart pounding in your ears. And then, just when you think you couldn't take any more, he inserted another finger and changed the angle of his fingers to yet another good point that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

And you're coming undone again, screaming into your sleeve.

"You could take three fingers now. Good girl, Silvia." Only then did he finally choose to slow down. Slow, not stopping. Testing to stretch your pussy to be wider. It needed to be wider. This was still not enough to fit in the tip just yet. Perhaps he could try to go for four fingers in? He had patience. Great one, actually. Even when his own arousal was evident, the bulge in his pants grew more prominent with each passing second. The thin fabric of his scrub pants did little to hide his impressive length and girth, straining against the confines of his clothing. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, creating a damp spot on the front of his pants.

"Let's go for the fourth one, sweetie. I know you can take it." F-Fourth?! Your mind might be hazy from the high and not yet calm down. But fourth?! No no no no. Surely he saw how big and long his fingers were?! It would tear your pussy out if he added even one more!

"No!" You screamed into your sleeve, wet with your saliva. Head shook frantically. No. - You repeated.

"Don't worry. It'll be okay." Then the pain spread out without warning as he inserted the pinky into your tight heat. At least, he inserted slowly, judging from the muffled scream and the shaking of your body. Little by little, thrusting in and out, then scissored to spread out your vagina further, filling you more completely. Perhaps this attempt took the most out of you.

Once the pinky finally slipped fully inside, stretching you beyond what you ever thought possible, something in you snapped. The pain and pleasure blurred together into a dizzying, overwhelming cocktail that consumed your entire being. Your mind went completely blank. Your thoughts? Did it even exist in the first place? All you could know was the feeling of being filled and stretched to the limit. Might even over.

"You two seem to be having fun, hm?" Suddenly, a voice that was not Doctor appeared. You couldn't look up, though. Your body was too sensitive at the moment. Any movement could fry your brain.

"Shouldn't you be resting, Ticket Taker?"

"I was. Until I heard something. You're stretching her out too much. She might pass out before she could take you in. She is close, actually." Bil gently brushed your bangs to one side, displaying those hazy onyx abyss eyes that were clearly in oblivion, ecstasy, and some pain.

"Hm. Is that so? She isn't stretched enough still."

"Let me help then."

You sagged slightly in relief when you felt his fingers finally pull away. Though your mind was still lagging behind, couldn't process what was going on. You felt your hands being pried from the crimson hair and from the gritting teeth of yours. Instead, a second shadow replaced the first, positioning himself as the new support you now relied on. Then a hand slid beneath your left thigh, lifting it while the other steadied your back, letting you rest your head on his chest. A low, rumbling chuckle followed.

"He stretched you well, Silvia."

...Huh?

A third wave came unannounced. It crashed you down, drowned you in the overwhelming sensation as you felt something big, something huge, with a throbbing heat thrust inside you full in one go. Your body convulsed, back arching sharply off the table as a silent scream tears from your throat.

"She came again." Doctor remarked. "So the deepest part she could take is here? To her cervix?"

"She could take a bit more, but it will take time." Bil replied. Doctor really did stretch you out well. Just one thrust, and he was already fully in.

Look at you, so lost in the pleasure. Those pair of eyes were blown wide yet, no longer focused on anything. Your lips were parted, panting breaths escaping in short, sharp gasps as your body writhed beneath him. A sheen of sweat coats your skin, making it glow under room light.

Beautiful, Bil thought.

Though he didn't like it when you were taken by the others. You and he had a deal before to continue, which was interrupted midway. It frustrated him to no end that he couldn't find another close chance to get to you after that day. Work got busier, and you were too busy to come by the circus. So when he woke up on an unfamiliar bed and witnessed the scene of you being fucked by Doctor's hands, he wanted to fuck you until you remember his shaft for many days to come.

And he did, by pulling out slowly, inch by excruciating inch, until only the tip remains inside you. Then, a swift, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully once more, stretching you impossibly wide, filling you so completely. A loud moan escaped from your pretty lips in response.

At that, Bil's lips crashed against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, swallowing every cry, every moan, every desperate gasp that spilled from your lips. He kissed you deeply, thoroughly, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual tango that leaves you nothing but breathless and mindless.

His hip didn't stop, of course. The pace was speeding up more, actually. However, he did notice that doing you here, in the living room, where three others were still drunk and sleeping, was risky in its own. Your moans were too loud for his liking in this situation. And so he stopped, just at the point you almost reach the highest peak to come undone.

It was... torture. They always loved pushing you over the edge. To the point where nothing else mattered but to feel the overstimulated sensation they gave you. You were almost there. Why left you hanging? Why?

"Hahaha, what a bad pet." Bil laughed softly. "You want to cum?"

You nodded. Hands reached up to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer, to buckle your hips against his if he was so not moving. Please, you whispered. Voice trembled with desperation. Please.

"No." He gripped your hip in place, not letting you move. No, he said. Just a word, but it was enough to make you want to cry. You already were, in fact. You were just trying not to make a full-blown cry, but instead, were reduced to whimpering.

"Unless..." Your ears perked up. "You follow my order exactly as it is. You could do that, yes?" You nodded right away.

Yes, yes! Anything he said! You would do it. So please! Please!

"Good girl. Then-" He lifted your face up, to force you to look straight into his eyes. "Do not cum until I say so."

...What?

All of a sudden, Bil's strong hands gripped your hips firmly as he suddenly lifted you off the table, keeping his thick, hard length buried deep inside you. Then he let your weight drop naturally down to his dick before changing both arms' position to be under your thighs. That action almost made you come right there and then.

"Silvia." He called. "Do. Not. Cum."

You gritted your teeths, hard. Nails digging into his broad shoulders, tightly. Anything to stop yourself from cumming.

"Going upstairs?" Doctor asked.

"Yes, it is too risky to do her here after all." Then Bil started walking.

Just one word... Actually, made it two.

Hellish torture.

You would like to take back the deal you made just now with Bil so badly. Because... Each step, every single step he took. It was the same as thrusting you in and out. Shallow thrust it might be, but this new angle, this horrible angle, allowed him to penetrate even deeper, hitting spots inside you that made your toes curl and your vision blur.

Then came another hell.

Stair.

"HIC!" That was a second-close one. Your trembling legs, which had already given out during Doctor's session, shook and curled up when that step took place. But you managed to stop it. You stopped it from overflowing!

Oh poor you, there were still many more steps to go. Ten, to be precise.

Second step. Then the third. The fourth.

It was painful torture. The worst of all. The most brutal.

Each step sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, the movement causing his length to drag along your sensitive walls, stoking the fire that burns within you. You were so close, teetering on the razor's edge of ecstasy, your body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. Just a bit more, just a teeny tiny bit needed to make you high up in the sky.

Yet, you were not allowed to.

It was awful.

"B-Bil. I-I can't."

"You can. Do not disobey me."

"B-Bil. Pleas- UGH!... Hah..."

"Just a few more steps, Silvia. Don't disappoint me." Fuck! You swore in your mind. You could feel your muscles quivering, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you struggled to maintain your composure, to hold back the impending orgasm that threatened to consume you. You really couldn't hold it for much longer.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached the top of the stairs. You thought you were finally safe, to dared to hope for the sweet release you had been denied for so long was finally within reach.

Ohoho... No.

"Not yet." Bil ordered. Not until he stepped into your room, until Doctor followed and shut the door tight. Until then, did he whispered to your ear. "Good girl."

"Now cum."

As soon as the words left Bil's lips, your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. You screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, your body convulsing, your walls clamping down around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed through you. Juices gushed out, unstopping, around his shaft, coating him, dripping down onto his legs in a slick, warm stream.

"So cumming by dick hit her harder than by fingers. Interesting~ Is it because it fills her up more?"

"You could say so."

You were tired. Exhausted. Completely drained.

The orgasm took every little strength you had left. Well, what else? After you were forced to hold it in for... an uncountable time of torture. Your whole body was now completely at Bil's mercy. Still shaken from the high, still trembling from the overstimulation, but your eyelids were slowly drifting as the tiredness caught up to you...

Who said this was over?

"AH!!" Surely you hadn't forgotten that he hadn't finished? Oh now was the time when he could go all out. Bil gripped your under thighs tightly, then lifted until only the tip remained. And slammed down hard he did.

And he repeated. A punishing pace, he pounded into you with deep, powerful strokes that hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again, pushing you back to that brink of madness. But you were still sensitive after the climax. Painfully sensitive so. Moans spilled from your lips, freely this time, mixing together with the scream from pain, from the overwhelming, the onslaught of sensation. A symphony of ecstasy and agony.

It excited Bil greatly.

Then he let you fall backward onto the bed, still keeping you connected. Now that he no longer needed to support your weight, he picked up the speed by gripping your hip and slamming into you relentlessly, mercilessly. Each deep, powerful stroke of his cock hit that very same sweet spot inside you, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your veins, making your toes curl and your back arch off the bed.

Drowning in pleasure, suffocating in the overwhelming need that you could not escape. Every inch of your body was on fire, your skin burning, your muscles quivering, your core clenching around Bil's thick length as he pounded into you with single-minded determination.

Then, with a final, brutal thrust, Bil slammed himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside your core. The hot, scorchingly so, seed filling you, marking you, claiming you as his. The sensation triggered another round of aftershocks, your body milking him for every last drop as you rode out the waves of pleasure together.

"So, is she all loosened up now?" Doctor asked. He might have great patience, but watching you drowning in the pleasure with Bil inside you had made his dick far too painfully hard. He would like to do it now.

"...Yes." Bil wanted to keep staying inside you for a bit longer. However, he shouldn't make Doctor wait for longer. You were, in fact, might ready for him. Even so, you might pass out after working yourself this much. That wouldn't do.

Bil slowly slid out of you with an obscene wet sound, slick with your combined fluids. Now leaving you empty and aching in the aftermath of your shared climax. Then Doctor quickly took over.

You felt your legs being lifted once again, and something poking at your entrance. But you were far too tired to even lift a finger. You were completely in oblivion. Not until you felt the painful stretch of another, bigger, more girth, pushing inside your overstimulated, wet core.

"AHHH! IT- IT HURT!" You screamed. Tears streaming down, breath came in short, sharp gasps as you tried to adjust to the intense sensation of being so utterly, more completely filled than ever. You felt like you were being split in two. "No... Stop...It hurt..."

"Shh, it's okay, sweetie. I'll do it slowly." Doctor pushed in a little, then stopped, to let your body slowly adjust to his size. Then repeated.

If Bil gave you the hellish torture of the mind, Doctor gave you one physically. You weren't sure how long had passed, but it might as well had been days, weeks, or years. Until he finally assumed that this was the furthest he could go. Though, it was only half. Still a progress, he supposed.

You thought you had died. You truly did.

"Don't sleep now. Doctor has just barely started." Bil had come and stood by the side of your bed, kneeled beside your head, his still-hard cock throbbing mere inches from your face. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears that streaked down your face, his touch surprisingly gentle considering the depravity of the situation.

"Open up, Silvia." Bil didn't wait for you, his thumb pried open your jaw. In the next moment, the salty tang exploded on your taste buds, the musky scent of sex and sweat shot up your nostrils.

Two holes, up and down, in and out. There was no mercy. There was only lust and desire. Lusting for you, for every single tremor, every single jolt of pleasure. Desire for your entire being, your mind to be filled with nothing but them.

Doctor soon reached his limit, speeding up to chase after that heavenly release. Bil was too, as he was no longer cupping your cheek lovingly, but gripped your hair firmly. And you? Indescribable, a dizzying spiral of ecstasy that left you reeling, your mind fragmenting under the onslaught of sensation.

Then, with the final, brutal thrust, they came at the same time, filling you full with their milk cum. Your stomach bulged slightly with the sheer volume of their combined releases, your body struggling to contain it all. Bil's cum floods your mouth, filling it to overflowing, spilling out around his shaft and dripping down your chin.

"Swallow it." Bil ordered. And you obeyed.

You gulped, trying to keep up with the deluge, but it was still too much, too fast. You choked and sputtered as some of it escaped, running down your neck and through your nose.

"Good girl." They both complimented you. Yet they still hadn't pulled out, still savoring the exquisite sensation of your tight, slick heat enveloping them. Their bodies were still flush with the afterglow of their intense releases, their breaths slowly returning to normal as they basked in the moment.

At last, they finally decided not to push your tired body any further and pulled out. You passed right out, instantly.

"How adorable." Doctor softly brushed your bulge, where it barely contained the sheer amount of both of their release. And still dripping lots of it out from your poor, still jolting, pussy.

"She is, isn't she?" Bil too, softly brushed your bangs to one side, soaking in the sweat and tears.

Both of them agreed to let you rest, also to clean up after their mess. Tomorrow might be a special day off, but they still had other tasks to do. And so you were finally let free, bathed, and tucked under the comfort and warmth of your own bed.

Sleeping peacefully.

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The moment Harlequin came to, the room was completely dark and quiet. The only sound echoing in his ears was the steady breathing of the others, Though, he couldn't see Doctor and Ticket Taker. The dizziness was still lingering in his head. Gods, he wanted to throw up. He shouldn't pick a fight with Pierrot to see who could drink more when he saw Pierrot was about to collapse. He didn't expect he would too, soon after.

"Where's Silivia?" He whispered to himself, hand bracing his throbbing head while sitting up in bed. The scent of ginger tea, with some honey and lemon, briefly reached his nose. Probably Doctor or Silvia made it. Either way, it really helped to wash down the disgusting, bitter taste that still remained on his tongue. But then, there was something else catch his attention.

The smell of sex.

The table was cleaned. But he knew. This smell, there was no way he didn't know. Oh he should be the one who knew the best. Someone had some fun here. Right here. Next to him, when he was sleeping.

How bold. Damn bold.

His glowing green eyes started searching around for you. You were not here. Your room then? Indeed, the smell was stronger the moment he stepped on the stairs. Your toxic scent, he could never mistake for anything else.

And he was correct.

Sleeping on your bed, lying there you, exhausted, but cleaned and... naked. But still full of sex smell, lingered in the room, attaching itself to you.

"Who took you?" Harlequin moved up onto the bed, his presence settling above you. His glowing eyes, wide open, stare you down like prey. A prey that was snatched under his nose. Frustrating so.

He saw Pierrot and Jester were still sleeping in the living room. Just Doctor and Ticket Taker were nowhere to be seen. Were it them? Were it them who took you? You took them both? Hahaha... If so... he couldn't be left behind, could he?

Harlequin straightened up, pulled off his cape and everything. Threw them off somewhere on the floor, he could care less. Then swiftly pulled off the blanket, the only thing that was covering your naked body. The cold air hit your sensitive skin instantly, your body answering with unconscious goosebumps. Yet, you still couldn't wake up. You were so too far exhausted.

That was fine. Just laid there, let him swallow in the sight of you underneath him. Your pretty, little form. Soft and tender. Smooth and glowing. His little canvas, perfectly displayed, waiting for him paint his color upon. From the top to your toes, oh his little dear one. You were still so sensitive from the play. Your skin unconsciously jolted to his claw, softly brushing from your cheek, down to your neck, down to the valley of your breast. Then down to the little bulge on your stomach.

Your little flower dripped out in reply to his touch.

He didn't like it. To actually see with his own eyes that this pussy was dripping out with someone else's cum was really unpleasant. So he pressed harder, and harder, and harder. Hate to see it dripping out more and more, but fuck did it still aroused him. He lifted your right leg to his shoulder, spreading out more of that little jolting plump flower to the display. Widen the entrance so the milk flowed out better. But it wasn't enough. Your womb was still locked in some amount left. He wanted it all out.

Harlequin had a way, always. Those tentacles of his were the best in this kind of a job.

One, basking in the fluids before sliding deep in, to the deepest part of your womb. Two, wrapped around your other leg, spread it out more. Three, replaced the first after it scooped some, then pulled out. And repeated. His palm still pressing down on that little bugle, now no longer bulging up because of the cum, but because of his tentacles. Though it annoyed him that your hole seemed to have loosened up quite much. Doctor fault, he quickly assumed. He could actually fit three tentacles in to fill you up.

While you remained trapped in your dreamless sleep, unable to resist or protest, unaware that you were completely under Harlequin's mercy and his tentacles. Your body was still at least jolted and spasmed at the sudden intrusion, your brows knitted together, breath coming in short, shallow pulls.

"Silvia." He called softly. Part of him wanted you to be still asleep, to be completely undefended, unknowing under his touch. While the other part, he wanted you to be wide awake, to see with your own eyes, and had it burned into your mind when his dick was this deep inside you. Well, no matter, he could go for both.

While his two tentacles were scooping while attacking your inside relentlessly, he went for your small breast. Those small, perfectly little tits, which had already peaked. So ready for him to suck with all of his mind. So ready for his teeth to sank down.

Harlequin dipped his head closer, his warm breath brushing over your sensitive skin, making you unconsciously jolt and drawing back deeper into the bed. Escaping? Hah! What a cute reaction. Another tentacle quickly slipped under and wrapped around your torso, lifting you slightly. Just enough to shove your breast right to his mouth. His palm found itself squeezing, kneading the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between his fingers. Then a hard pinch and pull.

It instantly sending shock of pleasure straight to your core, making your hips buck and your toes curl. His tentacles down there didn't stop the attack for a second. Actually, those two tentacles were no longer scooping out of the previous cum, they were now focusing on pressing those points, abusing them, sending multiple electric shocks to your brain.

His dick was painfully hard as well. Pre-cum dripped from the tip as it soaked into your bed when he rubbed down. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made his mind still hazy, and his lust was multiplied tenfold. He couldn't hold back anymore.

Then a third, specifically, his dick, came join in.

Huh?...

Oh dear, the other breast was lonely with no care. Worry not, he would care for this side just the same. And chomp hard down he did, and suck with all of his might, his forked tongue wrapped around your tiny tits and nibbled.

Huh?

At the same time, his hips started to move, his cock thrusting into you with deep, powerful strokes. Along with the other two tentacles, he didn't give you a single gap. Didn't give you just a moment when your walls clamp down to nothing. Once his dick pulled out to the tip, the other tentacles would thrust back in. Constantly, mercilessly, relentlessly.

Huh?!

The stimulation was too much, too intense, your body overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure. Your hands fisted in the sheets, your nails digging into the fabric. Your eyes were now fully opened, yet your brain was still lagging behind. Unable to understand the current situation. All you could do was feel. Feel your hole once again being abused non-stop, feel your breast being pulled and suck.

Soon, the last shreds of your sanity were gone, snapped as the orgasms overtook you under the wave of ecstasy. Your voice, already hoarse, still screamed out loud as stars exploded behind your eyes.

"Good morning, Silvia." Harlequin laughed in a low, seductive tone, vibrating through your very core. "Keep it there, my dearest. Cus I'm too, soon be there."

Then he stopped the assault on your breasts, instead, gripped your hips tightly, sinking those sharp claws of his into your glowing skin. With a savage grunt, he slammed his cock deep inside you, burying himself to the hilt, filling you up more completely than ever. A brutal pace was set, his hips snapping forward with punishing force, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. The bed creaked and shook beneath you, the frame banging against the wall as he fucked you with single-minded determination, chasing his own release.

Your body was a live wire now, every nerve ending singing with pleasure, your muscles quivering and trembling as he rammed into you with animalistic fervor. Your mind was a blank slate, erased of all thought, all reason. You could might as well tell that your body was a plaything for him to use, your holes his personal playground.

You horsed scream, his low groans filled the room as the slapping sound sped up.

"So good, huh? Such a good little hole. Be sure to take all of my cum." Harlequin growled. He was almost close. "You might be shared. But at this moment, you're mine, Silvia."

The final thrust, the final brutal slam, it straight up hit right to your most sweetness spot and grind into it with two tentacles, and his cock jerked and pulsed, spilling his hot, thick seed deep inside. Jet after jet of his cum painted your insides, filling you back to the brim, the excess leaking out around his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets below. You were too, snapped, once more. Your walls clamped down around his thrusting cock, milking him for every remaining drop.

"Hahaha." He laughed joyfully before crashing his lips to yours. His tongue plunged into your mouth, claiming you, dominating you, licking and twisting and sucking. His tongue moved with the same fervor and passion as his hips, his cock still buried deep inside your cum-soaked pussy.

The room fills with the scent of sex, the air thick and heavy with the heat of your passion. And Harlequin loved it so much, it was driving him crazy with lust, with desire.

"Hah... Silvia. Oh Silivia." Then he went back in for another searing kiss. His arms snaked around your torso, lifting you up, drawing you closer to him. Skin touched skin, scotching hot and sweat mixed together.

"Hah... Silvia." A string of saliva, briefly connected between the two tongues before it snapped away, leaving a trail down to the chin.

"Say you love me." Harlequin whispered to your ear. "Say you love me, Silvia."

To say your mind was still somewhat intact was truly a miracle. Your brain had been fried, literally, with all the brutal sensations given to you just in one night. But yes, you still managed to recognize Harlequin. And the desperate tone hid behind that smirking smile he always used during sex. Even so, you were far too out of your mind to search for a word.

So you used whatever little strength you had left, lifting your shaking hands to cup his cheeks. Then softly, lovingly stroking with your trembling fingers. Your eyes blinked, trying to wash away the blur from the tears. Your lips bloomed into a gentle smile before mouthing the word 'I love you'.

'I love you.'

The next second, Harlquin was on your lips again. But this time, it was different. It was more... desperate. He kissed you like there was no tomorrow coming. He kissed you like this would be the last. His tongue delved deep, exploring every inch of your mouth as if committing it to memory. A sense of urgency to his touch, a frantic energy that wasn't there before. No longer did he hold you midair, but now pressed you far down to the mattress with the sheer intensity of the kiss.

"Hah... Uhm!" A short break, before he plunged back in once again. You were not sure how many kisses it had been. It was just... breathless. Until your lips were all swollen up, your lungs lacked oxygen terribly, your thoughts scattered to nothingness. Until Harlequin got enough of that desperate need.

"Silvia." He fucking loved you, fucking needed you so badly. Needed to mark you down.

"AH!" Chomp down hard on your neck, he did. Until your blood vein broke under the purple, injured skin, leaking out the tiny drops of crimson. Then, a somewhat aftercare for the bite, his forked tongue licked over the oval, swollen mark, cleaned up the delicious, overwhelming sweet blood.

Not enough - He thought. Your body needed more marks.

However, he could see that you had passed over the exhaustion. There was no more strength left in you. Usually, if it was just you and him day, he would let you rest at this point. Yet, his cock was still painfully hard, still being clamped down by your heated, wet walls. Then an idea popped into his mind.

Each of the tentacles began its own task. Wrapping each part of you, supporting your weight, and lifting you up. Changing your position from lying flat on the bed, now to sitting in his lap. Your back was leaning into his bare chest, and your head was supported by his hand, stopping it from drifting down.

With a new pose, Harlequin started his schemes right away before you fell asleep once more.

One tentacle, quickly sliding down to your hole. Not the pussy!

Your asshole.

Your eyes shot wide open as it forced itself in. Thanks to the fluids from the previous session, it successfully slid in!

You wanted to scream Harlequin. You really wanted to. But your voice box could no longer work, nor was your fried brain. You could only let him use your body as he pleased. And Harlequin did.

The tentacle, once it hit the deepest part, expanded. Stretched the inside of you to a newer horizon as it began to pick up the pace. It didn't start slow to quick, which Harlequin always did. But fast, this time, urgently, rushing to stretch you out. With his hard cock still inside your pussy and thick vein rubbing that sweet spot when the tentacle thrusting. The pressure started to build up and build up and build up. Until you were this teeny tiny close to the peak.

The tentacle stopped.

"Silvia, don't just only cum on my tentacle. You gotta feel more than that~" Harlequin gently kissed your hair, tongue hanging out to lick the tears that were still streaming down. Then he pulled out of everything. Leaving your poor, abused walls clamping down to nothing.

You whimpered, almost a cry.

Please, not this again...

"Don't worry." Harlequin laughed softly. "You will feel better soon."

Indeed, you did. But well, same result, different way. He slammed his dick down on your asshole. The pain shot through your whole body, then to your brain. But in exchange, the pleasure soon exploded right after as he began to pick up the pace again.

You thought it was just only that? Hah! What a naive thought!

More tentacles rushed out. Each wrapped your breast, kneading the soft flesh, then tightly squeezed. It squeezed out so tightly that it was bordering on painful. Then, at the tip, it somehow managed to wrap around the tiny, stiffened tits of yours and squeezed hard, close to a hard pinch, to a really painful twist. Sending jolts of electric pleasure shooting straight to your core.

He did not need to move, as the tentacles helped to lift you effortlessly and slam you down onto his rock-hard cock. The action also helped the tentacles that were abusing your breasts. Letting your poor breasts be squeezed to the best of it and bounced up and down.

He still had one more free hand. And there was one more place that hadn't been cared for.

Your hardened clit.

"AHH!" You screamed and moaned nonstop. His fingers rubbed and circled the sensitive nub with a precision that left you reeling. You almost thought you came when he suddenly pinched. But fuck did he know exactly how to touch you, exactly how to push you to the brink and keep you there, suspended in a state of exquisite agony. You would not be able to cum until his dick was also ready.

Thankfully, it wasn't that long until he felt the limit was close. Not to you, obviously, as every stroke, every sensation kept pushing your brain to be overfried, then stopped right before the peak. After what felt like an eternity of exquisite torture, Harlquin finally started to move faster. His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate as he neared the edge. The tentacles around your breasts squeeze harder, tighter. His hand at your clit rubbed faster, more insistently, pushing you towards your own climax.

"I'm close." He groaned against your ears, his breath hot and ragged. "Come with me, Silvia. Give me everything."

His words were the final push you needed, your body finally giving in to the overwhelming pleasure that had been building for so long. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your asshole's walls clamping down around his throbbing cock, and painfully around nothing in your pussy walls. Still, your juices gushed out, flooding the sheets beneath you.

Harlquin followed soon after, his cock pulsing, jerking, spurting his hot seed deep inside your spasming hole. He filled you to the brim, the excess leaking out around his shaft, dripping down your thighs, marking you as his, inside and out.

"Good girl." Harlequin kissed your hair many times. Surprisingly gentle one.

Your bodies slicked with sweat, your breaths came in sync, your hearts pounded as one. The world fell away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy, your minds blissfully blank.

Then again, exhaustion finally claimed its due.

Sleep claimed you once more.

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It was early morning when Pierrot woke up. Probably the last one to raise. The living room was silent, the cold chilly air lingering in the quiet space as pale morning light filtered weakly through the curtains. The first thing he saw was empty beds, laid out in the middle of the room. The second thing was the slight dizziness that lingered and the bitterness on his tongue. He wasn't sure what actually happened last night. All he could remember was how softly and lovingly your fingers were, stroking his hair.

Right! Where were you?!

Pierrot stood up immediately, golden eyes searching the room for your small form. Yet, the still atmosphere was the only answer to his. Perhaps your room? It was still early morning after all! You weren't good at waking up early. Yes, yes! You must be! Last night you worked really hard, you must have been very tired. He could go check on you a bit, then a warm breakfast would do well for you! Uhm!

Excitement filled him as he skipped up the stairs. However... that excitement did not last for long.

Monsters had a very sensitive nose. Some monsters, depending on their kind, possessed sharper senses than others. But overall, they were better than normal humans. And that was exactly why Pierrot stopped midtrack.

The smell of sex shot through his nose. Overwhelmingly.

From skipping steps from excitement, now running from panic.

And there you were, lying in your bed, sleeping peacefully.

In Harlequin's embrace.

Blood rushed to his head, fist clenched, his voice turned to a low growl. Harlequin took you before him. Yes, you were to be shared within his family. He had agreed to that deal to keep you. He knew that this bastard also had the right to take you. But it still pissed him off nonetheless.

You looked utterly exhausted. Your pretty, lovely skin was damped by sweat and horrible hickies. With Harlequin lying flat on the stomach, his upper body weight was on your torso as he hugged you tightly. You must be suffocating, unable to shift. Those pretty eyebrows sometimes coming together were proof enough.

Pierrot swifly pried Harlequin's body away, ignoring the way it made him jolt awake. Fortunately, you were still in the blissful sleep, unaware of the silent fight happening right above you.

"Fuck off, Pierrot." Harlequin, still didn't want to release you just yet, showed the middle finger at Pierrot. In response, Pierrot's grip on the arm tightened. Pierrot would just stab him right there and then if it weren't for your room that they were in. You didn't like blood. Terribly terrified of them even. So Pierrot could only force Harlequin to get off you by strength. And so his grip tightened even more. To the point that Harlequin could almost feel his bone cracked under the pressure. Still, fuck that, it was not like he and Pierrot fought for once or twice. He could handle this much.

The quiet, intense fight went on. None wanted to step back, nor let the other win. It wasn't until a shift came from you that both of them jolted. You were probably very uncomfortable with the sleeping pose, or because of the soreness that stretched through your entire body. Either way, this had stopped the fight for a brief moment before the winner was decided.

Harlequin gave in.

Pierrot quickly, softly, carefully, to not disturb your sleep, picked you up in a bridal carry. Now that your naked body was shown fully to him, Pierrot could see clearly all the marks, the bruises on your poor form. Especially at the bottom, where a sudden move was enough to make it jolt slightly. And still dripping with fluid.

Pierrot turned to glare at Harlequin, fangs bared and a low growl emitted, before he turned and took you away. To the bathroom, to be precise.

Harlequin... well... He really didn't want to let you go. But seeing your face frown in your sleep made him pull back. He... never did the aftercare well. The best he did was wiping your sweat away with some wet towels, and he went back, hugging you to sleep. This time, though, pushed you far beyond what you had taken.

"Tsk..." Hate to admit, but Pierrot cared for you better than him. That was the only reason he pulled back in this fight. Even so... Should he try to learn how to do aftercare? - Harlequin thought while fingers worked through his curly hair. It wouldn't be bad. Yeah - His mind made up.

In any case, he should go back to the circus now. That dog could take over here, for now.

Returning to Pierrot, he was having a mild panic over what to do first. You were still sleeping in his arms, however, naked and sore. Should he find something to cover you up first? Or get the hot water first? Moving you around the house naked wasn't a good idea with how the chilly air seeped in through the cracks of the windows. Yeah, hot water first.

Thankfully, you were small and light. He repositioned his arms, holding you with one, and his palm cradled your head to keep it still. With one free hand, he tugged the glove off with his teeth and turned on the water, checking for the perfect hot temperature that you loved. While waiting for the bathtub to fill up, Pierrot now took a closer look at you.

Tired, exhausted, over-taken. You were a light sleeper, even just a careless touch could make you awaken. Yet your eyelids remained closed. Your whole body was still slightly trembling, your tits were still peaked, and your bottom... He could feel the fluid dripping down his arm that was holding you. Oh it burned him to know the trace of it was Harlequin’s.

But it nonetheless aroused him.

How could he feel nothing when he held your naked body in his arm? He couldn't. He had no ability to do so. Every jolting, every short gasp, every part of you rubbing against his clothes. Blood rushed to his face as well as to his groin.

He shouldn't. Not when you were this exhausted. He must hold back.

But fuck did his dick hurt from being restrained.

Once the water was filled enough, Pierrot slowly lowering your body into it. Letting your body adapt little by little to the heat before finally easing you down completely. The warmth enveloped you completely, your body sinking into the bath with a quiet splash and a slow exhale. He could see your body relax immediately as the water smoothed over the tense muscles. His hand was still bracing behind the back of your head, while the other dipped in and carefully gave slow, deliberate circles along your shoulders, working the tightness out of them one careful press at a time. The water lapped softly against the porcelain as his fingers moved lower, kneading warmth back into muscles that had been rigid only moments ago.

You started to wake up from your deep sleep, awareness returning in slow, drifting layers. At first, there was only warmth, then the gentle sensation of water shifting against your skin. Your lashes fluttered faintly, breath catching as consciousness pulled you upward. Pierrot’s face, etched with concern, was the first thing your eyes focused on.

"My lady..." His low voice slightly trembled as he called. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did Harlequin hurt you badly?"

Question after question, the more he asked, the more anxious he felt. Your body was originally frail. He couldn't stand it if anything were to happen to you. Your mind might still be a bit lagging behind, but thanks to the hot water warming your sore and tense body. Your brain managed to connect the dots somewhat.

You smiled. The kind of gentle smile that told him you were alright. Just a bit tired, but you were alright. With the water somewhat supporting your weight, you slowly raise your hand. Pierrot, of course, noticed right away. He took your hand before you even rose above the water's surface and lightly squeezed it.

You tried to speak, but what came out was a cough. Your throat was too dry from the last night... many sessions... You were dehydrated, quite badly. Again, Pierrot understood immediately. He gently laid your head back to the bathtub rim, then rushed off to retrieve a cup of water. Leaving you alone, soaking in the warm, hot water, relaxing. He really knew which temperature you liked the most. Especially when your body was at its most exhausting point.

Perhaps it was really because you were still tired that when your brain replayed all the intimate sessions last night, you only felt awe. Did you just survive through all that? How the heck was your body still intact?... Wow...

It was still hurting for damn sure. Pierrot must have really panicked when he saw your almost lifeless body. Poor him...

"Silvia." Pierrot came back with a tall cup full of water. Yellow color, though... Ah! Your ginger tea. Nice me, didn't know it would actually be helpful to you now. You emptied the cup in one breath, guided by Pierrot’s steady hand. Gods, that was truly refreshing!

"T-Thanks, Pierr-ot." Still horsing, but at least you could speak!

"Silvia, are you okay?" Pierrot asked again. Still couldn't let go of the concern for your well-being.

"I'm alright." You smiled brighter this time. "Everyone was a bit intense last night."

...Everyone?

Everyone?!

"E-Everyo-one?!" Pierrot's golden eyes widen in shock. Not just Harlequin, but everyone?!

"Ah...N-Not all!" Shit. You might have messed up.

Indeed, you did. Pierrot's mind was now running thousands of thoughts, flashing through faster each second. But there were only some thoughts that haunted him. Badly.

You were taken by everyone. By everyone, as in all of them? Besides Harlequin, who else? Jester? Ticket Taker? Doctor? Sure, you were shared between them. But. But.

What if you like them better? Would he be left behind? No, he didn't want that. He found your first!

You were his first!

"Pierrot?"

"...Silvia, my lady, do you... love me?" You could clearly hear the slight tremble in his voice. Love him? Of course you were. But why ask-... Oh... Was he feeling insecure? That you might love others more?

Bingo! You were correct!

You could clearly see the fear in his shaking golden eyes. He straightened up, hovering over you, casting a shadow that felt as heavy as the anxiety clouding his thoughts. His eyes darted rapidly, scanning your whole body once more and pinpointing every single out of place marks. The binding marks, the bite, the hickies, the milk fluid which flown from both of your holes. It belonged to Harlequin and mayhaps, Ticket Taker. He smelled something of him on you. Your messy hair, your lightly bruised, plump lips, your hardened tits.

Everything. Everything.

None belonged to him.

And it painfully made him mad and aroused.

In which you could see too, at how you see the bugles under his pants rose.

You swallowed, trying to steady yourself. Silvia, surely you were not thinking of letting him take you as well? You barely survived last night! Look at your body! Completely exhausted! Your brain was partly fried! You knew, you understood well how your body was demanding for a rest. Every aching muscle was basically screaming for it.

Yet, Pierrot's glowing eyes were one of your weaknesses.

"Pierrot." You raised your hands and cupped his cheeks lovingly, tenderly. "Would you like to join me in the bath?"

In an instant, Pierrot jolted to reality. Blush rushed to his face before he could stop it. Joined you?

"H-Here?"

"Yes. Would you like to?" He would love to! - Said his frantically nodding. Ah but he would need to take off his clothes. He needed it dry for tonight. And soon, he stripped them off in quick, hurried motions, string slipping free beneath restless fingers. Fabric was tugged over his head and tossed on the sink, which was the safest place not catch water.

And dear gods, his groin was super hard, pre-cum had already dripping out from the tip. Your brain begged you to reconsider the choice once again.

"My lady, can I?" Pierrot leaned over you again, his face drawing closer to yours. His warm breath fanned across you, his eyes shone, glimmered with open, lovesick devotion. His smile, baring the sharp fangs. A thin strand of saliva trailed from the corner of his mouth, catching faintly in the light as it stretched downward.

Yeah, there was no turning back now.

"Come in." You pointed to the other side of the tub, guiding him to sit there, and he followed. With now two people in the tub, the water rose as Pierrot's weight shifted in, spilling gently over the rim in quiet streams. Once he settled in, you rose, climbed over, and sat on his torso.

"S-Silvia?!"

"Shhh." You deliberately lowered your ass down to his hardened, raised cock, rubbing slightly on your back before your hand grabbed gently and gave it a proper stroke. The reaction was instant. Pierrot's hands found them gripping tightly on the rim of the bathtub. A shudder ran through his body as your touch ignited a bigger fire within him.

"Pierrot." You released the grip, now teasing him with the feather stroke of your fingers. The water rippled as you moved, the gentle waves hit his sensitive cock in a second sensual caress. A shuddering gasp escaped his lips as he lurched forward from the teasing.

"You're the one who should never doubt my love for you." With your other hand, you rose to cradle his cheek, guiding him closer as you leaned in and pressed a kiss.

Pierrot felt like he was in heaven. Your body was weighing on him, in the tight space, teasingly stroking his hardened dick as it begged for attention. Your kiss, your love confirmation of his question. It swept his doubts aside at once, disolving it like bubbles pop on the water's surface. All left now was the overwhelming love for you. He wanted you, terribly. He wanted to hold you tight and never let go. To desire your everything, to lust after your every slick of affection.

"I love you." He confessed. "I love you. I love you. I love you. Ugh!" You grabbed his shaft once again, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. Hips jerk involuntarily, seeking more of your touch, more of that exquisite friction. The water around you churned and frothed, sloshing over the sides of the tub as his body tensed and writhed beneath you. Even if you couldn't see behind your back, you could still feel his hard, twitching shaft. So swollen up and getting bigger each second.

"Pierrot." His eyes fluttered, shifting their focus toward the sound of your voice. "Just one round, okay?"

The hand was cupping his cheek, now moved to the shoulder, using it for support as you pushed yourself up. Water sloshed around you, spilling over the edge of the tub and streaming down in quick rivulets. On to the other hand, your finger teasingly brushed over the tip, swearing the pre-cum leaking out between your slender finger tips, before guiding it to the entry of your flower.

Then you slowly sat down.

Pierrot's sanity almost snapped right here and there. His hands clenched into a fist, did not care for the knuckles turning white nor the blood seeping out from the sharp claws. He tried his best not to move. Even though he so, so, so wanted to buckle his hip upward. To plunge his hard dick deep inside you. But he kept still, for fear you might be hurt.

It slid down better than you thought. Perhaps all thanks to all the care you received. Still, being the second biggest dick out of five. You still couldn't take all without helping. Especially when the shaft had already reached your womb, and grind to that very sweet spot that sent the familiar jolt of pleasure to your brain. Let's... not forget that your body was utterly tired. No strength remained, left even any crumb to move.

This, of course, did not go unnoticed by Pierrot.

"Do you need help, Silvia?" His voice trembled with desire. Hands shook with anticipation. Waiting for the moment your head nodded, his sanity finally snapped.

"AH!~" A loud moan tore from your throat, mixed together with his guttural one as Pierrot finally sheathed himself fully inside you, your walls stretching deliciously around his throbbing length. His grip on your ass tightened, fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place, savoring the feeling of being completely enveloped by your heat.

Stars bloomed behind your eyes, and your body was back to its twitching from pleasure. Thankfully, unlike the others, who liked to start right away, Pierrot at least, waited for you to adjust to his size. Whether it was minutes or hours, he would still wait. That was one of the parts you really loved about him.

It didn't take long before Pierrot felt your body slowly relax in his hold, and he started to move slowly but deeply. Each thrust was measured, deliberate, as if he was savoring every inch of you. The water sloshed around you both, creating a soothing rhythm that complemented the rocking of your bodies.

"Silvia." He called lovingly. He never got bored with calling your name. "Silvia, Silvia. I love you."

You wanted to say the same back. However, your brain had a different thought. Like it was punishing you for choosing this way instead of listening to it. A blank sheet it returned to and filled it with the heightened sensation.

Your arms wrapped around Pierrot's neck for support as you leaned your head against his broad shoulder. Each slow stroke managed to hit all the sweet spots as he grinded his hips to yours. Jolting your whole body in every response, your walls fluttering and tightening around him in the most delicious way. The friction sent sparks of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies.

But the water was in the way. It annoyed Pierrot quite much when thrusting. So he pulled the drain open, letting the water quickly get pulled underneath. He would bathe you again later. Right now, let he focused on your inside. You needed not to move a muscle, let him do all the job. You just needed to relax and accept him. Accept everything.

Once the water was down to a level, Pierrot began to pick up the pace. His hands gripped your ass tighter, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you down to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the bathroom, mingling with your shared moans and gasps of pleasure. Pierrot was too, losing himself in the sensation of claiming you, marking you as his own.

"I love you, Silvia. You're mine." He growled, his voice a possessive rumble.

Soon, Pierrot's movements become more urgent, more desperate. Chasing after his own release that was building up so high, coiling tight in his core. Just a bit more, a bit more for it to snap. He could feel you were close as well, as your walls clenching hard on his throbbing length. His hips pistoned forward, driving into you with a frenzied intensity, chasing that elusive peak.

Then, with the final thrust, the deepest and the most intense one, your body convulsing in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Pierrot, too, at the same time, his cock pulsing, jerking, spurting his hot essence deep inside, right into your womb. Painting your abused walls with his fluid with so much seed that it dripped out as he drew some more plunges to ride out the aftershocks of their intense climax.

You were, by the end, passed right out when you hit the climax. It was indeed too much for your already strained, fragile, fatigue-ridden, overwhelmed, exhausted,... body. If there were any other words to describe how tired your body was.

At least Pierrot would take care of you, truly take care of you. He would nurse you back with quiet patience, with hands that never trembled when it came to you. You could leave everything to him, let the weight slip from your shoulders, and finally allow yourself to rest peacefully, safely, in his care.

"Have a sweet dream, my love." Pierrot whispered. Lightly pressed kisses to your head, to your temple, and the corner of your lips, each one lingering just a second longer than the last. His hand brushed gently through your hair, careful not to wake you, thumb tracing absent circles against your skin.

“I love you.” He murmured again, softer this time, as though afraid even the air might disturb you. And he stayed there, holding you close and quiet, watching over you until your breathing deepened and the world slipped away from you completely.

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