Его не звали, но он приперся / They never called, yet he is here: Манга_мажор

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Nowhere. The Systems Server Room.

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 19:48

"And why? Why'd you take HK Manga away from that brat and wipe the effects of it from him and his companions? That was fun!"

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 19:49

"Listen, you joker! We're not having fun here, by the way! This is serious. A lot of people have put a lot of money into the betting pool on whether or not this Hero can handle the Yoke. And an even bigger pile - on how far he will be able to advance in his attempts."

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 19:52

"So what?"

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 19:52

"You're asking, “so what?” So that. To not just solve such a supertask but to just not quit doing it, you need to be obsessed with the goal. And if all his will and mind will be spent on secretly licking elven feet, he will have no strength left for Yoke in principle. And a VERY large number of people will be extremely upset. I would even say deadly. And they'll want to know who ruined it for them. So I'm officially warning you: if I have even a shred of evidence that you gave him the manga, or that you even tried to interfere in any way with his or his companions' fate, your only administrative duty for the next couple of eternities will be cleaning toilets. With your tongue. And note that this will be an act of the highest kindness on my part because otherwise, you will go into the toilet bowl Too many and too sharp claims will appear to you. Including those who sit in their own offices in the Administration. Do you understand?"

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 19:56

"I got it, I got... And honestly, it wasn't me, I swear! I swear on anything!"

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 19:57

"Well, I don't know. You've had fails before. But for now-- for now! - I'll keep my mouth shut. It's not worth bringing it out in the open. Go on. And remember my warning."

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:10

** (being alone) **

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 19:58

Not you, not you. I did. Using your secret account, golden boy. And any check will definitely point to you, and only you. And then even your connections won't be able or willing to cover for you. In the meantime, we'll see how you behave. If you're good, I'll give you one last chance.

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:11

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"Aaaaaaah!!!! ...! ...! ...! ...!"
"Take it easy. What happened?"
"Remember that Ultimate Hero?"
"Uh-huh. Did he do some bullshit again?"
"Again?! Again?! He crashed the Alurean server!!!"
"That can't be. It's got seven firewalls, not to mention all the other defenses!
"He dropped it like that! He broke into the server room and dropped a rack with a server, router, uninterruptible power supply, backup server, backup system, and other equipment into the deepest levels of the Shadow Plan. All the equipment was dead! And then he disappeared. And now we don't even know what's going on on Alurea.
"Fuck! One good thing is, we won't need any vaseline, because we're gonna be dry-fucked.
"You're an optimist."
"Imagine for a moment what they'd do to Inner Security. And you'll realize that you and I have reason to be optimistic."
"Yeah, when you look at it that way, it really could be worse."
"All right. Let's go to the chief. It's best to report these things personally and as soon as possible."

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:16

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Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:17

After the restoration ritual, everyone in the team forgot about such a thing as free time. It was their permanent leader who worked the hardest, running around the Eternal, collecting mirror shards, destroying the bookmarks and hiding places. The other members of the team did not sit idle either. It so happened that all of them had acquired various possessions during their stay in the capital of the Eternal Empire. From the useful to the outright junk. The problem was that each of the team members had their own notions of “junk” and “useful thing”. And while for Losius his books were definitely “useful”, for Taria they were definitely useless ballast. The same way for the Duelist “junk” were a dozen and a half of her dresses and many other elements of a woman's closet, with which she strongly disagreed.

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:19

The blade dancer bit her lip as she looked around the bed, wondering what would be sacrificed and what would be saved. Because one pesky long-eared cow was adamant: she needed silk to dispose of the mirror shards. And most of the clothes she bought were made of this expensive, but so pleasant to the touch fabric. The most frustrating thing was that she had never worn almost half of them. Taking the red and gold silk dress in her hands, Taria ran her palm over it sadly. How could she throw such a lovely thing away? It was good for Losius, he had been well off since childhood and could dress nicely. He still does, by the way, sometimes dressing much brighter than anyone else in their squad. She, on the other hand, had only been able to afford to buy and wear nice things after she met Tin, and not immediately, but only in the Eternal Empire. No fair!

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:22

For a few minutes, Taria lamented the unfairness of the universe and began sorting through her belongings. It was heartbreaking, but she still managed to sort out about a third of the things that could be sacrificed. After another ten minutes of sheer torture, only two dresses and two sets of underwear remained on the bed, which she absolutely refused to part with. Grabbing the rest of her clothes in an armful, with a disgruntled expression, Taria made her way down to the ground floor, where Tia was concentrating on growing baskets from a scattering of wood chips. Dumping her belongings on the table in front of her, she said sarcastically:

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:25

"You know, Tia, if you wanted to see me without my clothes on, you could have found an easier way to make it happen. Like just ask me."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:29

The Dark Druidess did not take her eyes off the basket growing in front of her eyes and said in a calm voice:

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:29

"Taria, companion of mine, if I want to see you naked, I'll let you know right away."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:30

"Oh, I'll look forward to it," the former bandit and current hooligan said playfully.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:30

"I don't doubt it for a moment. In the meantime, to brighten your wait, I'll ask you to fetch a sealed jug of alchemical fire potion from Tin's room. He keeps it in the cupboard on the top shelf, the jug itself is black with a red pattern. As soon as Tin returns with the mirror shards, we'll start disposing of them right away so we don't waste any time."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:31

"Sure. In the meantime, if you want, you can pick out some of my outfits, since you like them so much."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:31

"Las, stop distracting the hum... ah, elf, from her work and go do something useful!" Hans' voice was disgruntled, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:32

With a hum, Taria turned around and headed to the first floor, to Tin's room. Once inside, she looked around. The first thing that caught her eye was the stocking sticking out from under the bed. Huh, and she was looking for it, by the way! Men... After picking up the lost item, Taria walked over to the wardrobe where Tin kept his magic and alchemical paraphernalia. The first thing she found inside was her nightgown. Damn it, she'd asked him if he'd seen it! She'd thought she'd forgotten it at their last rental house! Hanging her shirt on her arm, and mentally promising to tell Tin what she thought the next time she was in his bedroom, Taria began to search the wardrobe. Surely there would be some of her other things in there.

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:26

After looking through the drawers and finding her second stocking in one of them, the former bandit began to look at the bags in the wardrobe. One contained only vials of potions, the second was full of Tin's clothes, and the third contained a couple of shards of mirrors wrapped in rags. So, what's this? Frowning, Taria put the mirror wrappings aside and unfolded the scroll that had been in her bag for some reason. Wow! The scroll was a rolled-up thin book with a painted cover. It depicted a tall, attractive woman in her thirties, wearing a dark maroon, luxurious dress, with thick red hair in a high style, and breasts one and a half times larger than Taria's own. She was cradling a young boy in expensive clothes with an affectionate expression. The boy's face just reached her breasts. He literally drowned in the neckline of her dress while she stroked his head affectionately. The boy was also hugging her tightly. And his hands were resting below her back. ‘The Power of a Mother's Love Works Wonders,’ Taria read slowly. What a title, who came up with that? Probably some snotty book for pampered aristocratic girls. Where did Tin get it from?

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:30

But upon opening the first page, Taria quickly realized she had jumped to conclusions. First of all, the book was a collection of pictures with a general plot and only occasional text. The story itself was quite simple, but not bad. A rich elderly aristocrat, after the death of his wife, married a second time. The marriage was calculated, and he had no warm feelings for his new young wife, nor did she for him. But his only young son, who reminded her of his dead younger brother, was very much liked by his new stepmother. The fact that she was almost twice his age older than he was didn't bother her. As well as the fact the boy, at first, was extremely hostile to her because he loved his mother and believed that the stepmother was only interested in her father's money. But the woman was not so simple, and quickly figured out how to tie the boy to herself. With a small change of make-up, hairstyle, and wardrobe she already looks like the late mother of the boy. A drop of aphrodisiac in perfume, a drop in a glass of drink, a few one-on-one ‘’accidental encounters‘’ in the cramped corridors of the manor. Gradually, without realizing it, the boy began to see her as his late mother. And she began to smoothly transform his sonly love into a carnal one.

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:47

In the end, youth took its course, and he ended up fucking her in his parents' bedroom, after drugging his father with sleeping pills. During the process, he called her ‘’Mom‘’ and demanded to promise that she would never leave him again and would never leave him alone. When he came, he burst into tears, burying his face into her DD-sized chest, and the woman began to comfort him affectionately, just like a little boy.

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 20:55

After that, he tried to get into his stepmother's panties whenever he had the opportunity. The woman encouraged this in every possible way, as she began to feel maternal feelings for him. The spice was added by the fact they were forced to hide all this from the boy's father. It all ended with the fact that the stepmother expectedly got knocked up by her young lover. Fortunately for them, everything was blamed on the old man-daddy, who slept with the young wife a couple of times and caused a quiet hysteria in the boy who was unable to prevent it. Fortunately for him, the old man-father soon died, leaving his heir with an estate, a fortune, and a wife who was not the youngest, but who sincerely loved his stepson. On the last page, the newly pregnant stepmother was breastfeeding her infant, looking unhappily over her shoulder at the impatient boy who had pulled up her dress and joined her from behind, one hand caressing her belly and the other pawing at her free breast.

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 21:08

When she finished reading or rather looking through the book, which had a little over thirty pages Taria whistled contentedly. That was a normal book! The plot, of course, was a bit silly from her point of view, but it was beautifully drawn. Especially the bed scenes were beautifully drawn. She wondered if Tin had more books like this. Why hadn't he shown it to her before? Hmm, who's the author? Hentai King. That's a weird name.

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 21:10

"Taria! Did you fall asleep in there?!"

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:33

Hans' shout from the ground floor caused the blade dancer to startle.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:33

"I'm coming!"

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:33

Putting the book back in Tin's bag, she grabbed the jug of potion and hurried downstairs where work was in full swing.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:50

"What took you so long? Are you lost?"

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:50

"No, I just found some more silk for our recycling specialist. Here you go, a nice nightgown. You can keep it if you want."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:51

The Dark Druidess, who had already grown a dozen baskets, without being distracted from the process, said in an invariably calm voice:

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:51

"Thank you for the offer, but I regret to decline."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:52

"I understand, yeah, it will be too big for you in one place. Or rather, in a couple of places..."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:52

"Taria! Stop distracting the elf from her work, or she'll grow something wrong! If you don't know what to do, I'll quickly find work for you!"

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:52

Pouting defiantly, Taria turned around and went to help Hestia pack, who had a similar problem. But unlike Taria, she had a lot less clothes. As she helped her friend decide which items to keep and which to donate, the blade dancer turned her thoughts back to the illustrated book she'd found at Tin's place. It was a good picture book after all. And the story when you think about it, wasn't so bad. A seasoned and skilled woman and a young, unhappy boy who'd lost his mother. There's definitely something to it.

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 21:11

"I don't even know... They are both so beautiful. And I hardly wore them."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:53

Hestia's voice distracted Taria from her vulgar thoughts for a moment.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:56

"Keep the left one. It's more revealing. And Tin will definitely like it."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:56

"Do you think so?"

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:57

"Sure! As soon as we get out of this town, we'll try it."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:57

After a moment's hesitation, Hestia agreed with her and put the one she'd chosen aside, tossing the other into a pile on the floor. Then she took the next pair of dresses and looked questioningly at her companion. Taria was at first going to suggest keeping the white lace one, but then the second dark maroon one reminded her of the dress from the book, and she advised keeping it. She wondered how she would look in it. Hmm... She could fit into it, but she'd just have to loosen it as much as possible around her breasts.

Camrad_RIP 24.03.25 в 21:13

"I don’t know, I still like white better…" Hestia said doubtfully.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:57

“Hey, how about I take it for myself then?” Taria suddenly suggested.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 06:58

"Take it, I don't mind. If you can fit it in."

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 07:03

"Thanks, friend! Don't worry, I'll find a space!"

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 07:03

Taking the dress in her hands, Taria enclosed it and went to the mirror. Ha, what, it's very similar! Her breasts are, of course, smaller than those of that drawn woman, but still not small. She still needs to change her hairstyle, and it will be almost identical. All that's left is to find a poor young aristocratic boy who has lost his mother.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 07:05

"Girls, how long will you be there?" Losius's voice from the first floor made Taria almost jump up on the spot.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 07:06