Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 60 (END)
How could such a fierce battle of affections end so anticlimactically? Rewind the clock just before the three-way love struggle reached its conclusion and Aurora—Kaldir's creation—fell victim to Solt and Plang's scheme, forcing her dramatic exit from the stage. A close look at Aria and Buster's conversation reveals why things unraveled so easily.
"Fine, I get it. You really mean it—you think we shouldn't treat fully sentient beings with their own free will like toys, right? Message received."
"Don't get so snippy just because I said one word. I've never objected to playing with lower-dimensional sentient beings, Aria. I just wanted you to stick to some kind of 'line'."
"To me, that's the same thing. You have any idea how hard it is to put on a show while toeing that 'line' of yours? There were still so many things I wanted to do with Kaldir's body, and now they're all just stuck in my head."
"If you can't even control the lifeforms you created yourself, how can you call yourself the 'creator of all reality universes'?"
"Rant all you want. No matter what you say, this is my play."
The 'transcendent' Aria and Buster. Glimpsing their exchange from the recent past shows that Buster—her closest confidant and the sole audience member of this 'play'—had finally gotten through to her. He'd taken issue with Aria's meddling in Kaldir's life ever since she'd remade the girl into a body that turned even agony into ecstasy.
Aria had brushed off Buster's complaints with irritation but ultimately relented, agreeing to stop her excessive interference—at least for now. It looked like she could break the promise anytime, but she proved it with action, adhering to the principle that no director succeeds by ignoring their audience, no author by scorning their readers, and no broadcaster by dismissing their viewers.
For Aria—the creator of all reality universes and mother to every lifeform—meddling in one existence or withdrawing that meddling was trivial. True to form, she'd struck some pact with Buster and immediately ceased her interventions in Kaldir and her circle. Right on cue, Plang appeared to neatly(?) sort out the trio's tangled mess.
Thanks to Buster prevailing, Kaldir dodged the fate of becoming a broken shell after enduring the pinnacle of pleasure any lifeform could know—the infinite loop of death and resurrection in Aria's clutches. The princess and Shuga escaped that worst outcome too. What a relief.
"That girl... Plang, was it? What a rare specimen of a judge. Using a dildo instead of a gavel, handing down sentences of dildo insertion and pussy-grinding punishment... and somehow untangling a hopelessly knotted marital affair. Fascinating."
"Heh, indeed. A lady judge wielding a dildo? Now that you've stopped meddling, Aria, the story's veering even weirder. Is the history of your interference just too deep-rooted for it to normalize?"
"Maybe. But right now, I'd rather focus on witnessing this judgment for the ages than critiquing it."
Even Aria—who'd grudgingly decided to step back and observe without interfering for the time being—found Plang's self-appointed role as judge and prosecutor riveting. Her verdict(?) rivaled Solomon's wisdom, soothing Aria's grudges to some degree.
Buster, too, chuckled in disbelief at the soap-opera twist the tale had taken post-interference, yet he couldn't tear his eyes from Plang's performance.
Humanity was Aria's creation, so Plang—born from Kaldir's hands, a member of humanity—was a 'creation of a creation'. How could anyone look away, even briefly, from such a being groping her master's breasts and unleashing the lust buried deep in her core?
An mere android presuming to probe her human superiors' pussies during interrogation, only to straighten out their relationships? Ah, it would've been even more entertaining if Plang had succumbed to Kaldir's seduction midway and fucked her good and hard—but against Aria's expectations, Plang gritted her teeth and endured.
Get a grip, Plang. You're just your master's creation. You can't feel love for her... or lust... No.
Plang bit her tongue so hard to hypnotize herself that artificial blood trickled out. Hmm... blood meant her tongue wasn't made from the metal alloys Kaldir favored for weapons but from synthetic cells.
"Well, I'll be—an android designed to feel human emotions resisting my daughter's temptations."
Aria clapped at Plang's resolve. She hadn't birthed Kaldir from her own womb, but she'd eyed the girl in her mother's belly and infused her with psychic energy from the start—so calling her 'my daughter' was only natural.
The scene after Plang tied up the events around Kaldir was equally noteworthy. Solt—the heroine's little sister—teaming up with the protagonist's robot to dump her other creation, Aurora, at a brothel and bolt? How could that not be highlight-worthy? If this wasn't worth noting, nothing was.
"Sacrifice Aurora... to save the plot... Alright, we got paid upfront, so let's ditch her here and run. It's just a five-minute walk from that brothel—they'll find her or not, whatever. Stick around longer, and we'll get dragged in for a correctional gang-rape ending ourselves."
"Eek, a correctional gang-rape ending without Mistress? No way...!"
"Wait—one sec... We should pin a note with Aurora's backstory. Done. Now scram! Unless you wanna end up like some ero-manga heroine with a uterus tattoo branded on, forced to debut on porn sites—grab my hand and warp out now!"
Solt—who'd masterminded this by convincing Plang—dumped the baggage-like Aurora in a suitable spot, grabbed Plang's hand, and fled. Minutes later, as expected, the men who'd deposited money in their account showed up, hauled the powered-off Aurora to their establishment.
Just like with Kanelrian, they leveraged noble connections to sell Aurora to Earth's high-and-mighty... but first, they took turns with her cute little ass while she was switched off.
A little later, and Solt and Plang would've been snared by those brutes too, just as Solt warned. Plang had beefed herself up with Aurora's combat modules, and as the heroine's sister, Solt wasn't getting nabbed here—but 'what if' had a way of biting.
Back to the point: the mafia earning the honor of breaking in Aurora had their reasons for such brazenness.
Even ruthless mobsters rarely touch merchandise bound for VIPs. But per the note Solt left on Aurora, all combat modules were dismantled, though virgin-membrane regen ones remained intact. So they had plausible deniability for tampering with 'client goods'.
"Oho, look at this bitch—her anal hole's already healed from what I gave her. Guess that note wasn't bullshit. We could've charged extra."
"Worry-free even if we wreck her rough—no breakdowns mid-rotation. Fucking convenient."
Not just deflowering her, but instant recovery from torture tools if she resisted mid-fuck? A self-repairing sex droid was pure convenience.
Heh heh, a virgin bitch racked up with use, then sold at premium for multiples of original price. Just thinking about it made his spent cock twitch back to life!
Days later, Aurora flowed to Earth via the same network that sold Kanelrian. Cops—who hid god-knows-where otherwise—gladly escorted the VIP shipment.
"To safely use the warp gate... you'll pay the clearance fee, right?"
"Fuck off, you leeching scum. We barely profited, and now you take this much? Pigs are more vicious than us mobsters."
"Jealous? Quit mafia, join the force. Not much difference."
Cops didn't forget to extort the mafia under escort pretense. With elites hogging 99% of wealth, what harm in petty shakedowns? Corrupt badges rationalized it that way.
Others sneered that pocketing bribes was fine, but settling for scraps from mobsters? Switch careers—there's always a bigger fish.
Passed from brothel owner to middlemen to mafia and crooked cops, Aurora finally hit Earth. What happened to her frail frame—Plang's original body? No need to spell it out.
Aurora couldn't escape on her own. Plang filled her vacancy, so no rescue from Kaldir. In the end, just as Solt wished, Aurora became the dark ritual's sacrifice for the plot. Aurora... now, truly, forever, farewell.