Unlocked
"I'm home."
"Hoah~!"
Hoah and I called out like that as we stepped inside, but neither Hoaran—who'd normally come out to greet us—nor Lilith was anywhere to be seen.
For the record, I named her Hoah because she goes "Hoah, hoah." What else would you call her?
Whenever I called her that, Hoaran would shoot me a look for some reason, though.
I asked if it was because I'd arbitrarily stuck her with the name, but she just said no, nothing like that.
Anyway, no one coming out to greet us had me a little thrown off.
"What the hell."
"Hoah?"
Lilith skips the welcome sometimes depending on her mood, but Hoaran never had before. Was she mad or something?
I had a guilty conscience nagging at me, so I started worrying for no good reason.
See, my Gift goes haywire every morning along with my morning wood, so I'd been relying on Hoaran to help me out before work. But today, I'd fucked up and pressed her head down mid-climax by accident.
Still half-asleep, I'd mistaken her for a fleshlight or some shit and just rammed my dick straight down her throat while I came. Thinking back on it now, I had no idea how to make this right.
She said it was fine at the time, but she could've been pissed about it after all.
Fuck, what do I do?
Should I run out and grab a cake or something right now?
Would that even work on Hoaran?
As I mulled that over, I caught Hoaran and Lilith's voices drifting from the kitchen.
"Let go of me. Hanjo's home, isn't he?"
"You nuts? You really gonna go out like that?"
"You're not wearing pants either, are you? If you hate it so much, fuck off. This lady can handle it alone just fine."
"Cut the shit, you bitch. Don't you dare try to do it all by yourself..."
What the fuck?
Sounded like they were both in the kitchen... but doing what, exactly?
From what I could make out, Lilith was holding Hoaran back from coming out to greet me.
Good thing it wasn't about that morning fiasco, at least. I'd been sweating that one.
While I debated whether to head in or not, the door swung open, and out stepped Hoaran.
In a classic bunny girl outfit, no less.
"Sorry about that, Hanjo. Lilith grabbed me, so I was late coming out."
"You crazy bitch, why drag me into this?!"
And right behind her, Lilith emerged from the room in the exact same getup.
No.
What the actual fuck is this?
Hoaran in black-and-white bunny girl attire, Lilith in the contrasting colors—I had zero clue how to react.
"Hoah..."
Hoah—her main body? Her owner? Whatever you wanna call it—seemed just as speechless at the sight of her two counterparts.
She looked like she was thinking, What the hell is all this? And hell yeah, I felt that.
Hoaran spoke up to me then.
"How is it? Does it help relieve your fatigue a bit, Hanjo?"
Looking at her, I pieced it together.
Hoaran must've picked up some weird idea from a book or whatever and dragged Lilith into it.
I glanced at Lilith, and she flushed red under my gaze.
"...Don't look at me like that, you fucking perv."
Lilith, who struts around in skimpier shit than this on the daily, blushing in a bunny girl outfit? Adorably pathetic.
The micro-mini skirt that barely hid her ass or panties, the bra-top that was basically nothing—compared to her usual wardrobe, this actually covered more skin. No idea what her deal was.
Anyway, I pondered for a sec, then went with the safe play: compliment them.
"You both look great."
Honestly? They looked so fucking hot I was about to pop a boner, but no way was I saying that outright.
"...Pervy bastard."
"I'm glad you like it."
Different reactions, as expected.
Lilith grumbled, Hoaran beamed. Safe play worked.
"Ah, I'll have dinner ready soon, so go change and come out, Hanjo."
I watched her head to the kitchen, tails swishing happily from the praise. That ass was hypnotic as hell; couldn't look away.
Lilith caught me staring.
"...You fucking dog perv, what're you gawking at?"
She scowled. I shot back,
"Hoaran-mama's ass."
"You insane dog perv! Why say it like it's no big deal?!"
"What? It's the truth. And it's not like being a pervy dog is news. Anyway, what the hell's going on here?"
My guess seemed spot-on, but I asked anyway. Lilith scowled harder.
"...That bitch saw some weird shit in one of her weird books again. Said it was the perfect outfit to comfort her tired son after work, then whipped these up once you left."
"Figured as much."
It wasn't the first time Hoaran pulled something quirky like this.
Yesterday, she'd tried kissing my cheek when I got home, saying I'd worked hard—Lilith straight-up cockblocked her.
Then Lilith ripped into her for being weird, while Hoaran shot back that kissing your kid ain't weird.
Lilith looked stumped at that, and when she glared at me like say something, I sided with her: I'm a grown-ass adult, cheek kisses are kinda awkward.
Honestly, it was embarrassing at my age.
Funny how Lilith the succubus was the voice of reason over the heavenly fox Hoaran in shit like this.
But then...
"Fine, whatever with Hoaran-mama. But why the hell are you dressed like that, Mom?"
Even Lilith, who'd been playing the sane one today, was in on it. When I called her out, she looked away.
"Well..."
She started to answer, then clamped her mouth shut.
Snatched the bags from my hands and stormed inside.
"...Don't ask stupid questions. Hurry up and get in here. I haven't eaten shit waiting for you, and I'm starving."
What the...?
I stared at her retreating back. Unlike Hoaran's tail-blocked ass, Lilith's slender tail couldn't hide that massive rump.
Damn.
Lilith's ass was fire too.
"Hoah..."
Hoah glared up at me from my pocket, but I ignored her and went to change first.
After swapping clothes, scarfing dinner, and a quick shower, both were back in their usual outfits when I came out.
"Wait, what."
Where'd my double bunny-mama show go?
"Shut up, you freak."
She knew exactly what I was gonna say without me finishing.
"If you want, Hanjo, I can change back."
Hoaran offered sweetly. I was tempted... until Lilith snapped at her.
"Enough of that, you lunatic."
"What did this lady do?"
"Fuck, we seriously need a crash course on 'normal' later."
"This lady is the epitome of normal."
"Holy shit, the bullshit."
No way was I asking Hoaran to suit up again just to get double-cursed by Lilith.
Eh...
They'd kept the outfits on through dinner anyway, so I'd gotten my fill.
If anything, it was a relief—my dick wasn't under siege anymore. No fighting off erections.
"...So, same as always today, huh?"
Still a bit disappointed, I toweled my hair as Lilith eyed my bare abs—specifically, the Jotaechang tattooed there.
I nodded.
"Yeah. Nothing new."
"How many clients today?"
"Three."
I told her about starting with wererat Bella and the rest. She gave me a weird look.
"What?"
"...Nah, nothing."
She muttered, shook her head, then cleared her throat.
"Anyway, about that stagnation. Might be tied to my Level Drain. Custom version and all."
"Your Level Drain?"
I glanced at her midriff. Her heart-shaped tattoo, wings spread around it, peeked from under her running shirt.
Unlike mine, it looked empty. I tilted my head.
"What's that got to do with this?"
"I'm not like other succubi. They probably never hit a plateau like yours 'cause they've never tried."
"But why don't you know?"
"You little shit, don't pretend you don't get it."
She glared, face red. I scratched my jaw.
Fair. Virgin Lilith's never had hers filled, let alone overflowing.
"Whatever. Could just be your Gift acting up too... but no big issues, so whatever."
I felt the same—curious why my dick UI wouldn't level, but no real problems.
"Here, read this."
She tossed some papers my way.
I caught them. "What's this?"
"Remember that dispenser revision I mentioned? Announcement's tomorrow, but preview for you."
"Can I even see this?"
"Everyone'll know by tomorrow anyway."
Still, isn't this leaking official docs?
Eh, whatever.
I skimmed. Summary: Higher tax deductions for clients, new-model Body Checkers like mine rolling out to some dispensers.
"You got the deduction too."
"You think clients would pay full price for a single fuck?"
"True."
Even with dispenser pay being insane, who'd shell out that much?
Especially with heat cycles hitting monthly—big expenses.
Dispensers started as welfare for desperate races anyway.
Seemed like they cared, at least.
"Others getting these new Body Checkers too?"
I'd thought mine was special. Kinda bummed it was "select dispensers."
Lilith smirked. "Theirs are all downgrades compared to yours. That bitch made it, Hoaran tweaked it. No contest."
"Oh yeah?"
Still special, then.
But...
"Doesn't seem like much. Business as usual?"
New checkers and deductions didn't faze me.
She frowned. "You didn't read to the end, did you?"
How'd she know?
Too wordy, sue me.
"...Sigh. Last page."
"Gotcha."
Last page detailed new Body Checker recipients:
'Dispensers in the top 5% receiving new-model Body Checkers will have the "prohibition on dispenser activities outside designated locations" lifted on a limited basis. Additionally, they will receive an extra 10%+ deduction from the increased client rates.'
"...But they'll switch to full named designation, and must accept world gov assignments? What the hell?"
Other stuff was safety measures—real-time tracking, etc. Skippable.
Lilith explained. "No biggie. Clients save cash, you save more with bigger deductions. Varies by individual or race. Plus, remote races can't always visit centers. Top dispensers like you, untethered? Demand city."
"Huh... yeah, makes sense."
Like mermaids needing foreign seed for kids. They rarely showed 'cause centers are landlocked.
Heard one came in a tank once, or saved for leg potions/magic to waddle in, milk dispensers dry, then haul the cum home.
They love creampies, but condoms? Perfect for storing fresh loads—enchanted to keep 'em viable.
Condoms as cum coolers? Hilarious irony.
For them, mobile dispensers would be a godsend.
"Beyond that, lotsa complaints from races who struggle to access. Top-tier like you? Boom, demand spikes. Lower tiers? 'Special treatment' bitching incoming."
Yeah, obvious.
World gov's "equality" flag draws whiners over every dumb thing.
Still a headache for them.
Binding diverse races under "equality" ain't easy. Dispenser protests over this? Nightmare.
I nodded; made sense. Lilith continued.
"So, top recipients get obligations from the gov. Nothing major, but it shuts up the 'no sacrifices!' crowd."
"That's it?"
"Not everyone's convinced, but complaints drop. Saves budget. Smart, right? Dumb not to."
Politics, I guess.
No clue.
"Whatever, not your problem. But heads-up on races to watch out for. Memorize 'em."
"Races to avoid?"
"Yeah. Gov'll scrutinize, but your skills draw heat. Dodge these from the jump."
Huh.
She sighed at my blank look.
"Like snow women. They'll freeze guys they like into ice dildos for 'eternal love' bullshit. And..."
She rattled off cautionary races, laced with gore. My curses flowed naturally.
"Fuck me."
Her tailored examples hit hard. No-brainers.
My Gift charms the opposite sex—twisted expression from a fucked-up race? Disaster.
I focused intently... then felt a tug on my clothes.
Turned: Hoaran clutching the hem.
"What's up?"
"...Nothing."
She shook her head, let go. Her ears and tails drooped; shit, I'd sidelined her.
Unintentional, but she'd felt left out.
"Hoaran-mama."
"...Yes?"
She tilted her head, surprised.
"Can I touch your tails?"
Eh?
Her face said it. I doubled down.
"No?"
She shook her head. "If you want to, Hanjo..."
She extended them, swishing invitingly.
I grabbed hold.
"Nngh... G-gently."
"Sorry!"
Too good; gripped hard without thinking. She jolted.
Eased up, stroked softly. Lilith narrowed her eyes.
"...The fuck you doing now?"
"Sudden urge for Hoaran-mama tails. Any other races?"
"...Sigh."
What?
She sighed deeply, looking pissed.
Why? Then I saw her pout, eyeing me petting Hoaran.
"Want me to pet your tail too, Mom?"
"...No? Shut your trap."
Just say no without the attitude?