*Bing-Bong!*
Due to the writer of this book being a massive-
|Hey!|
Fine, due to the writer of this book understanding that not all material is suitable for all ages, we have decided to include this warning for sheer amount of unnecessarily horny writing.
Keep in mind that this book is rated "R", so if youâre below the age of seventeen or still laugh at the mention of the word, ****, please...hold up, what hell? Why am I being censored.
|Itâs because itâs the firstish paragraph. Gotta keep it clean for the previews.|
Seriously? Ok...if you are below the age of seventeen or still laugh at the mention of the word, "penis", please click away or at least, scrub your history better...wait a minute, what happened to the censor?
|Like I said, firstish paragraph.|
Fair.
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[So...is it like a big deal that theyâre running around in the holding cells, or...]
<I mean... yâall can probably handle the resulting prison break, but itâll be a pain in the ass to clean up afterwards.>
[True...]
[Wait, isnât the maestro heading there now?]
=He is.=
[In that case, we can just leave it to him. Theyâre more than likely come to a heel as soon as he shows his pretty face to them.]
<That is possible...>
[For the sake of safety though, Iâm going to send my zako. Wait, Logos, Pathos, are those boney zakos from the arena earlier today available?]
<=Yes, why?=>
[Send them too.]
<=Ah.=>
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[Ah!]
*Clatter!*
*Clung!*
*Clang!*
[Oof! My bell bottom...]
[My chest...]
[Quiet you two! Weâre here.]
[Sorry...]
[Wait... weâre telepathic though, how can we be lou-?]
[Silence!]
[But weâre still not making any actual sounds!]
...
Nebulous.
That was the best term to describe the [Library of Nowhere].
A place that literally changes itâs rooms and displays on a whim that comes and goes as the summer breeze.
A place that changes itself based on the perception of others at any given moment.
A place so strange and mysterious that not even itâs caretakers, itâs master or even itâs occupants understand it completely.
That said, even ephemeral places such as the Library has a few fixed points here and there. For example, the personal quarters.
Every kaijin added to the roster is gifted their own room in the library to use as they see fit.
Even the Kaijin Lord had his own room, but he had yet to actually use it himself. In his own words, "Iâd rather not risk the off-chance of a late night check-up while Iâm sleeping elsewhere and people realizing I disappeared in the middle of the night...again."
Regardless, aside from the personal quarters of the Kaijin Lord and his entourage, another permanent fixture of the Library were the holding cells.
Zhen Liu wasnât the only Kaijin Lord to piss off people into sending goons after them, nor was he the only one who had to imprison such people for...unsavory purposes.
Supposedly, based on the words of Logos and Pathos, the holding cells for the [Library of Nowhere] could hold up to sixty or so sedated inmates, even if the captured foes were Aether deities. For the time being though, these cells were only holding four heavily sedated prisoners, four idiots, an Aether Lord, an Aether Master and a pair of peak Aether Acolytes.
These idiots were also known Olstenna, Victor, Simos and Graff, respectively.
That being stated, only the latter trio will be relevant.
After all, their lady loves were waiting for them.
...
In the dimly lit depths of the prison cells of the [Library of Nowhere], a trio of unusual evolving zakos were making their way to a specific set of cells.
To be more precise, a trio of evolving zakos, one made of wood, one made of marble and one made of copper, that were created by an entity made entirely of [Lust] and [Chaos], were making their way down to the set of cells containing the men that catalyzed their evolution.
As to why they were doing so...well...
[So...do we finish the deed after we rescue them or before?]
[After. Why?]
[I mean...itâs technically our collective first time, shouldnât we use restraints?]
[That...thatâs not what that means...like at all.]
[Ohhh...can we still just grind their pelvises into dust before recusing them anyways?]
[Girl...maybe.]
[Yay!]
That, they were going to do that.
Perhaps it was due to the progenitor being made of [Lust]. Perhaps it was due to their cores being made from highly dense forms of [Lust]. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the first "real" sensation the trio had when they first developed intelligence was sexual arousal. Either way, every member of this eclectic trio of constructed baddies wanted their man back, even if it meant defying their other creator.
[First Iâm gonna free him, then Iâm gonna hug him and then Iâm gonna lock him in my chest. Itâs gonna be so much fun!]
[Whatever you say, barrel tits.]
[Hey! Thatâs...still not a good name. I donât think Iâm filled with liquid.]
[Really? Damn.]
Then again, perhaps it wasnât that big of a moral quandary for them, since they had other things on their mind too. Such as, trying to come up with unique identities for each other.
For the past hour or so, or rather when they started going on their amazing back halls journey, the zakos had been trying to come up with names for one another, but had been failing rather badly at it. Mostly because they werenât really sure who they were themselves. What they did know though was limited to their physical forms...mostly.
[You know... youâve been making a lot of comments about your chest...maybe a name related to wooden chests?]
[Oooh, maybe...]
The one pondering on whether or not her name should involve the word, "chest", was a wooden golemesque zako that was, for all intents and purposes, top heavy and a bit of an air head. That mightâve been due to the fact that her materials were sourced from a tree that was known to grow pass the clouds, or the fact that her head and body was literally hollow like an empty chest. Surprisingly though, it didnât stop her from having the filthiest thoughts. On the plus side, she was also the lightest and most nimble of the group.
[What about you, bell bottom? Figured out a good name yet?,] the wooden zako asked her metallic companion.
[Not entirely sure, but the word bell has a nice "ring" to it...]
With copper skin and a callipygian figure, the copper zako girl proved herself to be rather sharp witted, despite the curves suggesting otherwise. Granted, she was as equally hollow bodied as her wooden friend, but she released a pleasant ringing sound when struck in just the right way.
[Oye, girls. Weâre here.]
[Woo!]
[Rock n roll, baby!]
[No more puns, please.]
The last of this unusually sexy trio was a marble statue looking zako that was the most human-looking of the trio. Although, the word, "human", was doing a lot of heavy lifting due to them looking like a Greek statue given life. Out of the three zakos, she was the only one who wasnât physically hollow, which mightâve contributed to her being a bit more level headed than her counterparts. That said, it also made her the most stubborn...like stone.
As the trio of wildly different zakos made their way down the prison wing, the marble leader of the bunch raised her hand as a sign for the others to stop.
[Huh? Why are we stopping here? Darling is just a little bit further down that way!,] the wooden one complained while gesturing for them to keep going.
[Correction, your darling is down that way,] the marble one clarified. [Iâm sensing mine down that way,] she said while pointing in the complete opposite direction.
[Oh...I guess now is a bad time to mention that Iâm sensing mine down a completely different way,] the copper one explained whole gesturing to a third direction.
The zakos all looked at each other, once they confirmed the directions of their respective darlings, as they tried to determine their next course of action. Evidently, they were torn.
[Should...should we try to stick together and free each of our darlings one by one?,] the wooden one suggested.
[We could, but thatâd be way too slow. Its very likely weâd get caught while halfway through and end up having to leave someone behind. Which is less than ideal,] the metal one pointed out. [We could also try splitting up, I think all of us can handle a fight when need be.]
[We can, but that would also mean isolation. Weâd be way to easier to outnumber by the authorities that be and thereâs a non-zero chance that chesty here will attempt to celebrate freedom a bit too early.]
[Hey!]
[Am I wrong?]
[No, but still. No need to call a hoe out like that. Itâs rude.]
[Hmmm.]
Evidently, their little planning session gave the aforementioned authorities enough time to formulate a response.
A boringly level headed one, but still.