Serving the Same Master Together!

Bronya felt the cold bite her skin, but nothing could dissipate the suffocating heat burning in her veins. Her fingers trembled, nails digging into her own thighs as she watched, mesmerized, the scene unfolding before her.

Daziel, muscles tense beneath sweaty skin, dominated Cocolia like a predator over its prey. His hips slammed against hers in a brutal rhythm, each thrust echoing like thunder. The snow around them was already melting from the heat of their bodies.

"M-Master… p-punish this bad woman…!" Cocolia moaned, her voice breaking amidst hoarse gasps. Her fingers clawed at the frozen ground, knuckles white from the strain, but she didn't try to escape—on the contrary, her body arched back, as if begging for more.

Daziel smirked, a savage glint in his eyes as he leaned over her, thinking. "Ever since that time…" His mind plunged into the pleasure of the hot grip of Cocolia's walls, filled with contempt and desire. "...that you caused me so much trouble in Belobog, deep down I always had intrusive thoughts of one day reducing you to this. A bitch in heat, moaning my name."

Cocolia gasped as he buried his fingers in her blonde hair, pulling hard enough to make tears escape. "D-Daziel~ You're tearing my pussy apart!~"

He quickened the pace, each word coming out between deeper thrusts. "Look at you. Nothing more than a hot hole for me to unload my semen into—and you love it, don't you?"

"A-AAAHHN!~" Cocolia's scream echoed, her body contorting as Daziel hit her most sensitive spot. Her eyes, once cold and calculating, now rolled back, her tongue lolling like an ecstatic bitch's.

Bronya felt her own legs tremble. She should look away—she had to—but her eyes were glued to the way her adoptive mother's belly jumped with each impact, the way her breasts bounced uncontrollably. Her breathing grew ragged, her hands moving down on their own to the wet barrier between her thighs.

"This is wrong…" The thought emerged weakly, muffled by the sound of moans and skin slapping against skin. "She's my adoptive mother…" But her body didn't care about morality.

Her fingers slid with newfound familiarity, exploring territory she barely knew. Life as the Supreme Guardian left no room for lust—but now, watching Daziel ruin the woman who once ruled Belobog with an iron fist, Bronya understood, for the first time, what pure desire was.

Cocolia no longer formed words, just hoarse, broken sounds, her mouth open in a continuous sigh. Daziel gripped her waist, fingers bruising her skin, and with a final growl, buried himself to the hilt.

"Take it. All of it, YOU WHORE, CUM DUMP!"

A wet "pop" echoed as he pulled out, followed by a thick stream running down Cocolia's trembling thighs, staining the snow white.

Bronya couldn't take it anymore. Her body arched, fingers digging deeper as waves of pleasure hit her in succession. She had lost count after the fifth orgasm, her pussy already burning, almost screaming "Fuck me too Daziel, HURT MY PUSSY!" Her knees buckled, and she fell sideways, panting, her mind empty of everything but the heat still pulsing between her legs.

…

Old Weapons Proving Ground, Celebration Services Hall, VIP Area.

Dazzling crystal chandeliers spilled soft light, illuminating a scene of fragrant scents and elegant figures mingling, glasses clinking in celebration.

Sparkle, dressed in that outrageously flamboyant kimono, moved like a fish weaving through the crowd of brightly dressed guests. After all, on a planet blanketed in snow and ice, she was wearing so little that she couldn't help but stand out.

Yet, she paid no mind to the stares around her.

Finally, she located Giovanni in a quiet, secluded booth.

Inside, Giovanni sat alone, sunk into the plush sofa. A crystal glass filled with red wine rested between his fingers, swirling gently, the scarlet liquid leaving mesmerizing trails on the glass. His face remained hidden behind his signature mask, concealing his true emotions flawlessly. Only the slight furrow of his brow betrayed a hint of deep thought.

Sparkle walked up beside him and plopped down onto the sofa, unceremoniously grabbing an empty glass from the table and pouring herself a measure. She moved with the casual familiarity of someone in their own home.

"JoJo, this humble little spot is quite lively now, isn't it?" Sparkle began, her voice laced with amusement. "I took a walk around, and I think I've pretty much figured out your plan, you know?"

The corner of Giovanni's mouth visible beneath the mask twitched. He set down his glass and turned to face her, sighing helplessly. "Sparkle, I've told you, don't call me JoJo. It's too weird."

Sparkle shrugged, taking a sip of her wine. "Wasn't your name Giovanni di Gio... something or other?" she teased playfully. "Since you've got two 'Gio's in there, calling you JoJo can't be wrong, right?"

"..." Giovanni rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out another resigned sigh. "Fine, whatever. If it brings you joy, then go ahead."

Sparkle put down her glass, her tone turning slightly provocative. "If you want my help, how about giving me a coin? And throw in a few powerful Aether Spirits while you're at it. I know you can adjust the data behind the scenes, right? Hook me up with some magical pets."

Giovanni's eyes narrowed slightly, a warning edge creeping into his voice. "What if someone finds out? If they ask whether the source of these pets is legitimate, how will you answer?"

Sparkle waved dismissively, utterly unconcerned. "I'll just say a friend gave them to me. Who cares if it's legal or not?"

Giovanni studied Sparkle, trying to read the true intentions behind her gaze. He knew her personality – impish, unpredictable, never playing by the rules. Yet, he had to admit, among the Tavern's many adherents of Elation, she certainly possessed considerable skill.

After a brief silence, Giovanni stood up and left the booth.

A coin traced an arc through the air, caught precisely by Sparkle. She toyed with it, her fingertips tracing the intricate patterns on its surface, her eyes holding a hint of scrutiny.

"You didn't add any nasty surprises in here, did you?" Sparkle looked up at Giovanni, her tone probing.

A humorless smile touched Giovanni's lips. "Added something? Of course, I added a little surprise. What, scared now? Afraid to use it?"

"Tch!" Sparkle scoffed, pocketing the coin directly. "Scared? People from the Tavern don't have that word in their vocabulary. I'm going to collect those badges first. Later, see ya!"

She stood up, waved casually at Giovanni, and turned towards the hall's exit, leaving him sitting there alone.

Giovanni picked up his wine glass, took a gentle sip, and watched Sparkle's retreating figure with a cold smile.

"I heard you girls enjoy messing with your own allies," he muttered to himself, his voice low and icy. "Let's see just how you plan to screw things up this time."

As Sparkle's figure vanished through the doorway, Giovanni's gaze grew deeper, like an unfathomable, frozen pool. Setting down his glass, he slowly rose and left the booth, melting back into the bustling festivities.

He was waiting for the curtain to rise on this meticulously crafted play.

Night descended like thick ink poured over the planet.

Sparkle's figure, like a wild horse breaking free, suddenly burst out from the brilliantly lit Celebration Services Hall.

The biting cold wind of the outside world instantly hit her, brushing against her exposed skin and sending a faint shiver through her. But for a follower of her Path like Sparkle, this chill was merely a refreshing diversion.

From within the folds of her kimono, Sparkle retrieved the Aether Coin Giovanni had given her. Her fingertips traced the cool surface, feeling the fine, complex engravings. Under the dim lights of Rivet Town, the coin gleamed with the unique cold luster of metal.

"That Giovanni fellow..." Sparkle's red lips curved into a playful smile. "He really is cautious to a fault. Guarding against his own people too, huh?"

With a flick of her finger, the coin danced in the air, tracing a silver arc like a nimble firefly before landing precisely back in her palm. Sparkle opened her hand, gazing at the coin resting quietly within. "So," she murmured to herself, "was this also part of your calculations, JoJo...?"

The night grew deeper, but the lights of Rivet Town shone ever brighter.

The streets of Rivet Town presented a stark contrast to the luxurious scene inside the hall. The air hung thick with the distinct smell of machine oil and clanging metal. A cacophony of voices filled the air, punctuated by the distant roar of Geomarrow Excavators – a raw symphony playing the town's unique tune.

Sparkle strolled through the boisterous crowd, as free and agile as a fish in water. Her fiery red kimono, so out of place with the surroundings, unexpectedly became the most eye-catching sight in the night.

She looked up, gazing at the brightly lit streets, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Let's see just what kind of fun this so-called celebration has to offer..."

She quickened her pace, her figure gradually disappearing into the depths of the thronging street.

Perspective shifts back to Daziel.

Daziel had just finished his business and pulled up his pants.

He had to admit, the 'mature woman' type had a certain appeal, different from younger girls. Much more satisfying...

Especially with Bronya watching nearby. It was unbelievably thrilling.

Daziel stored Cocolia within an Aether Coin, then released everyone else except for Topaz. After all, he hadn't planned on making everyone his Aether Spirit from the start. In actual battles, there were rules limiting the number of Aether Spirits; you couldn't possibly deploy all of them.

Belobog needed its Supreme Guardian's leadership, and now the Echoing Corridor also needed its Gym Leader to hold the fort. Having Topaz and Cocolia was enough for now. No one should be able to beat him now...

Probably... right?

Daziel stored Cocolia in the coin, glanced at her stats panel, and then released her again. It was then he realized Cocolia could switch between two forms at will. Normally, she maintained her human form, but switching to the Mother of Deception form during combat would be better.

Didn't that mean... he now had readily available ranged firepower anytime?

Although, thinking about it, wasn't readily available ranged firepower something he already had? Daziel thought, casting a mental image to Jingliu, still tied up in his room, and then glanced at March 7th beside him.

March 7th felt instinctively uncomfortable under his gaze. She wanted to retort, but the words caught in her throat, unable to escape. She felt a strange sense of confusion. What was wrong with her? Ever since... that just happened... why did she feel so strange? Why couldn't she muster even a shred of defiance towards Daziel?

Meanwhile, Bronya stared blankly at the Cocolia Daziel had summoned.

Even though she knew this was just Aether data... even though she had held her hand not long ago... even though she had poured out her heart's longing to her just moments before... Now that the dust had settled, the harshness of reality washed over her like an icy tide, and she felt she could no longer face this adoptive Mother.

Especially after witnessing that...

How could such an embarrassing scene exist, and worse, she couldn't avoid it? As an Aether Spirit with zero health, she could only lie prone on the ground and watch the entire thing—

Even though she had covered her eyes with her hands initially, hearing Cocolia's gasps made her fingers curl involuntarily, leaving only small gaps, barely shielding her view. Peeking through her fingers, watching, she even found herself reacting physically.

Another puddle had formed where she had just been lying.

I... The more she thought about it, the more mortified she became.

A wave of shame washed over her, threatening to drown her completely. She couldn't help but cover her face again.

...

Cocolia slowly walked over to Bronya. She looked at her daughter, her eyes devoid of their former sternness, filled instead with complex emotions.

"Bronya!" Cocolia spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse, entirely different from its usual coldness. "If it were her... if it were the real Cocolia, she would surely reprimand you harshly right now."

Bronya's body trembled slightly, her head bowed even lower.

"She would tell you to cast aside your weakness and personal feelings," Cocolia continued, her tone mimicking the past, as if recreating an old scene. "As the Supreme Guardian of Belobog, you have no need for such useless things."

Cocolia paused, her gaze softening. She let out a gentle sigh. "But I am not her... at least, not anymore." She looked down at her own body, seemingly sensing some change.

"Just now... after doing that with Master..." Cocolia's voice dropped lower, laced with an almost imperceptible shyness. "I feel... I've gained something new. Something... she never possessed."

Bronya looked up, her tear-filled eyes meeting Cocolia's, full of confusion and bewilderment.

"..."

Cocolia reached out, gently stroking Bronya's cheek. "Right now, I just want to hold you, my daughter."

With that, Cocolia opened her arms and gently embraced Bronya.

This hug held no blame, no authority, only overwhelming tenderness and... motherly love.

Bronya could hold back no longer. She collapsed onto Cocolia's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Mother... Mother..." she choked out, her voice broken, filled with grievance and dependence.

Cocolia gently patted Bronya's back, soothing her like a child, her eyes brimming with affection.

Everyone watched the scene of motherly love and filial piety unfold. Although it felt somewhat unreal, perhaps even like something that shouldn't be happening, they all watched quietly. Tears welled up in the eyes of the other girls.

Daziel watched, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He hadn't expected Cocolia to change so drastically after becoming an Aether Spirit. The original Mother of Deception was cold and ruthless, yet this Cocolia radiated human warmth. Unlike her, yet somehow surpassing her.

Perhaps this change was a good outcome after all. As the saying goes, pouring emotions into a piece of code isn't shameful; humans are just clumps of cells, after all.

Nestled in Cocolia's embrace, Bronya's crying gradually subsided into quiet sobs. She clung tightly to Cocolia, as if wanting to merge into her.

"Mother..." Bronya looked up, her eyes glistening with tears. "I... I..." She wanted to say something but didn't know how to begin.

Cocolia gently wiped the tears from Bronya's face. "It's alright, Bronya," she said softly. "It's all in the past." She hugged Bronya again. "Because you will always be my daughter."

Bronya couldn't stop fresh tears from streaming down her face. This time, her cries contained not just hurt and reliance, but also relief and deep emotion.

Watching the tightly embracing mother and daughter, Daziel felt incredibly gratified. He knew, in this moment, Bronya's inner conflict had finally been resolved.

Maybe... maybe this is my purpose in coming to this world... he thought. Trailblazing isn't just about fighting, not just about getting stronger, but also about... redemption!

A surge of pride swelled within Daziel's chest.

However, this feeling of pride didn't last long before Cocolia's voice suddenly turned serious.

"Bronya! Although I am no longer who I used to be, there are some things I still hope you understand."

"..." Bronya looked at Cocolia attentively.

"Belobog needs you! The people need you!" Cocolia stated slowly. "You must be strong, you must be brave, you must shoulder the responsibility of the Supreme Guardian."

"I..." Bronya's voice choked slightly.

"But none of that matters!" Cocolia's tone shifted abruptly, becoming emotional as she addressed Bronya. "You can also be weak, you can cry, you can also... rely on me, and on my Master!"

Pfft! Wait, what the hell?

Daziel felt a rush of blood surge to his head, his mind buzzing as if something had just exploded.

This isn't how the script is supposed to go!

What does Cocolia mean by that?! He stared wide-eyed at Cocolia, disbelieving, wondering if he was hearing things.

The previously quiet atmosphere instantly froze. The other girls were stunned, exchanging bewildered glances, unsure how to react.

Cocolia covered her cheeks, her face flushed crimson, her eyes practically turning into heart shapes. She spoke with near-frenzied enthusiasm, "Daziel, my Master! Oh, he's simply wonderful! His broad shoulders, his firm chest, his powerful... baseball bat! It's a joy you've never experienced in your memories!"

At this, Cocolia abruptly grabbed Bronya's hand, her eyes gleaming with a scrutinizing light. "You clearly had the chance to enjoy pleasure with Master before, yet you only chose to use your feet! Bronya, you are truly... such an unfilial daughter!"

Startled by Cocolia's sudden action, Bronya instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Cocolia held it fast. She lowered her head shyly, her voice barely a whisper.

"..."

Cocolia ignored Bronya's reaction and continued, her tone carrying a hint of temptation. "But it doesn't matter, it's not too late! Join me in serving our Master. A meticulously arranged 'combo meal' featuring the two of us... that will surely satisfy Master!"

The more Daziel listened, the deeper the frown lines on his forehead became, almost forming a permanent crease. He felt his temples throbbing, a frustrated heat burning in his chest.

Unable to bear it any longer, Daziel rushed forward and swiftly recalled Cocolia into the Aether Coin.

"Miss Bronya, she's just code! There's a bug in her programming! What the hell does she know about being Cocolia? Don't listen to her, and don't take it to heart, okay?" Daziel pleaded desperately with Bronya, his voice full of exasperation.

Bronya slowly raised her head. A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes but was quickly replaced by determination. She shook her head gently. "I... I'm fine. I think... what she said makes sense. If the real Mother knew someone had saved Belobog... she would probably also..."

"Mr. Daziel, you paid off such a huge debt for Belobog, a debt that we couldn't repay even if we sold the entire city. Even if Mr. Daziel truly had... requests... I would have no complaints." Bronya's voice was soft, yet carried an unshakeable resolve.

Daziel stared at Bronya, dumbfounded, scarcely believing his ears. He thought he had removed part of the meme influencing her; she should be acting normally now.

"No, wait, I already removed part of the meme affecting you! It shouldn't be active yet! Why would you say that?" Daziel's voice was thick with confusion and disbelief.

Bronya shook her head firmly, yet shyly. "No, it has nothing to do with that. I know I am perfectly clear-headed right now. This is a decision I made after careful consideration. Compared to Belobog, my personal self counts for little."

Hearing this, Daziel felt completely numb. It was as if he'd been struck on the head with a heavy hammer, leaving his ears ringing.

Silence descended, broken only by the whistling sound of the wind sweeping across the ice and snow. The other girls stood silently nearby, watching Daziel and Bronya, unsure of what to say.

Daziel felt mentally and physically drained. He rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling an urgent need to calm down.

"Argh!" He slumped powerlessly onto a nearby stone block and let out a long sigh. "What is even happening...?"

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