Well, I can finally access Gurochan on my computer again, so...here's the rest of Part 5, now conveniently accessible!

Part 5: Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Programming, cont.

Akane's mission had started out perfectly.

Of the three entrances (well, four, but the sewer was essentially off the table) that were available to her, the redhead had chosen the most straightforward: the front door. Of course, such an approach carried heavy risks, but...well, no pain, no gain!

She'd expected to be stopped upon her attempted entry, and she was, yet from that point forward, things took a rather confusing turn. The guard on duty apparently mistook her for some random scientist lady that was supposed to show up around an hour ago, and, after giving her a verbal thrashing about the values of punctuality, scheduling meetings yourself, and advised her to hire an aide that sounded less like an edgy teenager. Apparently the station had almost written the whole thing off as a prank call by someone with nothing better to do, but they ended up scheduling it anyway on the off-chance that it was legit. Despite her grievances, the guard provided her with some identification, entry, and directions to the studio this "Dr. Redwood's" interview was supposed to take place. Akane had no idea who this Red-whatever was supposed to be or what she could possibly be here for, but if it got her in so smoothly, hey, she wasn't going to argue!

Thus, our dashing protagonist found her way into the location in which her target was located. The layout of the news station proved fairly simple, yet every turn seemed to yield another security guard pointing her in the direction she was supposedly supposed to be going in; in the end, rather than her initial objective, the demon hunter instead stumbled into what appeared to be a news room, looking rather exasperated. Initially, the staff reacted to the sight of her and her dangling sack with confusion, but the sight of the tag attached to her lapel changed their gears in a heartbeat. They became a whirlwind of activity, brushing the dust off Akane's suit, making sure it was all nice and neat, even giving her womb something of a pampering with soft cleaning pads and perfume bottles. By the end, Akane was understandably out of it, fluid dripping from her auspicious organ...so when the staff corralled her over to the newscasters, she had no choice but to stumble along to their encouragement.

From there, she underwent an "interview" (something she really just bluffed her way through) which ended abruptly when the newscaster conducting it got caught up in the moment and poured gross white gunk all over her poor, defenseless ovary, something that felt so skin-crawlingly disgusting that she instinctively put up her barrier. After a few moments of recovery, the red-haired huntress took her chance to skedaddle, the cube lodged in her uterus giving her a bit of trouble in the process but not enough to stop her from making her grand escape. In their search for the escaped interviewee, the guards found little more than a trail of white fluid (upon a taste test, said fluid was revealed to be a stale egg beaten into liquid form) and the discarded remnants of the spreader cube.

And so we arrive at Akane's current situation, finally back on track after that annoyingly extended sidequest. She'd already discarded her suit by now; after all, it wouldn't be much help against the upcoming demon, as is generally the case with their kind. It also made it a lot more convenient to take her abused ovary in hand, gently drawing it out of its fleshy shroud and holding it in her palm with one hand while she danced the fingers of her other over its sensitive surface. "Haaaah...that sucked." She grumbled, venting the last of her dwindling frustration as the bliss shooting through her ovary took care of the rest. "That newscaster was a real cutie, though..."

After a few minutes of the relaxing exercise, the veteran allowed her ovary to fall from her grip, the egg-like organ (which actually seemed to have swollen a bit after that gross stuff poured all over it...felt more full, too) swinging about for a bit before it lost its momentum and withdrew into the relative safety of her floppy breeding sack. With her skin entirely uncovered and her path no longer fettered by her supposed obligations, Akane padded off to her true objective: the bathrooms!

The station had a plethora of bathrooms to choose from, but Akane only had eyes for one of them in particular. After all, the only bathroom in this building suffering from a supposed haunting was the women's restroom on the second floor. Crying with no visible source, shadows shifting about in bright light, mysterious scratches appearing on the necks and stomachs of women who visited this cursed place...apparently, a few of the staff who chose this restroom to do their business even vanished. That's probably what tipped Greives off that it warranted an investigation, resulting in him putting a bounty on it, which led to Akane taking that bounty, and...well, the rest was history. As much history as you can make in the span of an hour or so, anyways.

But regardless, with her objective clear in her mind, the hunter didn't have much trouble finding the supposed haunting grounds. Corporate buildings such as these have a tendency to clearly outline where all the major facilities are, after all, so it was simply a process of following arrows! Yet, upon her arrival, Akane found herself suddenly freezing in her tracks. Was it the dark, oppressive aura emanating from the tiled room before her? The cackling noise that sounded from within just in time for her arrival? Could it even have been the shadow that dashed further in upon her approach, showing off a lithe shape with wicked claws to match?...Actually, Akane was just a bit squicked out at the thought of entering a public bathroom barefoot. Well, it was a private public bathroom, so it was certainly not the worst, but...wouldn't hurt to prepare a little extra for it. With a shrug, Akane reinforced the barrier beneath her feet, solidifying it and parting her soles from the ceramic floor they'd been settled on. It's not the most comfortable sensation ever, but at least it's somewhat sanitary!

Nothing else held Akane back from entering her hunting ground, so she did just that, extending the majority of her barrier to keep the place surrounded as she did so. Wouldn't want this ghoul getting out and vanishing to somewhere more accessible to civilians, after all. A few strides took her into the middle of the bathroom, and a quick glance around confirmed that the place was currently abandoned. Excellent.

Since the stage was properly set, Akane proceeded with her investigation. Considering the type of demon likely at play here, there're quite a few methods it could potentially be using to devour its victims; best to test them all until it's discovered! She first started off with something fairly simple, yet incredibly dangerous depending on the specter in question: with a flick of her wrist, she flipped the light switch, bathing the space in darkness. Once that was done, she spun around three times, clapping her hands together the moment her third rotation was completed and calling out to her target. "I summon thee, Dark Dumbass!" 'I summon thee' is the important part of her statement, as it handles the actual binding of the spirit to the physical dimension, so Akane obviously took advantage of the naming leniency. Not that it mattered much, since it didn't have much of an effect anyways. "Figures."

She quickly turned the lights back on and shifted her investigation to other possible avenues, but a quick inspection of the floor and wall tiles revealed that there weren't any secret compartments containing cursed artifacts within them. With that method eliminated, the red-haired woman stood back upright, her gaze sweeping over the mirror as she turned to look at the rest of the room...before quickly snapping back. Her lips were definitely forming a line right now, she could feel it...yet her reflection showed a smile, the sort of languid smile she'd never wear in her life. It's actually a pretty insulting sight to have her face altered into such a vapid state, so, with a shrug and a wry grin of her own, Akane casually sent her fist into the reflective surface, shattering it into innumerable pieces and sending a wave of dark energy crashing over her. Bullseye!

"Heh heh, gotcha, ya sneaky bastard!" Akane showed off her agility as she smoothly shifted back into a combat stance, simultaneously spinning herself around to face the pooling puddle of darkness in the corner opposite her. More and more of the shadowy stuff coagulated over there, eventually amassing into a more defined shape; once that happened, the creature stood up on its spindly legs, gaining more and more definition with each passing second as further spores gather on its growing form. This would be the perfect opportunity to attack, but...well, it would be pretty boring to cut this thing down before it even got the chance to fight back. Besides, in its current state, her attacks would probably just go right through it. Better to wait until it's solidified, at the very least.

Solidify it did; by the time half a minute had passed, the demon had already completed its physical formation, and while it matched the shadow Akane had spotted before she'd entered the restroom proper almost exactly, there were a few notable differences: one, its face was less of a jagged mess. In fact, it was actually quite beautiful, in a spooky sort of way. Feminine, too, which complemented the second difference: this demon's sporting some serious endowments! They almost looked ridiculous on her stick-thin frame, but a pair of G-cup knockers sat on her chest, obviously soft at a glance and covered in the same lilac skin as the rest of her body. Even between her legs, her labia were quite meaty...almost made Akane lick her lips, but a single glance at those wicked knives that served as her fingers reminded her of what's really important here. "Right, then...let's do this!"

Before Akane had even finished expelling her breath, the feminine demon leapt towards her, using its legs like a pair of springs to launch itself at impressive speed. A quick blink of suprise was the only reaction Akane had the time to express before she powered up her own speed, her steadily-expanding womb tattoo glowing a bright green and allowing her to Matrix dodge just in time to avoid her opponent's ravenous claws. There was no sound of it impacting against the wall behind her, though; instead, a quick glance in its direction as she regained her balance showed that it was simply standing on the wall, entirely ignoring the effects of gravity. Something about this situation seemed familiar, but Akane couldn't help but mutter "Show-off..." before it made another dash towards her. This time, with her boosted speed, the redhead was more than ready to properly react to the enemy's advance, and after a moment of every muscle in her body tensing at once, she met her opponent mid-leap, slipping past its grasping claws in the process (and suffering a few scratches on her torso and legs to show for it) and stretching her womb wide open to capture its unsuspecting face within.

Her plan worked perfectly, and the monster's whole head found itself abruptly surrounded by warm, wet flesh, Akane's ovary lost somewhere in its tangle of blue hair. The sensation of so many hair strands poking and prodding at it made her shiver, but if she wanted that bonus, Akane needed to focus! So she quickly reached down, wrapping her hands tightly around her ruined cervix and squeezing it into a mockery of its former self. This gave her the grip needed to start flinging the spindly monster around with her enhanced strength, slamming it against every surface imaginable, until, eventually, probability payed off; one particular swing hit the wall of a stall just right, sending momentum coursing through the creature's body that its neck simply couldn't handle...

A crack gave Akane the indication needed to know that her target had been defeated, earning a sigh of relief. With that, she'd managed to fulfill the bonus condition of 'kill the monster using nothing but whatever your tattoo is located on'. Seriously, Greives must've been a sadist to come up with some of the conditions he did...but regardless, it seemed her work here was done! Luckily enough, considering the twinge of pain that shot through her uterus now that her adrenaline was dying down...seemed her opponent managed to get some bites in there during its attempts to escape. Looks like she'd have to pay Milly a visit on her return...

Just as Akane released her grip on Dark Dumbass, utilizing her newfound freedom to stretch, a new sensation revealed that things weren't quite as neatly tied up as she'd initially thought! Something small and sharp had embedded in the side of her womb's sensitive insides, and it's a sensation that's quickly matched by a few more in her opposite wall. Every second that passed brings with it a multitude more of those painful prickings, and a look downwards revealed their cause: Upon its death, the demon's body dissolved...but rather than the dust particles it would normally shift into, a pile of miniature versions of her opponent crawled about like a mound of ants, launching off of each other to attack her source of power directly. No matter how Akane tried to struggle, more and more of them leapt onto or into her baby bag, some even crawling through the holes left by Black Lycan, occupying that space between her inverted vagina and the womb held within them before wreaking their havoc.

The pain, pleasure, and hopelessness of the situation momentarily stunned the woman, her mind struggling to think of a way to handle this unexpected assault...but before she could scheme up a proper plan, her womb contracted, that bulging sack visibly shifting about as the tiny demons filling it fought as powerfully as they could...and with a flash of her sigil and a powerful explosion of force at her crotch, the world went white to Akane's eyes.

End of Part 5