The single-occupancy washroom smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and something far more erotic.

Anna's back was pressed against the cool tile wall, her elegant top half lifted her breasts peeking out as she glared at nothing and everything at once.

"Get off my man," she hissed to the empty air in front of her. "He's mine, Aria. Mine."

A low, sultry chuckle echoed from her mouth after she muttered those words, as a shift happened in her body, like a wave rolling through her bones. Her shoulders loosened, her hips swayed forward, and her violet eyes turned slightly pink, hungrier.

Aria now owned the body.

This was the first time Ren clearly witnessed that Aria was not just a mental change for Anna, but somehow her body also change when it's Aria.

She licked Anna's lips slowly and looked straight at Ren. "Poor baby," she purred aloud. "You can't satisfy this man. Ask him yourself, Ren. Right now—what do you want more? Anna's sweet little kisses… or my throat wrapped around your cock until you forget your own name?"

Ren leaned against the sink, arms folded, erection straining against his trousers. He said nothing yet, just watched the war inside the girl he loved with a half-smile that made both personalities shiver.

Anna wrested control back with a snarl. "Ren loves me," she snapped, voice trembling with possessive fury. "You're not even real. You're just something I invented when I was lonely."

Aria laughed again, the sound dripping honey and venom. "Keep telling yourself that while he's still hard from my tongue. Boy wants me...not you!"

They flickered back and forth, Anna's soft pleading tone, Aria's filthy promises until Ren finally coughed, low and rough.

"Ladies," he said, voice gravel and amusement, "can you finish your catfight later? I'm about to get blue balls. If my boner dies I swear I'm not going to have sex with either of you." He glanced down at the obvious twitching dick that was waiting for some attention, the top already peeled and tip dripping with precum and the shine of Anna's earlier, timid licks. "Someone take care of this."

Anna's gaze dropped to his cock and her breath hitched. It stood proud, flushed angry red, a bead of clear fluid sliding down the underside. The sight short-circuited every protest in her brain.

"I'll show you," she whispered. "I'll outclass her. I can deepthroat you too."

Before Ren could speak, she sank to her knees again.

In this world, no woman knelt for a man like this. Thirty-second lovers didn't really think of pleasure, and blowjobs were the stuff of forbidden erotic novels hidden under mattresses of dreaming women about men who lasted minutes. Yet here was Anna, proud Anna, on a public washroom floor, wrapping both delicate hands around Ren's shaft like it was sacred.

"Look, my love," she breathed, staring up at him with shining eyes. "You don't need any other bitch. Just me."

She opened her mouth and took him in.

The first two inches slid over her tongue easily enough, but when she tried to swallow deeper her throat seized. She gagged, eyes watering, saliva spilling down her chin in silvery strands. She pushed harder, cheeks hollowing, neck straining but only managed half his length before she had to pull off, coughing hard.

Ren groaned anyway; the sight alone was almost enough. But he'd felt paradise minutes ago when Aria had taken him to the root without flinching. Anna's clumsy, desperate attempt couldn't compare.

He cupped her wet cheek gently. "It's all right, baby. Let's try something else."

He was already reaching for her when Aria surged forward again, seizing the body with a triumphant smirk. "Told you," she sang. "Step aside, princess. Let a woman handle—"

"Shut up!" Anna shrieked internally, shoving back Aria mentally and gaining the control back.

Their shared body jerked between them, shoulders twitching, lips parting and closing like a broken doll. Ren watched the chaos for two heartbeats, then decided he was done waiting.

His hands slid to Anna's waist, fingers digging into soft flesh beneath the skirt. With zero visible effort he lifted her clean off the floor. Both personalities went dead silent in shock.

Men in this world didn't have the strength for this. Men collapsed after thirty seconds. Men didn't pin women against walls and fuck them standing. They just waited for women to do everything.

But Ren did what nobody did.

Anna's legs wrapped around his hips on pure instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back. The head of his cock nudged her soaked entrance through her black leggings, sliding through slick folds but not entering yet.

He leaned in until his lips brushed her ear. "Anna. Aria. Listen to me." His voice was calm steel. "You're the same person. Same body, same needy little pussy dripping for me right now. Stop fighting and work together. Imagine what you could do to me, what I could do to you, if you stopped clawing at each other."

To drive the point home he thrust upward in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt by tearing up the legging with his dick, which was something insane.

"Ren!" The scream tore out of both of them at once, high and broken.

He didn't give her time to adjust. Hands gripping the plush curve of her ass, he started pistoning, lifting and dropping her onto his cock with every brutal snap of his hips. Her cheeks jiggled with every impact, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the tiles.

Anna's head fell back against Ren's shoulder, mouth open in a constant stream of moans. "Ren—ah!—I'm the woman here—let me—let me take over—"

He silenced her with a kiss, tongue invading her mouth the same way his cock invaded her pussy. He sped up, pounding so hard her whole body jolted upward with every thrust. Thoughts scattered like startled birds.

Aria stole the driver's seat mid-moan, eyes rolling back in bliss. She grinned against his lips. "Fuck, you're a wild, wild man. Exactly my type."

Ren answered by biting down on the junction of her neck and shoulder, teeth leaving perfect crescents. Aria's walls clamped around him hard enough to make him growl.

"Anna," she gasped aloud, talking to the girl inside her own head, "he's right. We should be partners. No other woman gets this cock. It's ours."

Anna surged back, but this time there was no fight in it, only surrender. She came again, third orgasm ripping through her like lightning, pussy fluttering helplessly around Ren's relentless thrusts.

"Ren!" she wailed. "Are you—aren't you going to cum? Please—"

He was close. He could feel the heat boiling low in his gut, balls drawing up tight. With every lift of her body her ass bounced in his palms, soft and perfect, and the sight nearly undid him. Cumming inside was dangerous, no protection, no sense, just raw need but pulling out in this position was impossible.

He fucked her harder instead.

Knock knock knock.

The sharp rap on the door froze them both for half a second.

"Hello? Is someone in there?" A woman's voice, one of the market staff. "The lock might be stuck, we're getting a crowbar—"

Ren could hear few women discussing outside the door.

Anna's eyes went huge with panic. She tried to unlock her legs, to slide down and pretend nothing had happened.

Ren only grinned, wicked and feral, and slammed her harder against the door. The wood rattled in its frame with every thrust.

"Imagine," he whispered against her lips, "we get caught right now. Your mother hears her perfect little daughter got fucked senseless in a public toilet."

Anna whimpered, but her pussy squeezed him like it loved the idea.

He slowed just enough to speak. "Tell me why you became a hunter, Anna. Truth. Or I won't cum in you."

She was beyond lying now, words tumbling out between moans. "M-my mother—she forced me! Said if I didn't do this she'd—she'd hurt you—"

Ren's smile turned sharp. "That bitch." He rolled his hips slow and deep, grinding against her clit until she sobbed. "What do you say we teach her a lesson together?"

Anna's eyes flashed then Aria took over, grinning like a demon. "Hell fucking yes. Ruin her world. Let's teach that woman a lesson."

"Good girls," Ren praised, and kissed Aria fierce and filthy. "Good girls get rewarded."

He let go of every ounce of control.

His cock swelled inside her, and then within few seconds, he was coming, thick, endless pulses painting her womb white. Thirty full seconds of pure bliss, hips jerking, Anna's body trembling in his arms as she milked him for every drop.

"Fuccck!" Anna moaned, as she felt her womb getting invaded by a warm liquid.

When he finally lowered her, her legs wouldn't hold. She slid down the door until she sat in a dazed puddle, skirt bunched at her waist, thick rivulets of cum already leaking from her swollen pussy onto the tiles.

Ren tucked himself away, breathing hard, and glanced at the door. The handle was starting to rattle, someone really was trying to force it.

"Time to go, girls," he murmured, scooping Anna up bridal-style. She clung to his neck, face buried in his shoulder, smelling of sex and his seed.

Aria's voice floated through her lips, lazy and satisfied. "Next time, handsome, we're doing this on Mother's dining table."

Anna took control again and asked one important question. "What are we going to do, Ren? How are we going to escape this situation?"

Ren looked just as worried now that his horniness had faded. "Well, we've got to make a run for it and hide somewhere, I guess."

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