It’s been a rough couple of weeks.
Your normally adoring girlfriend Kronii got into a Minecraft a while back, a decision that you have suffered for ever since.
Every night, she stays up later and later, playing that damn block game, cleaning up chests when she could be helping clean up your home. Piles of used clothes and junk food packaging flank her gaming throne in a room lit only by the computer screen. She knows it hurts her eyes, but she’s far too addicted to care.
She isn’t even waking up any later to compensate for her increasingly loose bedtime, and she’s at the point of being far too tired and grumpy to pay you any attention or respect.
She also takes her headphones off when she isn’t streaming, filling the house with the sounds of mining, creeper explosions, surprised GWAKs, and the airheaded “I forgor” nonsense of that dumb owl over discord.
It’s possible you may have liked Mumei once, but now her voice only reminds you of how little Kronii seems to care about you anymore.
You can’t help but wonder what conversations happen between them while you’re asleep in the bed you swear you used to share with Kronii.
Eventually, the sound and light from her streaming room becomes maddening.
Your phone clock tells you it’s 3am, and you’ve heard no sign of stopping for the night from Kronii. You wrap yourself in a heavy coat and scarf - it’s horrendously cold outside at this time of night, almost as cold as the new Kronii - and prepare to head off to somewhere that doesn’t reek of bitter love.
On your way out, you take a glance into Kronii’s room. She doesn’t notice you there. She doesn’t notice you leave.
You walk around aimlessly on the frosty streets for a bit, wondering where you could go that might be a little less tense.
The answer is in your pocket: a phone app that allows for instant transportation to the extradimensional Council office, given to you by Omega as thanks for taking care of Kronii.
You and Kronii have been allowed to share a home in the human realm, but the rest still spend most of their nights in their personal quarters at the office. Maybe Sana will be awake and have a nice comfy pocket dimension you can sleep in or something.
Arriving in the main hall, you see that the doors to each of the Council’s quarters are closed: Fauna’s barred off with vines, Mumei’s with a complex, golden art deco-era lock, Baelz’s all the way up on the ceiling out of reach, Sana’s with a huge white airlock… and Kronii’s.
Kronii’s door looks almost normal, but you know how it works. A repelling bubble hovers around it, reversing away anyone who enters into it.
Luckily, there’s a bench in the main hall, one you’ve grown very familiar with over the course of all the Council meetings you’ve had to sit outside for. It’s rather bright in the hall, but it’s much more peaceful than home. Should be just fine for sleeping.
But just as you drop yourself onto the bench and lean back against the wall with a heavy sigh, you hear other, smaller footsteps on the polished marble floor.
The diminutive shape of Hakos Baelz emerges from the meeting room, carrying a bag of chips.

”Anon?” she calls out to you through a mouthful of crumbs. “The hell are you doing here?”
You explain your situation, from the messy room to the constant noise to the lack of love. Bae looks genuinely concerned and remorseful throughout it all, having seen fragments of the story from outside it.
”She’s still playing Minecraft this late, huh? Hey, uh, this might be a little private, but have you two… you know, fucked lately?”
She’s right, that is a little private. You give her a look of “are you sure you wanna go there”.
”I know, I know, not my place, I just think it’s really important to a relationship.”
You sigh, and tell her that you have, but Kronii’s been far too tired to really put any effort into it.
”Mmm, had a feeling. It’s kinda sad seeing what that game has done to her. I mean, if it’s any help, you’re not the only one who’s been sorta cut off from Kronii by it.”
You give her a curious look to get her to elaborate.
”For a start, Sana doesn’t play much Minecraft, so she hasn’t had much chance to talk to Kronii lately. Going all grumpy hasn’t helped her already shaky friendship with Fauna, either. And I normally wouldn’t care about it too much, but Kronii keeps accidentally patronising me with her massive numbers. And her massive tits.”
The mention of Kronii’s boobs gets a respectful, eyes-closed nod from you as the image is conjured in your mind. No matter how distant or catty she may become, her divine bust will never falter, and for that at least you are thankful.
”It feels like Mumei’s the only one who gets any love from Kronii nowadays,” she continues, ignoring your momentary prayer. “Her addiction is tearing this fuckin’ Council apart. I might love chaos, but this… this isn’t chaos, it’s just annoying.”
You resist the urge to jokingly liken the situation to herself in that sense.
”And she’s just so fuckin’ talented. Like, my whole thing is that I can do both English and Japanese, but she’s on the verge of being trilingual on top of having a fuckin’ hot voice. Apparently she’s a bit of a composer, too? Like what the fuck? Where did she get the time to learn all… oh, right. Time.”
She leans back against the wall beside you with a long groan.
”Sure doesn’t help that I haven’t gotten any dick in AGES and-.”
For the first time since she sat down, her eyes meet yours and linger there. Her ranting abruptly stops. Two volatile compounds, primed for explosive reactions, meet in your shared gaze.
With no warning given or needed, she grabs you by the collar and drags you away to her quarters.

With a snap of her fingers, Bae brings the door to her quarters down to the floor, before dragging you through it.
The walk to Bae’s bedroom is a clumsy one, mostly because you and her are wildly making out the whole way there, crashing into walls and tearing each others’ clothes off blind.
Only halfway down the hallway, you pin her against the wall, rip off her top, and starting roughly groping her tits. She releases a loud moan as you starting kissing and biting her neck.
She jumps up, latching her legs around your waist and letting you carry her the remaining few metres to the bedroom.
You throw her onto the characteristically fluffy bed, an easy task thanks to her light body and your pure, condensed, built-up anger.
For a moment, you get to share another locking of eyes. There is no bratty teasing coming out of her mouth, no cheeky grin on her lips. She just lies there, breathing heavily, waiting for you to descend upon her. Detecting a shred of doubt within you, she goes for the kill - a slight parting of the legs and a bite of the lower lip.
It’s hard to call it bait when you fall for it so willingly.
You practically dive onto her, burying your face in her small but unkempt bush and getting to work.
You feel her back arch and her hand latch onto the top of your head as you start to bully her clit with your tongue. You grip your hands around her thighs to keep her from thrashing too much, and your ears ring with the sounds of her pleasure.
It’s hard to focus on the task at hand, though, thanks to a painful throbbing below. You soon come up for air, leaving her panting from the sheer intensity. Her brain refocuses just quickly enough to spot you lining up with her entrance.
”Yesyesyespleasepleasepleeeeaaaseeeee…” she mutters under her breath.
It’s only natural for a girl of her size to have an ungodly tight pussy, but your dick was nonetheless unprepared for it. Sliding in, you notice that the deeper you go the wider her mouth hangs open.
You grab her wrists and pin them together above her head as you start to pound her desperate hole.
Given that you’re used to Bae’s high-pitched streaming voice, the slightly deeper register that she starts sluttily moaning in comes as something of a surprise.
”Slap me,” she says with what little breath she can gather. You hesitate for barely half a second before her tone grows more demanding.
”Fucking slap me right now you worthle-“
You cut her off with a stinging smack across her cheek. At first, she seems shocked that you actually did it, but then a silent shudder runs down her body. Her pussy clamps down on you harder than ever before.
You slap her again, harder than the first. This one catches her by surprise, forcing a shrill squeal out of her. A big red mark begins to form on her cheek.
You give her a third slap for good measure, and it sends her over the edge. She writhes madly as she cums harder than she has in centuries.
It wouldn’t be fair for just her face to get all the love, though.
You continue to jam your cock deeper into her than her shallow cunt would normally allow, wrapping one hand all the way around her fragile throat and using the other to squeeze, slap and downright abuse her perky tits, leaving bright red welts all over them.
A few times you pinch and twist her nipples - judging by the flittering eyelids and clenching pussy that you are rewarded with for doing so, that seems to be her favourite brand of punishment.

It could be some kind of chaos power from Baelz, brain rot from prolonged exposure to Mumei’s voice, or just schizophrenia, but in your eyes the girl beneath you seems to transform.
In one moment you see Mumei’s face, bruised and confused. In another, you see the Kronii you used to know, and in another, the Kronii you know now, complete with severe eye bags and a little extra chub.
Undeterred by any of these visions, you maintain your endeavour to turn her skin the same striking scarlet as her hair as the two of you fuck your frustrations out. Each of her orgasms blurs into the next under the barrage of violence.
Finally, after many minutes of nonstop thrusting, you feel yourself reaching your own orgasm and decide it could use some extra spice.
You clamp both hands around Bae’s neck, and start to squeeze, pressing your thumbs into the front of her throat. Then, you sheath your cock completely within her and start to unload. You make no effort to warn her. Not like she could stop you anyway.
With each rope that blasts into her pussy, your grip tightens just a little more. You don’t know if it’s the feeling of warm cum pouring into her or the threat of a crushed windpipe that makes Bae climax one final time. Probably both.
You collapse beside her on your back. You both just stare at the ceiling. Your chests rise and fall in sync, both trying to keep from passing out then and there.
”… Fuck…” utters Bae after finally regaining the ability to speak.
She rolls onto her side, draping an arm over your chest, flinching a little as her bruised breasts press into you. She slowly crafts a sentence between deep breaths.
”… Hey… that thing… with the… choking… and cumming… at the same time… really fucking hot…”
With that, she gives up on talking and just closes her eyes, resting her head on your chest.
You get the best sleep you've had in weeks