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First, Marcus smells the cube. Then he judges it’s weight. He flips one row, then another. He continues to fiddle with it like a dog given a new toy.

“I got this. If I can fight a god I figure this damn square out.” Marcus growls.

“Ah shit, now he’s hooked.” Hex crosses her arms and cocks her hips.

“I GOT IT!” Cyndwella jabs her index finger toward the roof. “Jill here gave us the picture taken thingy, told us to record our sexcapades for him to keep. HE WANTS TO WACK OFF TO US FUCKING!” Cyndwella points her finger judgementally at Jeiel.

“You perverted little king you!” Hex chuckles.

“Jeiel, is that it?” Samia twiddles her fingers.

“For fuck’s sake kid. Ya got that big a hardon for us you should just ask!” Cyndwella shrugs. “We wouldn’t mind fuckin ya silly. Marcus, you mind if we fucked Jill?”

“Huh? Wha-whatever.” Marcus doesn’t even look up from the cube.

“There ya go, boyo. So, ya wanna play the ultimate game?” Cyndwella, Samia and Hex surround Jeiel and all squish their breasts to him.