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“Hi, I’m Welt Yang. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Anything?”
“You might encounter some confusing things on your journey. Feel free to message me if you don’t know what you’re seeing.”
“Because… you’ve been around the block with these things?”
“You could say that.”
Your phone had lain dormant for hours now after sending a photo of a plant on the space station to Mr. Yang. You had been curious about whether it was edible as there were golden berries hanging off the leaves, and they looked delicious. No one else had time to answer silly questions like this… And obviously, Mr. Yang didn’t either. At this point, the berries were so tempting that you half considered just taking one and eating it. If it killed you, that was better than being left on “delivered”.
A ding brought you out of your trance and you quickly snatched up your phone, eager to see what your answer was… but it was just March 7th, sending you a photo of PomPom eating some sort of sandwich. She sent a couple of emojis afterwards, indicating that her lunch had been yummy.
You tapped back on the conversation with Mr. Yang, noting that your message status had changed from “delivered” to “opened”. And still no response.
Fuck it , you thought, and stood from your seat next to the plant, grabbing a few berries as you passed by. You made for the Express, trying not to hold the berries too tightly. One exploded in your hand and purple juice stained your fingers. Without thinking, you licked them clean, before remembering: Mr. Yang hadn’t answered you yet.
Oh, no.
You froze in place, staring down at your hand and waiting for… something. Like nausea, or vomiting, or a delicious berry taste. Nothing.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you continued walking to the Express. As you reached the majestic engine, you saw a flash of red in the window before a door further down the train opened and PomPom waved you down. “Come on in!” they called.
“Hey, PomPom!” you said, climbing into the parlor car. “Nice to be back on the Express.”
“PomPom is always happy to have you!” The little conductor hurried to the other side of the parlor car and into the hallway where all the other rooms were housed. You followed in their wake. “But PomPom thought that you didn’t need to depart until next week!”
“I’m looking for Mr. Yang, I have a question about a curious plant on board the space station.” You fumbled in your pocket with your berry-free hand, knowing that you had some form of sweet in there for the conductor. “But I also wanted to give you this!” You produced a wrapped candy, offering it to PomPom.
“He’s in his room!” PomPom chirped, taking the candy and stuffing it into their mouth. “Thank you for the candy!” With that, they were off, bustling about with cleaning the hallway.
You called a thank you after PomPom before heading to Mr. Yang’s room, intent on both asking your question and giving him a piece of his mind about leaving someone on “opened”. When you reached his door, however, a weight began crushing your shoulders. What if you were bothering him? He was super busy making sure everyone had all the information they needed for the next mission.
Before you could decide whether to knock or turn away, a voice from in the room said, “I know you’re out there, come in.”
You tentatively opened the door, peeking into the room. “Mr. Yang? I had a question, and you didn’t respond to my text even though I know you saw it…”
Mr. Yang was at his desk, typing furiously on his phone. “Yes, I wanted to make sure you had an adequate answer. You didn’t actually eat any of those berries when I didn’t respond, did you?”
You thought back to sucking the berry juice off your fingers and shook your head. “Nope. Not a one.”
“Good.” He picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and handed it to you. “Here’s what I could find on them. There’s not a lot of information on them because human trials would be necessary and there weren’t a lot of volunteers.”
“Why not?” you asked.
“Read the paper.” His attention went to the monitor in front of him and he began copying some details down on a piece of paper.
Wow. Ouch. You scanned the paper in front of you, barely taking in information. The main word you caught was aphrodisiac .
Oh.
Shit.
“Um, Mr. Yang?”
“Yes?”
“Theoretically, what would happen if someone did ingest a berry? Or even, let’s say, the juice of one?”
Mr. Yang turned back to you, setting down his pen. “Well, according to the few encounters, eating the berry in its plain form makes it a powerful aphrodisiac. Outside of that, when mixed with certain chemicals, it’s mostly used to counteract venom. That’s why we have it on board the space station. If someone were to ingest the juice of the berry with no added chemicals, well, there’s little data on that, but there have been a few encounters. Sweating, heightened—” he coughed “—sexual desire, lowered inhibitions, and eventual obsessive behavior have been documented.”
Your mouth dropped open. “Okay. And theoretically, is there an antidote to ingesting the berry by itself?” It was starting to feel like a hot blanket was being drawn up over you. Your legs were already trembling. This was… bad.
Mr. Yang, sounding nearly clinical, replied, “The small number of people who have been affected have reported that the symptoms went away after they were brought to orgasm by a partner.”
That’s when your knees gave out and the room went black for a second.
You felt something warm wrap around your torso, stopping you from hitting the hard floor, but the berries in your hand scattered across the ground, your juice-stained hand grasping at air.
“You lied.” He doesn’t sound accusatory, he’s merely… making an observation.
“Might’ve,” you gasp as heat floods your body.
“Next time, wait for an answer.” This time, he’s chastising you, and it goes straight between your legs.
No, no, not him. Not now. Not like this. Yes, he’s attractive. But listen: You literally have to see this man for every mission. Every time you go into the parlor car, he’ll be there. That is, if he would even…
“Do you require assistance returning to the space station?” He helped you to your feet, still supporting you by the waist.
“Returning to the…?” You blinked up at him, willing your eyes to focus. “Why…?”
“I thought you might want to find Joanne. See if you can stave off the effects long enough for someone to work on an antidote.” Mr. Yang was still holding onto you, and you’re 100% sure that you would be on the ground if he wasn’t.
“Antidote…” You tried to recall what the antidote was, but your brain feels like mush and right now all you need is him. But it’s a terrible idea.
“Yes, an antidote. Other than finding a sexual partner, I’m assuming you’re averse to that idea.”
If you were at full mental faculties at that moment, you would’ve bitch-slapped him. What vibes were you giving off that made him think you were averse to that idea ? Especially with him right in front of you and your hands clinging to his shirt. “But there’ssss a perfectly go…ood one right here…” you drawled out, speech slurring.
“As flattering as that is, you are currently incapable of consenting under the effects of the berries.” He shifted so he had your arm over his shoulders and begins walking towards the door. “I’m taking you to Joanne.”
“Whyyyy are you talking… like a doctor?” you whimpered, grabbing his face in what you thought would be a seductive manner but really looked and felt more like a facehugger alien squeezing Mr. Yang’s eyes out.
He gently pried your hand off his face and placed it on his chest, then moved his other arm to sweep you up into his grasp. “I’m taking a clinical approach so that you can remove me as a factor in this equation. You need medical assistance that I cannot provide.”
Oh, a man that knows his limits… and he cares about consent…
Your eyes rolled back and you toppled yourself from his arms, landing hard on the floor.
“Please don’t make this difficult, I’m not as strong as I once was and you squirming around doesn’t help me get you to the medical office.”
You giggled into the wood of the floor, turning onto your back and looking up at him. “Not as young as you used to be, huh, Dad ?”
Mr. Yang’s face turned a light pink, and after a pause he stuttered out, “What… What did you say?”
You grinned up at him, but the smile quickly faded as another wave of heat rocked your body. “Ah, fuck!” It was painful now, your legs spasming.
Mr. Yang sighed, picking you up from the floor and carrying you back to his bed. “Look at me,” he said, grabbing your chin and tilting you towards him. “Your symptoms are progressing and I’m concerned for your safety. You cannot currently consent with a full mind under the influence of the berries, but the limited research on the effects worries me. So, I suggest we give it five minutes. You need to try and clear your head, and then give me the name of someone you would trust with this. Then I will find them and you can take care of this.”
Well, that was cold. You nodded.
“Five minutes.” He stood and walked back to his desk, setting a timer on his phone.
Five minutes. Okay, you could do this. Just have to clear your head and think of someone that could help you… how did Mr. Yang put it? You giggled. Reach orgasm . If you were being honest with yourself, though you would have to see Mr. Yang after this, you’d rather keep this… situation between the two of you. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it, you had just imagined it a little differently than this.
So as the seconds ticked by, you turned back and whispered, “Mr. Yang?”
“Yes?”
“Can you… help me?”
He stared back at you blankly. “Me?” He chuckled. “You wouldn’t rather find Dan Heng or March 7th?”
Heart falling into your stomach, you turned away from him, feeling the heat move from between your legs to your face. He spoke your name, taking your shoulder and gently turning you back to him.
“Dear, it’s not for a lack of finding you attractive. I promise you that.” He moved his hand to yours, lacing your fingers together. “I don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret later, especially influenced by—”
“Mr. Yang, please .” The heat was coming back, returning to your whole body, and you felt the pain gather in your stomach.
He swallowed, eyes moving up and down your body, before finally settling on your face. “If that’s what you want.”
You grabbed his arms, pulling him closer to you. “I need you.”
His hand moved to your pants, shifting them down slowly. “The afflicted noted that the symptoms would go away after one orgasm, so I’m going to use my hand. It’s the least invasive way I can—”
“Just hurry up !” You whined, arching your hips up.
Finally, he climbed on top of you and pressed your hips down. “As you wish, dear.” He gently shifted your pants and underwear down to your mid-thigh, revealing as little of you as possible before gently separating your legs with his hands. The first touch of his finger against your clit had you whimpering, tossing your head back and forth on the pillow.
“So sensitive…” he whispered, rubbing his finger in circles. “Beautiful.”
You could barely register what he was saying as the pleasure overtook your body. “More, please…”
Mr. Yang nodded and began going faster, switching between circles and moving his finger up and down. After a moment, he glanced between your legs and saw that your entrance was soaked and getting wetter by the moment. He bit his lip, turned back to you and said, “Would it help if I put a finger—”
“Yes!” you panted, grabbing at his wrist and urging his hand closer.
He slipped one finger inside you, thumb still working your clit. “Like this?” He changed the pattern slightly as he thrust his finger in and out, and that was all it took.
You screamed, his name a melody on your lips as you arched your back, coming with more intensity than you ever had before. As quickly as it had happened, it faded, leaving you gasping for breath. The heat, however, was gone.
Mr. Yang stood, reaching for a tissue to wipe his hand. “Do you feel better?” he asked.
You reached out and grabbed his wrist, tugging him back to you. “Much better.”