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Jinx opened her swollen, itchy eyes and sighed heavily. Her sleep had been short and restless, doing nothing to restore her strength. She was used to it, of course, but the disappointment still lingered every time. What was the point of living like this if even sleep couldn’t give her brain a break?  

But today felt different. Something set this morning apart from all the others. What was it… the smell?  

Jinx sniffed the air.

Yes, the smell was unusual—comforting, pleasant. Fresh and soothing, something she wanted to breathe in again and again.  

And there was something strange beneath her head. Definitely not a pillow. It was warm, slightly rough against her cheek, and… alive?  

"Are you awake, Princess?"  

Jinx’s eyes flew open, and she instinctively rolled away, her body snapping into fighting mode. The Shimmer in her blood flared, surging to her head and making her eyes glow pink. She reached for her belt only to remember she’d left the Zapper beside her pillow. Damn it! Bare hands it is, then. 

"Whoa! Easy there, Sleeping Beauty!"  

Wait.

This voice…

Jinx couldn’t believe her eyes. And that was saying something, given how often her mind played tricks on her. But this was a first.  

"Ekko?" 

In front of her, surrounded by a pile of pillows on some weird soft mattress laid out on the floor, sat Little Man. Or at least, someone who looked like him—same face, same smirk, but with black hair and dressed in strange, unfamiliar clothes. This Ekko watched her with a soft, playful expression. Her Ekko never looked at her like that. Maybe once, a lifetime ago, but not now. Not anymore.  

"Who are you?" Jinx’s voice came out hoarse and muffled. Her thoughts buzzed like a hornet’s nest, torn between fight and flight.  

Unlike her, Ekko was completely relaxed. With that infuriating smile on his stupid face.

"Man, this is gonna be hard to explain," he said, rubbing the back of his neck—just like her Ekko did when he was searching for words.  

Huh. Weird.  

Jinx narrowed her eyes. This hallucination was way too detailed. But since when did her brain conjure up something like… well… Ekko?  

"Either start talking, or—" she began, but another voice cut her off.  

"Oh, she’s awake?"  

Jinx’s jaw dropped.

Ekko.

Jinx was surrounded by Ekko–...s.

There were five of them, all in different clothes, with different hairstyles, and even slightly different body builds, but Jinx would recognize her best enemy even in a mask.

Five.

Wow.

Her brain had never gone this far before.

Was this all a side effect of Shimmer? Or had she eaten some strange mushrooms before bed? Where could her consciousness have gotten… THIS?

Jinx winced at the throbbing pulse in her temples. One Ekko was already a pain in the ass—a very deep, club-sized pain in the ass. But this… Five? No, Jinx's ass wasn't big enough for that.

"Are you okay?" asked one of the Ekkos, his voice laced with concern. He was sitting closest to her, dressed in a simple white shirt and gray trousers, his dark dreadlocks pulled back, a few of them streaked with orange. He reached a hand forward to touch her forehead, but Jinx flinched back. The guy froze awkwardly, confusion washing over his face.

"Um…" Ekko slowly lowered his hand under the girl's piercing gaze. “Sorry.”

"Judging by the look, Jinx is just as shocked as we are," said another Ekko, lounging on the cushions at the corner. He had straight white hair tied in a low ponytail and a very noticeable lack of a shirt—something Jinx, of course, wanted to ignore but couldn't, her gaze lingering on the six perfect abs for an unreasonably long time.

But it seemed no one noticed.

"Jinx?" Ekko-number-one asked, surprised. "Not Powder?"

"Powder drowned in the well," Jinx retorted dryly, wondering what was wrong with these Ekkos and since when her hallucinations talked to each other.

"The well? What?" Ekko-in-a-shirt muttered in confusion, his gaze shifting from Jinx to his double.

"I'm more interested in why no one is bothered by her hair," chimed in another Ekko, throwing in his two cents.

With what?

Her hair?

Does he want a bullet in his mouth, or what?

Jinx gritted her teeth and was about to tell this asshole exactly where he could stick his opinion about her hair (which he used to really like, back when they were kids), but...

"PFFFT—AHAHAHAHA!" Jinx burst into laughter, tears streamed from her glowing pink eyes. "What the hell is with your head?! That’s hilarious!"  

The first Ekko laughed with her, while the one with the… whatever-on-his-head crossed his arms indignantly.  

"Hey! Rude!"  

“What? Is Little Man compensating?” Jinx cooed mockingly, momentarily forgetting just how insane this situation was.

Ekko—mohawk and all—gaped in outrage and embarrassment. “I’m not compensating for anything! You don’t know a damn thing about style!” he snapped, raking a hand through his hair.

"Now that's the humor I recognize," chuckled the fifth, and final, Ekko. He had absolutely gorgeous pink dreadlocks pulled up into a high bun, except for a few strands framing his face. He sat cross-legged, his cheek propped on his hand, wearing such a smug smirk that Jinx immediately wanted to wipe it off. "Only my little bird would start an introduction with insults."

"Little bird?!" a chorus of astonished voices rang out.

"Okay, no, that's it, I've had enough!" Jinx yelled, clutching her head. "Who the fuck are you?! And where am I?!"

The five Ekkos silently exchanged glances, and Jinx's stomach dropped.

She knew that look.

Janna, she wished she didn't, but she did.

That look meant they were in deep shit, but Ekko didn't know how to break the news. "Oh, just spit it out! What is it this time? The nuthouse? A kidnapping? Did another 'Wanna-be-a-god' get their hands on some Hextech gems and break the multiverse?"

The Ekko-with-a-mohawk snorted and shook his head. "Personally, I'm leaning towards all three."

"In short," Ekko-number-one lay on his back, putting his hands behind his head and staring at the boring white ceiling. "None of us knows anything, no one remembers how they got here, and all we know so far…"

"...is that the five of us are the same person, but from different universes," continued the shirtless Ekko. "And that this room has nothing but pillows and a door…"

"...which is locked, can't be broken down, and has a non-working screen above it," finished the pink Ekko.

"The end," summarized Ekko-in-a-shirt with a shrug.

"Weird…" Jinx muttered quietly.

All the Ekkos nodded in unison.

"Very weird… Five weird Ekkos. Those must have been some crazy mushrooms, I'm telling you, absolutely insane."

"Jinx, seriously?" Ekko-with-the-mohawk asked sarcastically. The girl just shrugged innocently in response.

"I don't see any other explanation for why I'm seeing all of you. So, crazy mushroom it is."

"We’re not weird," mumbled Pink Ekko.

The other Ekkos nodded in agreement.

Jinx rolled her eyes at that, ran her tongue along her teeth and hummed thoughtfully, arms crossed, her head tilting from side to side. The situation was weird—even for a dream. Was this how Shimmer affected her? Maybe, maybe.

But really.

Since when did her brain come up with... an Ekko harem?

Jinx snorted.

Then blushed.

Not that Ekko had never appeared in her dreams before.

But usually, it was just one! And always her Ekko!

Sometimes they were kids playing in the streets.

Sometimes older, fighting.

But never had her dreams been this... insane.

"Oh, I know that face!" Ekko-number-one exclaimed, pointing at Jinx with a delighted grin. "That's the 'I can't believe I just thought that' face!"

"Oh, it totally is!" Ekko-in-a-shirt chimed in, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at Jinx's expression, his orange dreads falling over his forehead. "Though I call it the 'I'd rather die than admit it' face."

Shirtless Ekko squinted and tilted his head. "You think? To me, she just looks hungry."

Well, technically, all three of them were right, and it pissed Jinx off beyond belief.

Since when did Little Man know her so well?!

And this wasn't even her Ekko!

“Okay,” she said and fixed Ekko-number-one with a stare. “What’s up with the weird smudge on your face?”

Ekko-number-one blinked at her, one eyebrow arched, his entire expression screaming, “Really? This is what you’re choosing to nitpick?”

Shrugging, he rolled over onto his side and grinned. “Part of my charm, Princess. Like it?”

"Do you call every girl 'Princess,' mister?" Jinx huffed, absolutely not amused.

"Only the cute ones," Ekko-number-one winked back, making Jinx burst into coughing. Other Ekkos either smirked or shook their heads in disapproval.

Ekko-in-a-shirt carefully patted the girl's back with a concerned expression, and Jinx caught herself thinking this particular Ekko was kinda sweet. He kept looking at her with this weird gaze that made her uncomfortable—too open, too bright, too... full of something Jinx couldn't comprehend.

Snorting and rolling her eyes to hide her awkwardness, Jinx pushed Ekko's face away with her palm. "Quit staring at me like that, Shortstack."

To her surprise, he answered with a cocky grin. "Says the girl who barely clears five feet."

Jinx merely arched an eyebrow at this and flipped him off. Ekko-in-a-shirt kissed his middle fingers and flashed them at Jinx with a smug look. You know what? Forgot about sweet.

One of the Ekkos muttered under his breath: "Stop it. This is physically painful to watch."

"Let’s talk about the problem at hand. We're stuck," Pink Ekko stated the obvious, frowning while chewing on his lower lip in a way that made his nose scrunch adorably. "Possibly for a while. So what's the plan?"

"Try to escape?" Mohawk Ekko suggested, his tone lacking any real enthusiasm.

"Build a bomb?"

“Oh, I like that one!” Jinx excitedly clapped her hands.

"With what materials?" Mohawk Ekko pointed out, spreading his hands. "There's not even a damn lightbulb in this place."

"We could punch through the door," Shirtless Ekko tossed in, an idea that made Not-Sweet Ekko's eyes light up while the others just made varying degrees of skeptical faces.

Jinx watched the whole exchange with rapt fascination.

So this is what Ekko's thought process looks like from the inside?

Each of the five Ekkos clearly had their own preferences, strengths and weaknesses, and Jinx couldn't quite figure out why yet. So she kept observing, determined to crack this particular nut.

"I'm not even gonna ask why you know how to build a bomb," Ekko-number-one chimed in. "But how about we just chill and wait for a bit? Maybe our captors will give us some info later."

Jinx and other Ekkos stared at Ekko-number-one in disbelief.

That particular solution hadn't occurred to any of them.

"You're suggesting we just... give up?" Mohawk Ekko clarified, crossing his arms. "Seriously?"

Ekko-number-one nodded lazily. "Dude, it's obvious we're not getting out easy. We could bash our heads against the wall all day and it wouldn't help. I say we skip the pointless scrambling and get straight to the part where we share stories and throw pillows at each other."

At those last words, Jinx immediately started cackling. “What are we? Kids on a sleepover?”

“Don’t see any problem. We used to do it all the time,” shrugged Pink Ekko. “You love it.”

“I don’t!”

"Alright, alright, let's hold off on the pillow war,” said Not-Sweet-Ekko-in-a-shirt. “How about we start with a game? Who's up for 'Truth or Dare'?"

“I’m too sober for this.”

“You don’t drink, Jinx.”

“And how do you know it, buster? You’re not even MY buster!”

“Well, I—...”

"I'm in," Ekko-number-one raised his hand, while the others exchanged uncertain glances.

"And how, exactly, are we supposed to play, genius? Unless one of you happens to have a bottle stuffed down your pants," Jinx said sarcastically, deliberately staring at Pink Ekko's crotch.

Hearing this, Ekko-number-one snorted and wiggled his eyebrows. "Don't have a bottle on me, but—"

"But we could just ask each other questions," interrupted Shirtless Ekko. "No need to go looking for bottles..."

"Judging by the size of your pants, you should have at least a three-liter canister in there," Pink Ekko immediately jabbed.

"Couldn't even hide a flask in yours," Shirtless Ekko shot back with a snort.

"Oh, come on, you guys!" Jinx threw her hands up and shook her palms, getting their attention. "Go on, take your pants off and start comparing sizes!"

Those words made all the Ekkos shut up and look down at the floor. That's better!

Or was it?

Jinx wasn't sure if she actually wanted them to drop their pants and start measuring (she had a pretty good eye for that sort of thing!), or if she didn't.

Oh well.

"You say that like you don't already know what's in our pants," chuckled Ekko-number-one, causing half the room to stare at him.

Ekko-number-one scratched his cheek in confusion, surprised by the attention. "What?" He shifted his gaze to Jinx and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Oh, don't tell me you..."

"Alright, nerds!" Jinx quickly cut him off, making herself more comfortable among the pillows. "You want questions? You'll get questions! We don't have a bottle, so I'll be asking them! Anyone against it, raise your hand, and I'll break it! Everyone in favor? Cool! Let's go, first question: What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you in public? You, the Mohawk one!" Jinx sing-songed, a smug grin stretching across her face. And though the question was directed at only one of them, the other Ekkos paled slightly and shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

Mohawk Ekko threw his head back and groaned loudly. "Are you serious? You're just messing with us, aren’t ya? But what am I saying, of course you are, you are Jinx..."

Jinx waited, her grin widening with every passing second. "Spill it," she trilled, leaning back into the pillows.

"Uh..." Mohawk Ekko fidgeted, rubbed the back of his neck, and shot a pleading look at the others—but every single Ekko was lost in thought, mentally rifling through their own humiliating memories.

Oh, Jinx was going to have so much fun tonight!

"Umm..." Mohawk Ekko inhaled sharply, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. "Maybe, possibly, there might've been this one time I ended up on a rooftop... without pants."

Jinx blinked slowly. "And?"

The guy buried his face in his hands. "And it might've been midday, with half the plaza watching, and someone may have taken a photo."

Peals of laughter erupted through the room.

"Shut up!" Mohawk Ekko snapped, embarrassment burning his ears. "You’ve got a public indecency charge yourself!"

Jinx gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. "Excuse me?! Me?! You’ve got the wrong girl, mister! Theft—yes. Murder—obviously. Terrorism—bullseye. Toppling governments and prison breaks—guilty as charged! But indecency? Never!"

Mohawk Ekko’s skeptical glare said he wasn’t buying it. "What about the cake incident?"

"Blah blah blah, no idea what cake you’re talking about!" Jinx shook her head wildly. She wanted to ask the next question, but Mohawk Ekko beat her to it.

"My turn!"

"Hey! I'm the one asking questions here!"

"Yeah, right. Dream on, kitty."

"K-kitty?!"

Jaw dropped, Jinx looked indignantly at the other Ekkos, expecting them to be just as disgusted by such a sickly-sweet nickname as she was. But to her horror, every single one of them was smiling dreamily, as if remembering something wonderful.

"What the actual fuck!? Have you all lost your minds?!"

Her question was brazenly ignored. Mohawk Ekko slowly scanned the room, choosing his victim. After such a shameful first question, he had no intention of lowering the stakes. Finally, his target was selected.

Seeing that, Ekko-number-one waved a hand dismissively. "Go ahead. Shoot."

Mohawk grinned and, without a moment's hesitation, asked: "Are you in love with Jinx?"

Everyone in the room froze, processing what they’d just heard. 

What?

Is Ekko in love with who?

With her?

Wait. Or did he mean not her, but the other her?

Apparently, Ekko-number-one was wondering the same thing, judging by his furrowed brow. He licked his dry lips and looked up at Jinx, who was now as still as a street cat that had just heard the rustle of a mouse.

"I..."

He… what?

Come on, don’t drag it out.

Simple question: yes or no.

Nothing complicated.

Jinx’s heart was beating suspiciously fast in her chest, though she couldn’t quite understand why.

This wasn’t her Ekko. So no matter what his answer was, it didn’t concern her. Not at all.

But for whatever reason… she really wanted to know his answer.

She stared at Ekko-number-one without looking away, not even blinking.

"If you're asking whether I'm in love with the girl I've been dating for three years, then yes—I'm in love with Jinx," the guy replied, shrugging as if his answer hadn't just left everyone in the room gaping.

What?

Th-three years?

Dating?!

Did Jinx hear him right?

"You're dating Jinx?!" all the other Ekkos exclaimed at once, though with varying degrees of disbelief.

Ekko-number-one was so baffled by their reaction that he momentarily lost all his usual swagger, leaning back and glancing from one of his doubles to another. "Wait… You guys… aren't?"

All the Ekkos slowly shook their heads—some embarrassed, some sad, some skeptical. But one thing was clear: every single one of them had their own Jinx, and Jinx herself didn't know what to make of any of it.

Her… and Ekko?

Of course, Jinx would be lying if she said the thought had never crossed her mind. Sometimes, between episodes, missions for Silco, experiments, building weapons, and teenage angst, she’d catch herself stealing a glance or two at the leader of the Firelights. Sure, he was usually hidden under that oversized dark-green jacket and mask, but her imagination and those rare almost-encounters on the street filled in the gaps. The broad shoulders, the strong arms, that fantastic ass hugged by dark fabric…

When she’d first pieced it together—that the owl-masked bug was Ekko, the Little Man—everything suddenly made sense. Her fantasies now had a voice, a personality, a history.

But it still wasn’t enough to make Jinx dwell on her feelings for longer than those few painfully sweet minutes she needed to relieve tension.

Then came the bridge, the Shimmer, Silco, Isha…

Jinx hissed and rubbed her suddenly throbbing temples.

The point was, she’d never stopped to wonder why Ekko starred in all her dreams and fantasies. She’d never even considered what Ekko himself might think of her. Who did the boy savior fantasize about when he returned home after a day of doing good?

Now, those questions crashed down on her all at once.

If one Ekko loved her enough to be with her… then maybe her Ekko could too…

No.

Of course not.

Pfft.

Not a chance.

Apparently, this "Smugko"—because why is he so smug about everything?—was talking about some perfect Jinx—one who hadn’t blown up the Council Tower or killed her entire family.

"Lucky," Not-Sweet Ekko muttered with poorly concealed envy, jutting out his lower lip the way he always did when he was mildly upset. Or rather, the way her Ekko did—apparently, the habit was universal.

"How’d you even make it out of the friend zone?" Pink Ekko asked, echoing his double’s tone.

"The friend zone?" Mohawk Ekko repeated, confused.

"At least you made it to friends," Not-Sweet Ekko cut in gloomily, propping his cheek on his fist. "Some of us barely made it to 'ally'."

"'Ally'?! Be grateful she isn’t trying to strand you on a deserted planet every time you turn your back!" Shirtless Ekko shot back.

"Stop stop STOP!" Jinx shrieked, waving her arms wildly. Her face was flushed, her lips trembling with a nervous smile. She scanned the circle of Ekkos gathered around her and let out an incredulous snort. "Don’t tell me every single one of you has a crush on me."

Everyone, including Smugko, looked down in embarrassment.

"No way…" Jinx dragged out the words, utterly stunned. "You’re shitting me."

Inside her, emotions bubbled up and popped like fizzy soda—she couldn’t tell whether to laugh or cry.

How was it that in every universe, Ekko was in love with Jinx… except her own?

"Isn’t that… just the natural order of things?" mumbled Not-Sweet Ekko, tugging nervously at his earlobe and fidgeting with his earring.

Jinx groaned loudly, dragged her hands down her face, pulling lower eyelids down dramatically, and flopped onto her back. "AAAAH! That’s it! Enough! Topic closed! We’re moving on with the game!"

Smugko obediently took from Mohawk Ekko a pillow, which was proclaimed the Pillow of the Question. Every Ekko tensed, not wanting to be humiliated in front of kinda their crush. No one doubted that Smugko would come up with something so cringe-worthy they’d rather shoot off their own arm than comply.

His gaze landed on Shirtless Ekko, who leaned forward immediately, eyes gleaming with competitive fire—as if he were facing a deadly trap, not a party game.

“I’m ready,” he declared confidently, locking eyes with Smugko, challenging him.

“You asked for it,” Smugko warned with a grin, mirroring his lean and clasping his hands. Mischievous sparks danced in his eyes. "Do you not wear a shirt just to show off your six-pack abs to Jinx?"

“BAHAHAHA!” Raspy laughter exploded through the room. Jinx pounded the floor with one hand, the other clutching her stomach, pink tears welling in the corners of her eyes. “Wait, for real? Aww, I’m flattered!” she sang with a Cheshire-cat smirk, watching Shirtless Ekko blush to the tips of his ears.

“Th-that’s not it!” the guy tried to deny, hastily covering his torso with a pillow. “It’s traditional Shuriman attire! Everyone dresses like this there!”

“Sure they do,” Mohawk Ekko smirked.

“Come on, man, if it’s not true, then say so, it shouldn’t be a problem,” Smugko crooned. “It’s just a game of questions—nothing serious.”

The others chimed in agreement, and Jinx rolled onto her side to get a better view of Shirtless Ekko burning up with shame.

Under the intensity of those pink eyes, Ekko’s breath hitched.

Yes, his Jinx looked different—emerald eyes, red hair, a mechanical arm—but in every other way, they were identical. The same eye shape, facial features, body proportions, even the way she smirked with just the right corner of her mouth.

It felt like his Jinx was staring right at him, and Ekko couldn’t just ignore her gaze.

“I…” Shirtless Ekko swallowed, then spoke while looking straight into Jinx’s eyes: “I’m not wearing a shirt not because I want Jinx to appreciate my abs.”

Jinx thought she’d find it hilarious—and she had laughed—but with Ekko saying it straight to her face, and with such a serious expression… Her eyes involuntarily dropped to the pillow currently blocking the view.

She had noticed, after all, that this Ekko had fantastic abs. And pecs. This was the first time Jinx had seen Ekko so… undressed. And she liked the view.

If his Jinx was even remotely like her, she couldn’t have stayed indifferent either.

Because how could anyone stay indifferent to that kind of definition?

Impossible.

Jinx’s tongue darted out unconsciously, wetting her lips, and Ekko—who’d been watching her reaction intently—stopped breathing. His gaze dropped to her dark, slightly chapped lips, and all the blood rushed from his head downward, shutting off every last brain cell.

“L-let’s keep going!” he stammered nervously, tearing his eyes away with visible effort before grabbing The Pillow.

The game continued.

The others decided to shift to more neutral topics, asking each other about mutual acquaintances, other worlds, inventions, and hobbies. By some incredible coincidence, it turned out that Not-Sweet Ekko’s world (where he was a Star Guardian—prompting Jinx to joke that the “boy savior” had gone cosmic and deserved a rename to Starko) was actually a fictional universe in Smugko’s reality, where he was a popular musician and, notably, the only one present who didn’t have to fight on a daily basis.

Pink Ekko pried the truth out of Mohawk Ekko about his past relationship with some guy named Ezreal—someone Jinx and Shirtless Ekko had never heard of, but Starko knew all too well. When he learned that Mohawk Ekko and Ezreal are exes, he made a face like he’d just drunk straight from the Zaun River.

“Seriously? With Ez?” Starko asked, not quite believing what he’d heard, his gaze drifting blankly toward the wall.

Mohawk Ekko shrugged. “Hey, sorry, but I only met Jinx after we broke up. Besides, Ez and I are still good friends.”

“Knew you played for both teams! Hah!” Jinx commented, pointing a finger at Mohawk Ekko.

“Why are we still talking about this?!” Pink Ekko pleaded, looking deeply uncomfortable. “Who’s next?”

Smugko smirked. It was his turn again, and he already knew exactly how to stir things up.

"Jinx. Only because you're so cute, I'm giving you a choice—a question or a dare."

And really, Jinx should’ve stopped to think in that moment—especially seeing the smug look on Ekko’s face, like he already had something planned—and chosen something safe. But this was Jinx, and she was craving some action!

“Dare!” she answered with a predatory grin, already buzzing with anticipation.

She should’ve guessed the childish games were over.

Smugko smirked, like he was waiting for it.

“Kiss anyone in this room.”

Jinx blinked, her smile slowly fading.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Smugko chuckled, gesturing broadly around the room. “Whoever you want. Your pick.”

Seriously?

A kiss?

With Ekko?

Jinx looked around at the others, bewildered and more than a little panicked.

Every Ekko wore the same expression—one Jinx knew well but had never associated with kisses or anything like that.

It was raw yearning.

Maybe in varying degrees and shades, but it was stamped across their faces as clearly as panic was stamped across hers.

Ekko had looked at her the same way that night on the bridge.

Or that day, years ago, in Silco’s office.

All too suddenly, Jinx remembered her joke from earlier, that every Ekko had a crush on her.

They have a crush on her.

Oh. Wow. Jinx was not prepared for this.

So unprepared that she didn’t even know how people kissed.

No, of course when your dad(s) owns a bar, you pick up a thing or two about kissing and other… fluid exchanges (especially from the bar’s bathroom regulars). But that was all theory. In practice, her first and last kiss was at age eleven, when she and Ekko got curious. It was the most innocent, quickest peck in human history!

But then again… how was this kiss supposed to be any different? Smugko hadn’t specified what kind of kiss. Jinx could easily just peck someone on the cheek—that still counted, right?

Yes!

A simple peck on the cheek would be enough.

Like when they were kids.

Like friends.

Jinx scanned the room, taking in the breathless, waiting guys.

Um…

Uhh…

Would a peck really be enough?

If she thought about it… she might never get another chance like this.

Besides, this was all a dream (she tried to believe). Nothing bad could happen if she just tried it once… Ah, but admitting to Ekko that she’d never kissed anyone before—how humiliating. No, no, no. That wouldn’t do! How were all of them so much more experienced than her? So unfair!

Though…

Her eyes landed on Starko.

From what she’d observed, he was the most innocent of all the Ekkos. 

And most importantly—he had definitely (probably, he looks like it) never kissed anyone before.

He must have read something in her gaze, because he straightened up immediately, his eyes shining with feverish excitement.

He couldn’t believe Jinx would choose him out of all the Ekkos.

He was used to his Jinx barely noticing him. Most of the time, that was a blessing—it meant his ass was safe from her pranks and stray bullets.

But he’d be lying if he said it didn’t sting.

Because suffering from unrequited love at fifteen was one thing, but at fifty? That just felt pathetic.

And if before this, he’d sometimes wondered why it had to be Jinx, why these feelings refused to fade no matter how much time had passed and how often they fought—now Ekko understood.

He didn’t believe in fate, he changed its course every day, but now he knew: as long as there was a Jinx in the world, there would be an Ekko in love with her.

Sooner or later.

Happy ending or tragic one.

That was just the natural order of things.

And now it wasn’t his Jinx looking at him—her hair color was wrong, her eyes were pink, not yellow, her skin too pale. And yet… If this was his only chance…

The only thing he managed to whisper before Jinx’s lips met his, forever dividing before from after, was: “Can we just pretend like it’s the first time?”

“It is,” she whispered back against his mouth before stealing his breath.

The first touch was warm and weightless, something Ekko might’ve missed if he weren’t so acutely tuned to Jinx. And even from that brief contact, hardly even a kiss, fireworks ignited inside him. They burst behind his eyes in colorful sparks, and Ekko forgot how to breathe.

The feel of her lips was fleeting—just four seconds, and Jinx was already pulling away. But driven by panic—or maybe it was his greed—instead of letting her escape, Ekko leaned forward, catching Jinx’s hand where it had rested on his knee, and brought their lips together again.

Jinx gasped in surprise, her lips parting slightly, and Ekko seized the moment, because every second counted. He let his own lips part, and their breaths mingled. With every passing moment, every unsteady movement of their mouths, the hunger inside him grew wilder, consuming him. Those slightly chapped lips he’d dreamed of for so long tasted like the sweetest nectar on his tongue. He wanted to drink from them, breathe through them, more and more.

When she felt the hot, slightly rough tip of his tongue against her lower lip, Jinx froze at first. She hadn’t expected such boldness from Starko. This was no longer just a playful kiss, Jinx was slowly losing herself. What was supposed to be an innocent touch between two inexperienced kids was slowly turning into something dangerous.

And Jinx couldn’t stop herself.

Feeling Ekko’s confidence—his want—Jinx opened her mouth a little wider and awkwardly licked his lower lip in return. Their tongues met. The kiss was clumsy, they didn’t know where to put their hands or how to tilt their heads, but when Ekko moaned softly against her mouth and pressed in with renewed intensity, Jinx stopped caring about anything else.

If this is what a kiss feels like—a kiss with Ekko—then Jinx was a complete fool that night when she rejected his outstretched hand. Maybe if she had accepted his help back then, she would have known the taste of his lips and the feeling of his hot palms on her waist long, long ago.

Ah, and when did Ekko's hands find her waist?

Well, it doesn't matter.

Jinx didn't care.

Only one thought pounded in her head: don't you dare to stop.

Another pair of arms wrapped around her just below her chest, and Jinx moaned softly into Ekko's mouth, letting his tongue in, nipping at its tip with her teeth. Two pairs of identical strong, broad palms on her bare skin felt like something forbidden and enticingly hot. The novelty of it all made the world spin. Her head was empty—the only things that mattered were Ekko's lips, Ekko's hands, his ragged breaths, his wet tongue, and his teeth on her lips.

Someone abruptly pulled Jinx back, breaking the blissful kiss.

"Whoa, easy there," said the Ekko behind her with a slightly strained smile. Jinx whined in protest, like a child whose candy had been taken away. She lifted a dazed gaze and stared accusingly and hurtfully at the Ekko who had so rudely interrupted her first kiss.

His yellow eyes—not the same as her Ekko's, but no less beautiful—stared at her with something akin to anxiety or concern. Such big, beautiful eyes. Puppy eyes. A nose. Proud and cute. Shiny skin, perfect, without a single blemish. And lips. Full, wide, soft, and enticing lips.

Do they taste the same as…?

She wanted to know. One kiss with Ekko was not enough for her. She needed more data. Her lips tingled with a loneliness she hadn't even known existed before. Her brain demanded new explosions of hormones. More and more. Until her head was empty, until nothing remained but the feeling of lips on lips and hands on her waist. Her back. Her stomach. Her chest. Anywhere, really.

With a soft moan, Jinx stretched upward and captured the lower lip of the Ekko looming over her. He exhaled into her mouth in surprise and tightened his grip on her torso, his fingers digging into her ribs in a painfully sweet way.

The taste.

It was the same, but his technique was on a completely different level.

If the first time Jinx felt like a blind kitten playing with another blind kitten, this time she was a rabbit before a lion. Ekko instantly took the initiative. His lips moved with confidence, molding hers to his, his tongue teasing her. At one point, he drew her lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently and nipping with his teeth, and it felt like a jolt of electricity shot through Jinx. Her toes curled, a sinful moan tore from her chest, and a heat bloomed between her legs.

Without thinking, Jinx squeezed her thighs together, trying to quell the rising desire.

Ekko didn't give her a chance to catch her breath.

His fingers began tracing mysterious symbols on her skin—figure eights, circles, spirals—Jinx couldn't tell. She was slowly turning into something soft and pliant, capable only of barely audible moans and clinging to Ekko's forearms with all her strength, her nails digging into the fabric of his jacket.

Why was he wearing that damned jacket?

"Off…" she moaned against his lips, tugging at the collar of his jacket.

"Mhm," Ekko mumbled incoherently, one hand cradling the back of her head to keep her from pulling away, the other fumbling for the zipper of his jacket.

"Whoa, guys, slow down!" an alarmed voice cut through the pink, syrupy bubble Jinx was floating in, thick as tar. Someone else’s hands gripped her shoulders and yanked her sharply out of Ekko’s warm embrace.

Jinx’s eyes flew open, and she glared furiously at Mohawk Ekko—who had laid her head back on a pillow and was now carefully checking her pulse at the wrist.

Her gaze darted to Smugko.

The Ekko who’d been her accidental kissing partner was sitting on the floor, pressing a hand to his head as if barely holding onto consciousness. Pink Ekko knelt in front of him, examining his pupils.

Pink pupils.

Um…

Didn’t Smugko have yellow eyes?..

Damn.

Thinking was so hard right now.

“Has this ever happened before?” Shirtless Ekko asked Smugko, then nodded toward Starko. “His eyes are glowing too.”

“I’m fine,” Starko hissed, dropping his head onto his bent knees. “Everything just feels… kinda slow.”

Smugko shook his head. “Honestly, never. Not once in all the time Pow and I have been together.”

The remaining Ekkos exchanged glances, then turned to stare—as one—at Jinx.

Under normal circumstances, she would’ve been nervous under that kind of intense scrutiny. Especially from Ekko. But after the two dizzying kisses, Jinx wasn’t feeling like herself. She was hot, her palms were sweaty, and between her legs, she throbbed so intensely it felt like one feather-light touch would be enough to make her come hard.

And the Ekkos’ stares only poured fuel on the fire of her hunger.

Her desire.

The desire to be the center of his—their—attention.

She wanted more.

More touches.

More kisses.

More Ekko.

Even though there was already plenty of Ekko around her.

"Guys! Look at the door!" Pink Ekko exclaimed suddenly, his voice tinged with excitement.

The door? What door?

Jinx slowly shifted her gaze to the door. Still closed. Then a little higher, to the screen.

It was working.

"It lit up! Why did it light up?" Mohawk Ekko immediately jumped up, moving closer to the door. "What is it? A loading bar? Progress meter? What triggered it?"

Shirtless Ekko raised his hand. "I was watching it pretty much the whole time, but it wasn't working, at least not until the turn got to..." His voice trailed off as he looked at Smugko, who was still in that strange, intoxicated-like state.

Jinx, barely keeping up with the train of thought, slowly closed her eyes, then just as slowly opened them. She was shivering from the cold, and honestly, she couldn't care less about what had happened to the screen. She desperately needed the Ekkos to stop discussing whatever they were discussing right fucking now and attend to a more pressing matter.

Jinx's lips were feeling very lonely.

"Maybe... It reacted to the kiss?" Starko suggested uncertainly, struggling to compose himself. His eyes were still hazy with that pink glow, but more aware than before.

The screen reacts to kisses? Jinx likes that! What does it need? To fill the bar? Give her two! She'll happily fill them, just let's get on with it, faster please, she hasn't tried three whole Ekkos yet!

"Maybe," Mohawk Ekko nodded in agreement and frowned. "Or... perhaps it reacted to the touch? We haven't touched each other until now."

"We need to test it," Pink Ekko chimed in, and Jinx whined.

Test what?! Do kisses work? They work! What else do they need?

"You think if we fill the bar, the door will open?" Shirtless Ekko said skeptically, studying the screen with a thoughtful expression, his brows furrowed and lips pressed together.

The artificial lighting allowed Jinx to make out even the smallest details of his appearance that she had ignored before. Like the tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from squinting so often. Probably from the bright sun. Did he say something about Shurima? Hah, somewhere there's a world where Ekko didn't grow up in Zaun. That's such a weird thought.

Her Ekko and Zaun were inseparable, like two sides of a single gear. It was hard to even imagine Ekko ever leaving Zaun, let alone him growing up in a completely different environment. And one so drastically different from the Undercity, too. A city of darkness and a land of sun. And despite it all, Ekko was still Ekko.

And he has his own Jinx.

Jinx... In other worlds, she was called Jinx too. Does that mean no matter where or how she grew up, Jinx would always remain Jinx?

Was there even one world where Powder survived?

"Not necessarily, but it's obvious that whoever locked us in here wants us to think that it will," Mohawk Ekko replied grimly. "I'm not sure. I don't think we should play by their rules."

Starko nodded with visible doubt, rubbing his eyes to dispel the last remnants of the daze. But when he lifted his head, his gaze fell on Jinx again. Her face was noticeably flushed, her breathing quickened. The girl was fidgeting almost imperceptibly, hugging her own shoulders. She occasionally irritatedly blew her bangs off her face and watched the others unblinkingly with a strange expression.

Too many disjointed pieces of information prevented Ekko from focusing on any single one, but he had to. If this situation was a trick of the Void, it was his duty to get them out of this trap. He needs to start thinking. If the screen reacted to touch, then they were being coerced into more physical contact. Only with Jinx? Or between the versions of themselves? What kind of physical contact was required? Any kind? Or of a specific nature? Would a punch or a handshake count? Or did it have to be intimate?

Beyond that, Ekko was troubled by his own body's strange reaction to Jinx.

No, ordinary sexual arousal wasn't new to him. We're talking about Jinx, after all.

But such a complete loss of control was hardly normal. And his smugger version had confirmed it. The bastard thinks he's better than the rest just because he got the girl of his—their—dreams. (Not that Ekko couldn't understand him. If Jinx were his girlfriend, he'd probably act the same way).

This arousal, this loss of control, and the strange physical reaction… It strongly resembles some kind of aphrodisiac.

Could it be that while they were unconscious, they were injected with something? Some kind of drug? One that only activates upon arousal. If that's the case, perhaps they've become test subjects in an experiment.

Which does nothing to explain how they gathered six people from different universes. Or why. It would be more logical if, instead of Jinx, there was another Ekko here. The Ekko from her world.

Unless… That was the original plan? But something went wrong, and Jinx ended up here instead of the sixth Ekko. After all, when it comes to multiversal travel, errors are hardly surprising.

"Jinx."

The girl reluctantly tore her gaze away from studying the other Ekkos, who were busy discussing the screen and its meaning, and looked at Starko. Her pupils were dilated, lips slightly parted, her hot breath escaping from them, and just the sight of her made Ekko's mind grow hazy and his heart beat faster.

Stop! Get a grip!

"What?" Jinx asked, frowning and rubbing her shoulders with her hands.

Ekko froze.

He wanted to ask her something.

Something important.

But what?

It completely slipped his mind.

"I…"

"I think he wanted to ask if this has ever happened to you before?" Smugko cut in, not lifting his head and rubbing his throbbing temples. He had the feeling he'd drunk half his bar dry last night and woken up with the worst hangover of his life. Sure, he loved saying that his Pow's kisses were as intoxicating as wine, but that was a figure of speech! Not a scientifically proven fact.

In his humble opinion, he had it the worst. (Pink Ekko didn't count.)

Unlike the others, he wasn't a superhero, a time-something criminal, and he certainly hadn't been conquering ancient tombs and ruins like some Indiana Jones. He was just a regular guy from a regular world, used to thinking of the multiverse as a real, but purely theoretical, phenomenon. And of course, as a creative and romantic person, Ekko had always wanted to believe that he and Pow were deeply connected. That if other universes existed, even there, they would still be together. That they'd find their way to each other no matter what.

And, in a way, he'd been right. It was nice to know that no matter where he was born or who he was, in his heart, there was always, and would only ever be, his Pow—his Princess.

Even if his "princess" was named Jinx, and in at least three universes she was a wanted criminal.

It was, actually, kinda hot.

He should suggest it for their next role-play session.

"If you're asking if I've ever been locked in a room with five versions of my childhood friend-slash-enemy, who might be dead in my world, and if he isn't, he definitely wouldn't even shake my hand considering the last time we met he tried to strangle me with his bat, then the answer is no. And if you're talking about my dilated pupils and rapid heartbeat and sweaty palms, well, you know, sometimes a girl gets very lonely at nights in her hideout, and she needs a little help from a small silicone friend to relieve the stress…"

"Okay, okay, that's enough! I get it!" Starko interrupted the rapid torrent of words, unsure whether to pale or blush.

Smugko let out a hysterical giggle and lowered his head between his knees. "Princess, I'm begging you, tell me you were just being dramatic or kinky."

Jinx bit her tongue and hugged a pillow to her chest. Suddenly, they all fell quiet and now were looking at her with a strange, mixed expression. There was a sort of... sadness in it. Disappointment? But in whom? In Jinx?

"If you mean the vibrator—"

"Jinx." Her name sounded unusually heavy coming from the lips of this noticeably lighter Ekko, who until now had always been so relaxed and easygoing.

The girl stretched her lips into a crooked smirk. "What? Doesn't fit the 'Boy Savior' image very well?"

Starko and Smugko exchanged a glance and sighed in unison. Then, just as synchronously, they looked back at Jinx.

"I... Your Ekko tried to strangle you?" asked Shirtless Ekko, horror etched on his handsome face.

In response, Jinx just gave an exaggeratedly indifferent shrug. What was the big deal? In Zaun, attempted murder was practically a standard greeting. A knife in the ribs counted as a "Hello," and a blow to the back of the head was a "How are you?". Every meeting she'd had with Ekko over the last year or two had ended in a clash one way or another. It was normal. Vi had tried to kill her too, and Vi was her sister! And Jinx herself had killed almost her entire family.

Maybe attempted murder was akin to a love confession.

How poetic.

It made her sick.

"You know, I preferred it when our mouths were busy with something other than talking..." Jinx drawled, hoping to change the subject. She didn't have much hope for it—Smugko and Starko had noticeably cooled down, and her stupid tongue had just blurted out a couple of facts that would leave few guys aroused. Of course, Jinx wasn't exactly an expert on the subject of 'getting it up,' but something told her that horror and disappointment were hardly turn-ons. Otherwise, her Ekko would have pinned her against a dirty wall in a dark alley long ago.

The room sank into a tense silence.

Everyone was thoughtfully drilling a hole with their gaze into their chosen spot, and Jinx was mentally hitting herself on the head. Did she really have to blurt that out? She could be sitting on someone's lap right now, running her fingers through gorgeous black dreads or white strands, and enjoying herself. Instead, she'd ruined the mood for everyone and, by the looks of it, delayed the moment of their escape.

Typical Jinx. Jinxed it yet again.

The silence was so heavy that Pink Ekko's whisper sounded as if it came from speakers:

"'Kinky'? Seriously?"

Smugko crossed his arms over his chest, his usual smug smirk back on his face. "What? You got a problem with that?"

Pink Ekko stumbled over his words and coughed, while the other Ekkos nodded in understanding.

Jinx stared blankly at Smugko, her mind working hard to analyze the dialogue.

When the meaning finally dawned on her, the girl's mouth fell open involuntarily. She was torn between indignation and a hundred dirty jokes that raced through her blue-haired head.

Little Man was into choking games?

Oh, how could anyone resist that.

"What, does the boy need to have everything under control?" Jinx sang, fluttering her eyelashes and leaning slightly forward, causing Smugko to tense up. "In these big, strong hands of his?"

To someone else, those words might have sounded innocent enough, but every single person present pictured the exact same image in their head, and Jinx had the pleasure of watching a full five Ekkos blush furiously.

When would she ever get to see something like that again in her lifetime?

Starko cleared his throat with a cough into his clenched fist and spoke in the most even, almost disapproving tone: "Actually, that's a traumatic experience, and it shouldn't be the subject of jokes or sexual fantasies."

Jinx theatrically widened her eyes and covered her mouth with her hand, as if stunned. "And who said anything about sexual fantasies? How dirty!" Then she immediately dropped the act and snorted, curling her lips in disdain. "Seriously? What kind of Piltie shit just came out of your mouth? 'Traumatic experience'? I don't know who you take me for, Star Boy, but a couple of punches aren't enough to break me."

There was nothing left to break.

But Jinx decided to keep that to herself.

It didn't help much. Over the past hour? two? Jinx had decided that these Ekkos were nothing like her Ekko. Too calm, too relaxed. Without the deep wrinkles from endless strategy sessions, without the countless scars on their hands from failed experiments, her bullets, or someone else's knives. Without the weight of responsibility for people's lives on their shoulders. She had decided these Ekkos were different. That they couldn't match her spirit.

She was wrong.

Starko snorted, hot air puffing from his flared nostrils, his jaw clenched tight as if he was holding himself back with all his might. His eyes ignited with a familiar fire, and a sweet shiver ran through Jinx's body. The edges of her vision blurred with a pink haze again, but not enough to cloud her thoughts.

With visible effort, Starko took a deep breath, then sharply exhaled and smirked. "And you think you're the only one who's had it rough, huh?"

Jinx pressed her lips together. What was he hinting at?

"I—"

"No-no, you be quiet," Starko cut her off sharply, his voice dripping with mockery. "It's my turn to talk. Seriously, listening to you, you'd think you're the only one in the entire universe who's had to swallow shit. But I'll let you in on a secret—you’re not. There are people who've already been through it, and there are those who are yet to go through it. And it doesn't matter whose tragedy is more tragic. Your tragedy doesn't devalue their tragedies, just as theirs don't devalue yours. Pain is pain, no matter who feels it or why. No one can understand you? Well, let me try. You constantly crack sarcastic jokes, trying to pretend that what happened to you isn't worth worrying about, that it's normal. A standard defense mechanism of our psyche that lets you avoid thinking about the fact that what happened to you was wrong and unjust. The more you mock your pain, the less it hurts, right? Except it's like covering a festering wound with a dirty cloth. You don't see it, nobody sees it, but it’s still there, still hurts. And it will keep festering until someone pokes it with a finger and makes it even worse." Starko sighed tiredly and turned away, unable to keep looking at Jinx's bloodless face. After a moment of silence, he added quietly, "So, if someone tells you that some things shouldn't be the subject of jokes, maybe those aren't empty words."

"I need your therapist's number."

A collective groan echoed through the room, and Smugko was immediately met with a wave of disapproval.

"Dude, seriously?"

"Read the mood for once!"

"Should we just shove a pillow down his throat?"

"I was just trying to lighten the mood!" Smugko's voice rose in a loud protest. "Why can't any of you just relax? It's nothing but constant yapping about horrors, mad scientists, and experiments! Chill out already!"

Mohawk Ekko huffed, clearly wanting to keep arguing, but was cut off by someone’s hand on his shoulder.

Pink Ekko rubbed his neck and said, looking at everyone, "He's right, actually. The situation is fucked enough as it is, and you decided to have a therapy session? We're actually trying to get out of this room, you know."

Jinx clapped her hands. "Right! You know what? Screw it! Do whatever the fuck you want, you can even suck each other off for all I care." With those words, she lay on her side, turning to face the wall, hugging a pillow and pulling her knees to her chest.

The Ekkos exchanged glances and unanimously gave Starko a disapproving look. He responded with a stony expression, refusing to admit any fault.

"Um..." Shirtless Ekko crawled closer to the girl, who was quietly sniffling, and ran his hand through her hair, brushing strands away from her forehead. "I'm not sure, Stormy, but I think nothing will work without you."

"Don't care," was Jinx's dry reply.

Shirtless Ekko sighed and looked pleadingly at Pink Ekko. He was the only one among them who had known Jinx (at least, his own) literally since they were in diapers, and he was very familiar with both this offended sniffling and the tense line of her back. He'd seen it not once or twice, and he knew exactly what to do.

"Jinx, if you keep sulking," Pink Ekko began in a light tone, settling near Jinx's feet with the most innocent look, "everyone here will find out what happens if you're tickled behind the knee."

The sniffling abruptly stopped.

"...You're bluffing."

Pink Ekko chuckled. "Try me."

Jinx pulled her knees tighter to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I most definitely would," Pink Ekko nodded, his lips slowly spreading into a playful grin as his hand landed on Jinx's calf. "Believe me."

Jinx shot him a murderous look and hissed, "Just try it, disco boy, and I'll fill your mouth with lead."

"Mhm," Pink Ekko leaned forward, his hand sliding higher up her leg. Jinx shivered from the touch of his hot palm on her skin. "I'm really looking forward to it."

For a moment, Jinx fell silent, drilling Pink Ekko with a glare.

How did he know about her only weak spot? Even her Ekko didn't know about that! Only Vi was aware, and it was highly unlikely she could have told anyone, sitting in Stillwater. So, an alternate version of herself must have given away their secret, and now Jinx had to endure this! She couldn't believe that Ekko had uncovered her secret, and his Jinx hadn't threatened him with hellish torments for disclosing or using this forbidden technique. No, Ekko wouldn't dare. Not in front of witnesses. He could be a real little shit, sure, but not that much!

It seemed Pink Ekko read something like a doubt in her pink eyes, because a predatory grin instantly spread across his face, and Jinx realized with horror that she had miscalculated.

"AHHAHAHA NO! STOP IT! ENOUGH! I—HIC!—I SURRENDER! STOP, EKKO! HIC! I WILL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!"

Ekko's fingers were fast and nimble. He tickled her most sensitive spot without mercy, without pity, ignoring her pleas and threats. Jinx kicked, cried, hiccuped, spewed threats and insults, but nothing helped. It was unbearable, it was torture. And the worst part was that the other four Ekkos watched the spectacle with amusement the entire time—not a single one of them was going to help her.

"Hey, look at the bar! It's filling up!" Shirtless Ekko suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the screen.

"What? Are you sure?"

The tickle torture paused, and Jinx, realizing she was no longer being restrained, kicked Pink Ekko in the shoulder and hastily scrambled away from the asshole with a complete lack of self-preservation instinct.

She failed to account for the fact that there was nowhere to run.

Scrambling backward, she found herself grabbed and unceremoniously plopped onto someone's lap like a five-year-old.

"Caught you!" Smugko proclaimed, pressing Jinx's back against his broad chest. Not as broad as her Ekko's, but not bad either.

The girl immediately started yelling and thrashing, sensing nothing good was coming her way. "Let me go! Ekko! I'll bite!"

Hearing this, Pink Ekko pouted. "So, I get lead in my mouth, but the pretty boy only gets a few bites? Where's the justice?"

But Jinx had no time to answer—she was hissing and clawing with her sharp nails toward Smugko's face, intending to scratch out his newly yellowed eyes. Smugko just laughed, taking the opportunity to run his fingers along her ribs, making the girl squirm and trash from the tickling like a fish on the beach.

"The progress bar is filling up, but barely noticeably." Mohawk Ekko rubbed his chin, looking from the screen to the scuffle on the floor. The gears in his head were actively turning, calculating the approximate point equivalent of different types of touch. It seemed relatively innocent contact did work, but extremely slowly. At this rate, even if all five of them tickled Jinx non-stop, they wouldn't get out of there for another three days. And that would be fine, but they had no water, no food, and no bathroom, so staying put was definitely not an option.

"Based on my rough calculations," he continued, ignoring the surrounding chaos and screams, tapping on the door, "if we take the progress bar as 100%, then one kiss is about 1-1.5%, while ordinary touches are even less. To fill the bar, we need between sixty and a hundred kisses, and that's assuming it counts repeats."

After these words, Jinx, Smugko, and Pink Ekko, who had been wrestling on the floor like children, froze like deers in headlights.

"Whoa," Starko exhaled with a stunned look. "Our mad scientist is quite the pervert."

Jinx slapped Smugko's hand away, freeing herself from his grip, and irritably blew her disheveled bangs out of her face. Her eyes were burning. She was filled with a determination she didn't truly feel, but another couple of hours in the company of five Ekkos and she'd try to strangle herself with her own hair.

"Okay! Listening to you all is boring as hell!" she declared, shuffling on her knees toward her chosen target, who turned out to be Starko. She clumsily climbed onto his lap, facing him, wrapping her legs around his hips. The guy stared at her in confusion, stunned, unsure where to put his hands or himself in such a position. Noticing this, Jinx rolled her eyes, grabbed his palms, and placed them on her bare waist. "For the sake of the experiment—no groping, no squeezing, no dry humping. Is it clear, Star Boy?"

"Y-yeah," Starko squeezed out, his throat dry, and immediately instinctively tightened his grip on the girl's waist.

Jinx pointed a finger at Mohawk Ekko. "You—keep an eye on the screen. You," she shifted her gaze to Shirtless Ekko. "Be on standby, you're next. Okay, here we go." And she pressed her lips fiercely against Starko's.

The world around them turned pink again, but Jinx didn't notice. Her eyes were closed, her entire focus concentrated on the dance of lips and tongues, where she sometimes led and sometimes surrendered, already familiar with the rhythm and the basic steps. Jinx had already figured out how to make this Ekko moan into her lips, knew that he liked to suck on her lower lip and run the tip of his tongue over it. Their kiss was as tender as the very first, but more confident, more... intentional.

Jinx happily let the fireworks in her head drown out all other depressing thoughts, leaving only "yes, more, faster." Her hands rested on the broad shoulders, her nails lightly scratching Ekko’s neck and the back of his head, her nose brushed against his as she tried to find a new, untested angle. Ekko's hot, big palms held her firmly, not letting her pull away or squirm in search of something. Something…

"Aaaand that's enough."

Starko reluctantly pulled away from the dark, swollen lips.

His head was spinning, and it was once again harder to focus on anything other than Jinx, Jinx, Jinx.

It was especially difficult because the girl leaned forward, chasing his lips, unwilling to stop, looking at Ekko from beneath her thick lashes.

"What's the result?" Pink Ekko inquired, trying to discreetly adjust the awkward situation in his pants. Watching Jinx kiss someone who looked almost exactly like him was... Hard. He simultaneously wanted to be in the other Ekko's place and to keep watching, feeling a strange, perverse satisfaction from seeing how enthusiastically (not) his childhood friend was kissing his copy.

Mohawk Ekko shook his head. "Nothing. It seems the same type of touch with the same person doesn't count."

"Then," Jinx shifted her gaze to Shirtless Ekko and licked her lips. Shirtless Ekko swallowed and moved closer, feeling an anticipation and excitement that made his hands tremble slightly. "Let's test the second theory."

It made Starko a little sad to watch Jinx climb off his lap, but the sight of her ass swaying from side to side, combined with the unknown drug in his system, almost made him come in his pants. Ekko used all his willpower not to start "dry humping" against Jinx, feeling the heat of her body and the scent of her skin and hair. He had to keep in mind that they weren't here for pleasure; they were captives. And they needed to escape.

As she climbed onto Shirtless Ekko's lap, Jinx was panting and licking her unexpectedly dry, buzzing lips. She tried not to show that she was nervous, because then Ekko would notice immediately, stop her, and they'd be stuck here cooped up until the end of time, because her Boy Savior would never do anything with her if he thought she was uncomfortable.

Ekko was a good boy.

But right now, Jinx needed him to be bad.

"Just so you know, hot stuff," Jinx puffed out, inhaling the scent of sunshine, some aromatic oils, and spices. "If you imagine your Jinx in my place even for a second, I'll scratch your eyes out," she threatened, hovering just millimeters from the lips she hadn't tasted yet. What did this Ekko's kiss taste like? She needed to know. (For the sake of their escape, of course).

"G-got it," Shirtless Ekko stammered out nervously, cupping the girl's face in his palms, breathing in her exhale.

This kiss tasted like the anticipation of adventure. Like jumping from an airship, like a gulp of water in the desert. Wet and breathtaking, with a slight sharpness that made her lips burn. Instead of deep and greedy, or sweet and slow, this Ekko's kiss was light and dizzying at the same time. Jinx tried to keep up with him, tried to figure out his rhythm, but every time Ekko surprised her, sometimes playfully nipping the tip of her tongue, sometimes teasing the corners of her lips with light kisses.

"We have progress!" Pink Ekko announced joyfully, diligently ignoring the quiet moans and heavy sighs coming from the couple completely absorbed in each other.

Mohawk Ekko coughed, trying to get the kissing pair's attention, but they were deaf to the world.

Jinx's entire body was burning and bubbling, her fingers involuntarily clenching, gripping Ekko's hair in her fist, pulling it, making Ekko groan involuntarily from the pain mixed with pleasure. No conquest of an ancient tomb could compare to the feeling of Jinx's fingers in his hair and her lips on his.

The strands of her blue, silky hair reminded him of the Great River on his home planet. Her pink eyes beckoned like flowers blooming at an oasis. And her fair skin reminded him of the moon in the endless night sky he used to see from the window of his tiny house in the settlement long since buried by the sands. Jinx reminded him of home, of the places where he was born and raised. Her sighs were like gusts of wind, her lips sweet like dates fruit plucked from a tree branch. Ekko greedily licked away the sweet nectar, without a second thought.

"Ek-ko..." Jinx whispered against his lips, pulling away slightly, tugging him back by his hair. "It worked. Stop already... Ah!"

His lips caught a throbbing vein under the thin skin of her neck, and a jolt shot through Jinx straight to her core, where a fire was burning, and she didn't know how to handle it. Ekko's rough palms slid down her bare forearms, lower still, until they settled on her hips and squeezed, pulling her closer. With a moan, Jinx threw her head back, offering her neck and collarbones to his kisses and nips. Her hazy gaze fell on the progress bar, which was slowly but steadily filling up.

And she wasn't the only one who noticed.

All the other Ekkos noticeably tensed as their kiss began to go further than they had anticipated. At that moment, they were all thinking the same thing—they wanted to be next.

They exchanged glances. Tension hung in the air. A sense of rivalry flared in each of their chests, and synchronously, all eyes were drawn to Jinx—to her feverishly rising and falling chest, her sparkling eyes, and her slightly parted, swollen lips, glistening with saliva in the lamplight.

The girl leaned back, arching her back, supported by a strong hand on her lower back. With a puppy-dog look and a lazy smile on her lips, she raised her hands above her head and beckoned the Ekkos toward her. It didn't matter which one.

Any of them.

All of them.

She felt herself melting in the strong arms under the assault of kisses on her chest and stomach. The air was thick, time stretched on endlessly slow, and the only thing Jinx understood was that it wasn't enough. Not enough, not enough, not enough. There were so many Ekkos around her, so many good boys, handsome men, but why were they just watching? Jinx wasn't some exhibit in a Piltover museum. Jinx could be touched.

Jinx needed to be touched.

"Oh, to hell with it," Pink Ekko exhaled and scooped Jinx up by the shoulders, leaning over her. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Pink eyes met lavender, and Jinx compliantly parted her lips a little wider, closing her eyes, completely relaxed.

"Finally."

Ekko kissed her as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life.

His kiss was filled with care and tenderness. It reminded Jinx of that very first, innocent kiss with her Ekko. The kiss of someone who discovered the world alongside you, step by step. A kiss with a best friend. Not just attraction or romantic infatuation, but bond that couldn't be broken.

Jinx's eyes stung with tears.

Was this kiss the closest to the one she could have shared with her own Ekko, if given the chance? Would he kiss her with the same rapture? Carefully, placing her feelings above his own?

"Ekko," escaped her lips, part plea, part sob. "Ekko..."

"I'm here," a whisper sounded near her ear, and a third pair of arms embraced her from behind. Her head fell onto a broad shoulder, and her nose caught a familiar scent of freshness. "We're all here, Princess. Tell us what you want, and we'll do it."

"Absolutely anything," another voice echoed, and Jinx flinched as hot lips touched the back of her wrist. She turned her head slightly and saw Starko watching her, his cheek pressed against her wrist with a mysterious smile on his lips.

Jinx whimpered.

Too much tenderness. Too much affection. But was she worthy of all this attention? This care?

Jinx wasn't sure.

But she so desperately wanted to forget everything and just surrender to these new sensations.

"It's okay, you can let go," came the fifth voice, and a cool prosthetic hand touched her leg, while dry lips gently and weightlessly kissed her kneecap. "Let go, Jinx."

And she let go, allowing the waves of pleasure and heat to carry her away.

"Do you want me to touch you here, Princess?"

"You like it when I kiss your tummy? How cute."

"Let's take these heavy boots off, kitten."

"So beautiful. Jinx, you're so beautiful."

"Just say the word, and we'll stop. One word, Jinx."

Jinx whimpered and shook her head. "Don't... Don't..."

Smugko's lips stretched into a grin. "What was that, Princess? I didn't quite hear you."

Swallowing hard, Jinx forced her eyes open and stared straight into his—just as pink, large, and captivating.

"Don't stop, Ekko."

Ekko's smile softened, grew more tender, and he gently pecked her damp forehead with affection. "As you wish, sweetheart."

Every millimeter of her body, from the crown of her head to her heels, was theirs to explore, theirs to touch and kiss, to bite and playfully pinch. Jinx could only cling to their shoulders, necks, hair, and scratch the dark, damp skin, digging her nails into bare shoulder blades, leaving her own marks.

And moan.

Sometimes someone would press a greedy kiss to her lips, stealing her breath, sometimes they would torment her neck, leaving distinct dark marks on her pale skin. Jinx whimpered and arched, every cell in her body humming. The leather top scratched unpleasantly against her aroused, hardened nipples, and her pants seemed soaked through and now clung to the inside of her thighs.

"That's it, good girl," Pink Ekko cooed, unfastening the clasps of her top, helping her free herself.

At his words, something inside Jinx tightened like a string, and a shiver ran through her body. She reached her hands up and cupped Pink Ekko's face, pulling him closer, reaching for another sweet kiss, while another pair of hands pulled the offending garment off her, exposing to their gazes her small, perky breasts with two dark peaks of hardened nipples. Blue swirls of smoke curled downward, licking her ribs, the side of her breast, her narrow waist, and disappeared behind the waistband of her pants, which the girl wanted to get rid of as soon as possible.

"Off," she mumbled, not wanting to break the kiss but not knowing how else to hint that they should finally rid her of those striped pants. She was growing impatient.

"What?" Pink Ekko asked, running his hands over the newly revealed territory, lightly tracing every sweet curve as Smugko's hands were busy squeezing and fondling her breasts.

"Take them off," Jinx said a louder, burning with the need, and gasped—Starko's fingers found her nipple and squeezed it, twisting it slightly, making her involuntarily try to clench her thighs. However, Shirtless Ekko didn't allow it. He was positioned right between her legs, covering her sensitive stomach with kisses and leaving wet trails on her skin.

"So needy," Mohawk Ekko chuckled. Unlike the others, he sat and watched—one hand stroking Jinx's knee, while the other rested on his own crotch, palming lazily his impressive bulge. "Want to show yourself off in all your glory? Or do you want us to take our pants off? Tsk tsk. So what exactly do you want, baby?"

"A-ah!" Hot breath seared Jinx's chest; Starko's lips closed around her left nipple, causing something in the girl's head to short-circuit. "I! I-... Ah..."

The sensation of a hot, wet, and rough tongue on her nipple was exquisite.

Jinx had no idea her tits were so sensitive. Sweet jolts raced across her skin every time Ekko licked her—ah, yes!—just like that, from bottom to top. And then he started sucking on her nipple, lightly grazing it with his teeth. It was driving her insane, and she could no longer think of anything else. If only he would never stop.

But if she thought there was no further to fall, she was sorely mistaken.

Pink Ekko's tongue found her right nipple, and Jinx cried out and, it seemed, came right on the spot.

She came.

From nipple play.

Oh, Janna…

"You just...? Oh, baby." Smugko gently kissed Jinx on the temple, stroking her shoulders and diligently ignoring how his cock was twitching and practically weeping, having already left a wet spot on his boxers. He suspected the others weren't faring much better.

The room was filled with heavy sighs, moans, and whimpers, the rustle of clothing, and disjointed, affectionate whispers. The sweet scent of arousal was making Ekko's head spin. He wanted to taste it. To find out how sweet Jinx was between her thighs, and how quickly one sip would make him lose his mind.

He grabbed her, flipping their positions in one go.

Jinx's world spun before her eyes.

Coming to her senses, she found herself on all fours, facing Shirtless and Mohawk Ekkos, with Starko on her left and Pink Ekko on her right. Which meant the one behind her was...

"That's better," Smugko said and slapped Jinx on the ass.

The slap wasn't that hard, but it was unexpected, making Jinx sway forward on her weakened arms, and she fell, her nose burying right into an Ekko's crotch.

"Shit!" a curse escaped through his clenched teeth.

"Oops, sorry," Smugko chuckled.

Jinx froze, her eyes wide open.

The first thing she noticed was the smell.

More intense, deep and spicy.

And also the warmth and throbbing against her cheek.

That was... Ekko’s dick, right?

Everything inside Jinx shuddered.

It was huge.

No, a dick couldn't be that big. It just couldn't.

Her hand reached out on its own and landed on the twitching bulge, her fingers reflexively clenched, and Ekko jerked as if electrocuted. "Jinx, wait!.."

But she had no intention of stopping.

As if she'd found a new toy, with a blazing gaze, Jinx began to examine it, feeling, rubbing, and palming, delightedly noting how Ekko's cock pulsed and twitched in response to her caresses, literally jumping into her palm.

"Seems your 'little man' is very happy to see me," Jinx giggled and rubbed her nose and cheek against the fabric-covered erection, taking a deep breath. "Take them off."

Jinx looked up at Shirtless Ekko, her gaze greedy as she met his eyes, and repeated: "Take them off, pretty boy." And, without waiting for a response, she grabbed his pants with her hand and started pulling them down.

"Damn it, Jinx, stop! Wait, I'll do it myself!.." Ekko panicked under the chuckles of the others. He wasn't exactly comfortable being the first one without his pants, even under such... pleasant circumstances.

"You're too slow," Jinx snorted and yanked the fabric toward her, pulling his pants and underwear down together.

His cock sprang free, released from its confinement, and slapped against Jinx's face.

"Whoa, holy shit," escaped the girl's lips involuntarily as she saw Ekko's cock in all its glory. She could feel herself literally getting wetter just from the sight of it, her insides clenching in anticipation and fear at the mere thought of that thing being inside her. Would it even fit? It was so big... It might tear her.

Somehow, that thought only turned her on more.

"So beautiful," she purred, letting her gaze slide along its dark length, over the prominent veins and the dark, weeping tip with glistening droplets of precum. Ekko's cock was straight, without noticeable curves, slightly wider toward the tip. At its base grew curly, light hairs. His balls were large and heavy-looking. Oh, she wanted to play with them. Her mouth watered at the thought of whether she could take him entirely in her mouth. She had no experience with blowjobs, but she hoped enthusiasm would make up for it.

"Want to taste?" Mohawk Ekko asked playfully, and Jinx nodded in agreement. "Well then, go ahead, kitten. Lick it."

She didn't need to be told twice.

Flashing a predatory smile, Jinx stuck out the tip of her tongue and, without breaking eye contact with Ekko, drew a long, wet trail from the very base to the tip, where she licked off a fat, salty drop. The cock twitched, Ekko groaned softly and shut his eyes, throwing his head back. Jinx giggled with satisfaction. From the pleasure, she started to wiggle her butt slightly, and was immediately rewarded with another hard slap.

"Keep going," Smugko commanded, massaging and squeezing Jinx's plush ass, not taking his eyes off her actions. "Lick it all over, Princess. You can even suck. I know you want to."

"Shut up," she retorted brattily over her shoulder, and immediately received two more spanks, harder than before. Then, someone's hand—Starko's, it seemed—grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down, pressing her face against the hot erection.

"Be a good girl," Starko cooed, leaning closer to her ear. "And suck it off properly."

She had no other choice, really, so, huffing and puffing, Jinx obediently opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the thick head, trying not to scrape the sensitive skin with her teeth. Her reward was a growl that rumbled in Shirtless Ekko's chest. Another palm came down on the back of her head—this time from Mohawk Ekko. He pressed, and Jinx took another couple of inches into her mouth, feeling her jaw begin to ache from the unfamiliar strain. Startled, she tried to pull her head back, but the hands held her in place. Blinking away the tears that had welled in the corners of her eyes, Jinx squeezed her eyes shut and tried to relax her mouth and throat, taking a few more inches in. Getting used to the weight of the cock on her tongue, Jinx tried licking the frenulum with the tip of her tongue, and unexpectedly, Ekko moaned and bucked his hips.

The tip of the cock kissed the back of her throat, and Jinx gagged.

"Damn! Jinx! Hah… Hah… Sorry…"

The hands on her head disappeared, and Jinx let the cock slip from her mouth, coughing. For a moment, she was afraid she might throw up or choke, but after catching her breath and calming down under the gentle strokes and pats on her head, she realized it had been unexpectedly hot.

"Told you she'd like it."

Smugko slid his hands upward, tracing and lightly spanking Jinx's ass in passing, then unbuttoned her pants in a matter of seconds. "Don't get distracted, sweetheart. Get back to your task. And we'll have a little fun over here."

With those words, he slowly, like he was savoring it, pulled her striped pants off and tossed them somewhere into the corner.

"Whoa," escaped the lips of four Ekkos at once when they saw that Jinx wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Baby," Pink Ekko exhaled, gazing greedily at Jinx, trying to imprint her image in his mind.

She was completely naked before them, on all fours, slightly arched at the small of her back, her enticing rear raised upward as if inviting a good spank, or a squeeze. Or a bite. The alluring curve of her wide hips, her slender waist that Ekko could wrap his hands around, her beautiful breasts, sharp shoulders and shoulder blades—she was perfection, and Ekko was merely her worshipper. It was hard to believe they were allowed to see her, to touch her.

"You're beautiful, Jinx," Starko whispered and placed a light kiss at the base of her neck, then between her shoulder blades, in the curve of her lower back, and on her asscheek, which he gently bit at the end. "Exquisite."

"So pretty," Smugko breathed out, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him.

She was dripping.

Her juices were slightly pink, her blue curls wet, her folds glistened.

Ekko's cock throbbed painfully in the pants, his mouth filled with saliva.

No matter how many times in his life he'd had the fortune of seeing her like this—open and vulnerable and writhing with need for him—Ekko could never get used to it.

He swallowed.

Without a word, Ekko pressed his lips to her folds, tracing with his tongue a broad strip from her clit to the little hole from which sweet-and-sour juice flowed in streams. Divine. Ekko moaned, not pulling away, sliding inside with his tongue, holding her trembling thighs with his hands.

Jinx let out choked sob from the sudden invasion. Her mouth was occupied with the cock she had returned to licking as soon as Smugko had taken her pants off. Mohawk Ekko guided the movements of her head with his hand, helping her maintain the pace. Her clit throbbed, her mind was empty. Jinx's nipples tingled from Starko's teasing pinches. Pink Ekko massaged her buttocks, squeezing and spreading them, occasionally lightly stroking her other hole, making Jinx's insides clench especially hard.

But she didn't like that she had two free hands, and all the Ekkos except one were still in their pants.

This wouldn't do.

Patting Mohawk Ekko on the thigh, Jinx waited for him to remove his hand from the back of her head, then released the cock from her mouth. Shirtless Ekko was breathing heavily and had been barely holding back the entire time, his balls tightening every time Jinx's throat constricted around the head of his dick. But each time he got especially close, Jinx would switch to licking and kissing, delaying the moment. The quiet praise from Mohawk Ekko, combined with Shirtless Ekko's incoherent words, worked wonders on her self-esteem, and Jinx now felt much more confident in her actions.

She was just about to say that it was unfair that she was the only one completely naked, when Smugko traced the tip of his tongue around her clit and sucked the swollen bud into his mouth. Jinx gasped and cried out, throwing her head back.

"Ekko!"

Smugko hummed contentedly into her dripping folds, not stopping his manipulations, wanting to bring her to a second orgasm with his tongue alone. He ate her with obscene sounds, slurping and smacking, leaving bruises from his fingers on Jinx's pale thighs.

Jinx collapsed onto Shirtless Ekko, wrapping her arms around his neck. She trembled like a leaf. Heavy breaths escaped her chest, and she felt everything inside her tense, tighten, ready to snap at any moment and drag her down.

Mohawk Ekko, unable to hold back any longer, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock with relief. Gripping it with his broad palm and squeezing tightly, he made a few strokes, exhaling a trembling breath and closing his eyes, then grabbed Jinx by the chin and devoured her lips in a hungry kiss.

This kiss was rough and almost painful, as if Ekko was releasing all his pent-up frustration through it, as if by tearing at her lips, biting almost to the point of drawing blood, he was trying to get even and show her her place. His fingers tangled in her blue strands, pulling with force. And yet, despite his harshness, Ekko tenderly licked away every drop of blood that appeared and covered her face with weightless kisses—her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose. All of it, only to steal her breath again a moment later with another whirlwind of hungry kisses.

Feeling herself being held, Jinx carefully freed her right hand and slid it down, almost blindly groping for Pink Ekko, or more precisely, the belt of his pants. Understanding what the girl wanted, Pink Ekko quickly unbuckled his belt and fly and, in one motion, pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees.

Jinx's warm palm wrapped around his length and immediately began pumping him, making confident and strong movements, feeling with hidden delight how the member in her hand grew harder and bigger. But her palm was too dry, and she had to break away from the kiss with Mohawk Ekko to gather more saliva in her mouth and spit on her hand. She spread it along the entire length, and the motion became much smoother.

Yeah, that's better!

"Ekko..." Jinx moaned, feeling everything inside her clench from Smugko's skilled tongue movements. Feeling her orgasm rapidly approaching, she reflexively tightened her grip on Pink Ekko's length. Jinx worked her hand faster and faster, forgetting how to breathe, thinking only about how close she was to the edge, how her entire body was tingling with anticipation. She was missing just one thing... Just one...

"C-coming!"

The member in her hand pulsed, and a thick, whitish liquid spurted from its tip. A few droplets got on Jinx's face and on her palm, but she paid it no mind. She was chasing her own orgasm, involuntarily rocking her hips, arching her lower back, searching for the best angle, hoping Ekko would find that sweet spot, that bundle of nerves that would trigger the explosion. Most of all, she was afraid he would stop when she was so close to the finish line. Jinx whimpered pitifully into Mohawk Ekko's mouth, hoping he would somehow understand her pleas and do something! She needed... Needed...

Ekko enveloped her clitoris with his lips again, sucking it hard, biting with his teeth, and that was the final straw for her.

A moan caught in her throat as Jinx’s insides clenched and her lower abdomen felt as if pierced by an electric shock. From the tension, Jinx bit Mohawk Ekko's lower lip hard, and he groaned into her mouth in pain. Smugko, feeling Jinx's body shudder and clench, began to tenderly lick her folds, lapping up the new wave of her release, prolonging her orgasm, switching between slow, affectionate licks and gentle kisses.

When Jinx stopped trembling and went completely limp, practically hanging in the arms of the other Ekkos, Smugko lifted his head and looked with a satisfied expression at his handiwork—or rather, tongue-work.

Her lower lips were pink and slightly swollen, glistening from a mixture of saliva and her own juices, and her small clitoris, peeking out from under its hood, pulsed almost imperceptibly.

Unable to resist, Smugko gave Jinx's ass a firm slap, noting with pleasure how it bounced from the impact. The girl yelped and hugged Shirtless Ekko's neck, pressing her chest against his bare one, their skin damp and sticky with sweat, their hearts beating loudly against their ribcages.

"Look how much you've leaked, Pow," Starko cooed, gazing in admiration at the wet trails on the inside of her thighs. He ran his fingertips along them, collecting the nectar, all the way to her entrance. There, Ekko lingered, slipping two fingers inside just a little, up to the first knuckle, gathering more of the viscous, pinkish, semi-transparent fluid. Curious, he brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled the thick, sweet aroma. "Mmm," Starko hummed and sucked his fingers into his mouth. A dizzying taste spread across his tongue. The world around him plunged into a pink haze, and Ekko's body shuddered and sang from the new dose of the drug. His eyes shone like two pink rubies, and something predatory flickered across his face. "Delicious."

"Isn't she?" Smugko chuckled understandingly. "I could spend an eternity between these thighs."

"What a dream," Starko drawled, stroking Jinx's right buttock.

"I love it when she sits on my face." Smugko ran his thumb along her folds, tenderly spreading them apart, examining the beauty leisurely, as if he had all the time in the universe to appreciate her. "She thinks she's in control, but she always turns into a weeping mess at the end."

"Asshole," Jinx exhaled, finally catching her breath. Struggling to sit up straight, she slapped Smugko's hand away and looked at him with burning pink eyes. "Enough talking. Why are these ugly pants still on you, buster?"

Getting rid of the clothes wasn't difficult.

What was much harder was finding a position where they would all be comfortable and no one would be left out. Because Jinx refused to give attention to only one or two Ekkos. She was greedy, and she wanted all of them at once. She felt a pang of sadness, lamenting that Pink Ekko had already come, and she hadn't even had a chance to taste his cock and his cum—the white droplets had already dried, his member lying semi-hard on his flat stomach. The guy was lying on his back, covering his eyes with his arm, his heavy breathing escaping his slightly parted lips.

Jinx hoped he still had a charge or two left in him. Maybe she could still get a taste of his cock.

Feeling her gaze, Pink Ekko smiled tiredly and beckoned her closer.

And how could Jinx refuse him when he was lying there so cute, so flushed and happy, without pants, with droplets of dried cum on his stomach and pubic hair?

Ekko propped a couple of pillows under his head and watched with a smile as Jinx, on trembling legs and arms, crawled over to him and sat on top, placing her hands on his chest. With disheveled hair, swollen lips, and eyes sparkling after her orgasm, she reminded him of an angel more than ever.

Jinx let out a trembling sigh as his hot hands slid down to her hips and began to creep upward, tracing her curves, her stomach and sides, caressing the blue clouds, until they reached her breasts and squeezed them with confidence and reverence.

Ekko beneath her was beautiful.

They all were, especially their pretty faces.

But their bodies were no less impressive, though they differed from one another.

Jinx noticed she could tell the Ekkos apart by the calluses on their hands (Shirtless Ekko had calluses on his palms from frequent sword use, while Smugko's were on his fingertips, most likely from playing the guitar), and by their muscle mass. Pink Ekko was well-built—broad shoulders, narrow hips—but his muscles were more flexible and well-defined. Jinx could guess he was a dancer, given the fluidity of his movements. In contrast, Mohawk Ekko's muscles were heavier, more rugged, especially on his arms—he often had to fight and rely on physical strength. Shirtless Ekko had a wide, strong back and chest, and—it had to be admitted—an illegally perfect abs. Jinx suspected he frequently had to climb (are there mountains in the desert?) and carry heavy loads. On the other hand, Starko and Smugko were practically undeveloped in terms of musculature. Smugko lived in peaceful times in comfortable conditions and stayed in shape just to look good, while Starko (judging by the casually dropped phrases earlier) was stuck in this body and hadn't changed appearance-wise for the last thirty years—magic. It was an interesting observation—how different conditions had influenced their physical development.

Now Jinx really wanted to compare something else.

While she was lost in thought, the other Ekkos surrounded her, settling into comfortable positions. This time, Smugko was in front of her, and she really wanted to give him a good slap, just to wipe that infuriating, smug grin off his face. But when Jinx noticed how the entire lower part of his face—even his nose—glistened with her own juices, she decided to hold off on that. The other Jinx was such a lucky girl—her Ekko was a true eater.

"Long time no see, Princess," Smugko said playfully and patted her on the cheek, to which Jinx immediately snapped her teeth. "Ooh, feisty. I like it."

"I'll bite your dick off if you do that again," Jinx growled and lowered her gaze.

Oh.

Oh~

"Well, hello there," the girl purred, leaning closer, descending to the same level as Smugko's cock. It stood proudly, swaying slightly back and forth, at full attention, with an angry red tip and pre-cum already smeared on it. "What a good, big boy we have here."

Smugko groaned out loud. "Jinx, please, stop talking to my dick. It's weird."

"Shush," Jinx hissed, pressing a finger to Smugko's lips, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm not talking to you."

"Oh, I don't know, I think it's cute," laughed Mohawk Ekko, taking a seat to Jinx's right. His charming turquoise eyes had taken on a pinkish hue—not as bright as the others' yet. But they would fix that soon.

Mohawk Ekko took Jinx's hand and placed her palm on his cock—already quite slick from his own saliva. Jinx made a few experimental strokes, noting that this one was a bit fleshier than Shirtless or Pink Ekko's. And it was more veiny. She suspected Mohawk Ekko was the oldest of them all (physically, since Starko was technically the oldest in terms of age), and that's why his member was the most sturdy.

"Good lord, I hope my Jinx doesn't have this habit," muttered Starko, remaining on her left, preferring to observe a little longer.

Giggling, Jinx ran her nails along his entire length, teasing, then gave it one firm squeeze and immediately let go to flick the guy on the nose. "And you're pretty cocky for someone who hasn't been able to get other me for an eternity. Lame."

Starko promptly pinched Jinx's nipple in retort, provoking a loud "Ow!". "You think after this I'll back down? I have an entire eternity to win you over. If that one could do it, then so can I."

"Hey!" Smugko took offense.

"Less talk, more action," Shirtless Ekko cut off the budding argument. He had positioned himself behind Jinx, his shaft in his hand.

Pink Ekko patted her ass, urging her to rise up onto her knees, which Jinx did, anticipating the start of the real fun.

Everything inside her was burning and buzzing, exploding with fireworks. She was ecstatic, in complete awe. Her body wasn't obeying her; Jinx literally felt like pliable clay in strong, reliable hands that were kneading her and shaping her into a new form. The tension accumulated over years was gradually draining away, leaving room only for pleasure.

A heavy palm came down between her shoulder blades and pressed, forcing her to bend over and arch her back. Pink Ekko's arms wrapped around her, taking her weight and serving as support. In each hand, she gripped a pulsating length, and right in front of her eyes loomed another one.

Jinx licked her lips.

Suddenly, something hot, hard and thick pushed against her tight little hole, and Jinx froze with wide eyes.

A wave of excitement surged inside her.

Jinx bit her upper lip, grinning, and pushed back slightly, eagerly meeting Ekko's cock with her weeping flushed pussy. His need was much larger than any of her toys, but that only spurred her on more. Everything inside Jinx was aching from the emptiness that she desperately wanted filled. And she was so close to it.

"Jinx," Shirtless Ekko exhaled with difficulty, his eyes burning as he looked at his member, its tip pressing against Jinx's slick entrance. The very tip was almost inside; Ekko could feel the heat and the contracting walls pulling him in. After her lovely mouth, holding back was incredibly difficult. "Are you sure? One word, and we stop. We don't have to go this far, sweetheart. If you're uncomfortable, or scared, or... You have to tell us."

Jinx's heart squeezed in her chest.

Oh, her good boy.

So sweet. So worried about her.

He had no idea that all her sexual fantasies were coming true at once right here, right now.

Jinx was a freak.

But she was only a freak for Ekko.

How fortunate that he matched her freak.

She exhaled. A slight smile involuntarily appeared on her lips, and Jinx carefully hid it from the others by lowering her head.

Ekko wouldn't stop holding back unless he was sure she was ready. And her usual jokes wouldn't convince him.

Sigh.

"I know. I promise, if I don't like something, I'll say so." Jinx swallowed and risked turning her head to glance at the Ekko behind her out of the corner of her eye. "But you really should stop underestimating me, hot stuff."

And with those words, she forcefully rocked back, impaling herself on his shaft sharply, to the point of burning pain from the sudden stretch.

"AH~!"

"Fuck!"

Jinx blinked away pink teardrops.

Damn, he really was un-fucking-believingly big.

Her pussy was on fire, and that was just his head.

It was going to be a tight fit.

Jinx grinned ecstatically.

Perfect.

"Good girl," Smugko purred, stroking her hair and face lovingly. "My baby, so brave. So impatient. Does it hurt?"

Jinx shook her head. It was hard to breathe from the fullness, from the heat spreading through her entire body. But she refused to back down halfway. She was not a quitter.

Jinx buried her forehead in Smugko's abdomen, her lips brushing against his length in a light kiss, just to distract herself briefly and give herself time to get used to the stretch.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Jinx began slowly pumping the cocks in her hands, experimenting with her grip and speed, playing with the frenulum and not forgetting to stroke the heavy, sperm-filled (for now) balls.

The sighs, moans, and occasional growls gave her no less pleasure than Ekko's pulsing need inside her pussy, or Pink Ekko's fingers playing with her clit and nipples. Jinx licked Smugko's cock, covering it with kisses, sucking on the protruding veins, running her tongue around the head, not rushing to take him fully into her mouth. She rocked her hips back and forth, coating Shirtless Ekko's length with her juices, taking him deeper with each movement, allowing her walls to adjust to the intrusion.

It was pure bliss.

Ekko's dick filled every corner of her insides, massaging all the sweetest spots.

Sometimes the hands on her hips would squeeze, forcing her to still. It wasn't easy for him either.

Ekko was panting heavily over her, trying to ignore the urge to plunge all the way to the hilt in one go. He knew if he did that, he'd come on the spot. The walls of Jinx's vagina were too slippery, warm, and tight. They sucked him in, unwilling to let go, as if wanting to milk him dry. And the sight of Jinx's dripping hole, stretched so wide around his cock, sitting on him as snugly as a glove, awakened something primal in him.

Pink Ekko worked on Jinx's clit while her magnificent breasts swayed right above him, teasing and tempting. But his hands were busy, and the only thing he could do was reach up and catch the dark pink peak with his lips, pulling it and sucking rough.

Jinx let out a loud squeak, lurched awkwardly, and—

Ekko’s tip hit her cervix.

"FU-UCK! Ekko!"

"Shit!"

Ekko gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. His cock was in heaven. He was in heaven. Every cell in his body was singing. 

He was inside Jinx. So deep. So tight and sweet.

A drop of sweat rolled down his spine.

He wouldn't last long. But Ekko didn't want to finish before Jinx. He wanted to hear how loudly she would moan as he pounded into her. Longed to feel her walls clench tightly around his member when she reached her peak. 

"Hold on, sweetheart," Ekko growled before gripping Jinx's hips in a steel hold, pulling his cock out almost entirely, leaving only the tip inside, and then thrusting back in with one long, powerful thrust.

Jinx whimpered and moaned loudly, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure. She craved this. Dreamed of exactly this. So hard, so good.

He pounded into her without a second thought, lost in the sensation of her warm walls, her weeping pussy around him. His balls slapped against her thighs, wet from her juices, with a dirty, squelching sound. His heavy breathing scorched the skin of her neck. Ekko leaned forward, pressing his broad chest against Jinx's back, relying on the support of his doubles, who watched them with hungry eyes. Pink Ekko worked without stopping, tracing firm circles around the pink, swollen bundle of nerves—oversensitive after two orgasms.

Feeling his own orgasm approaching and knowing he couldn't hold back any longer, Shirtless Ekko exhaled a "now" and bit into the base of Jinx's neck. Simultaneously, Pink Ekko pulled her nipple into his mouth harsh and painful, while Smugko pulled her hair and captured her moan-parted lips in a greedy kiss.

Jinx's walls clenched, and Ekko came with a drawn-out moan, painting her insides white.

Jinx followed him—the wave crashed over her unexpectedly and sharply, knocking the air from her lungs. Her tongue danced lazily with Smugko's while her hips continued to rock, prolonging the sweet moment, pushing the sperm deeper, making Ekko practically whimper from how sensitive he was.

"You did wonderfully, baby," Starko whispered in her ear, tucking a damp strand of blue hair behind it and kissing her forehead. "Took it all in, so good. That's my little star."

Pink Ekko nodded in agreement and kissed Jinx's stomach, right on her navel. "Did you like it, Blue?"

Jinx could only mewl something in response, burying her forehead in Smugko's shoulder. At some point, she had forgotten about her own hands on their cocks, swept up in the whirlwind of thrusts and moans.

Oh, she needed to catch up.

“Ready to go on, Princess?”

What happened next blurred into a single, pink-hazed dream.

Every centimeter of her body burned from touches, kisses, and bites. Blue marks bloomed on her pale skin like flowers, red marks from spanks glowed a pretty red, adding spice. Jinx stopped distinguishing who was touching her where, whose fingers were pounding into her from below, smearing white semen along her walls, and whose were twisting her nipples painfully and sweetly. Who was latched onto the throbbing vein on her neck, and who was licking her toes, making her giggle softly from the tickling. She was like a stream of water, writhing, sighing, and shattering into spray against the rocks. Blindly, Jinx reached for the nearest lips, buried her fingers in someone’s hair, scratching scalps, clung to a strong forearm.

They praised her like a goddess, sang hymns to her as if she were their angel, and dragged her down into the abyss with them like a demoness of temptation.

Someone's finger, which had been playing with her pussy just moments before, slid a little higher and carefully touched her pucker hole, pushing inside slightly, smearing her own juices around.

"Yes?" someone whispered in her ear.

"Yeah," Jinx exhaled and smiled, giddy.

The sensation was... interesting. A bit awkward at first, a bit uncomfortable. But the more lube Ekko spread with his fingers, the longer he worked her open, the more Jinx began to like it. At some point, she even started rocking her hips impatiently on her own.

Someone laughed low and dark against her collarbone.

The finger penetrated her all the way to the base in one go, and Jinx gasped, throwing her head back, her eyes wide open as she stared at the white ceiling, clenching.

"Ekko..."

"Mmm?"

Jinx swallowed and licked her dry lips. Her eyes shone feverishly.

"More."

"As you wish."

Three fingers were inside her pussy, one in her ass, and they were working her methodically, unhurriedly, when Jinx wanted more and faster. But she guessed she couldn't convince Ekko on this matter, so she let them set the pace. For a brief moment she imagined not one, not two, but three cocks filling her at once, in all her holes, and nearly came from the fantasy alone, clenching tightly around the thick fingers penetrating her.

Then another finger joined the one in her second hole. And, apparently understanding where this was headed, someone spread her asscheeks wide enough for two fingers to slide in entirely with relative ease.

Jinx felt so full, but she knew this was far from the end.

It took some time to stretch her to three fingers. For a while, Jinx had to endure the discomfort, but Ekkos distracted her from the unpleasant sensations, playing with her like she was a musical instrument, plucking her strings and pressing the right keys to elicit the sweetest, purest sound. When both her nipples were simultaneously being slowly sucked and licked, Jinx grew even wetter, though it seemed impossible. She dug her hands into the Ekkos' hair, pressing them to her chest even closer, not letting them go. From such stimulation, driving her crazy in the best way, Jinx wanted to feel filled to the brim like never before.

She wanted Ekko's cock in her pussy.

"Ekko… I want..."

Ekko—Starko, it was Starko—looked at her with such open adoration that Jinx whimpered just from the sight of him. "Yes, my star? You want?.."

"Inside," she breathed out, forgetting all other words.

Starko smiled and lovingly pecked her lips. "Anything for you."

They had to fumble a bit to get into a more comfortable position, but the wait was worth it when Starko's cock pushed into her and went all the way in on the first try. The fingers in her other hole made it even tighter, more sensual. Jinx's toes curled from the sensation, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Her legs couldn't hold her, so Ekko took all the work upon himself, bouncing her on his cock, impaling her on himself slow and hard, searching for the right rhythm. The fingers inside her curled slightly, and Jinx gasped, leaning forward.

Another beautiful, dark member suddenly appeared before her face, and without a second thought, she greedily opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. The fleshy head settled with a pleasant weight on her tongue and filled her mouth, then her throat, making her gag, saliva dripping down her chin.

Finally, all three of her holes were filled.

But it wasn't enough. Fingers weren't enough for her. Jinx wanted to be filled to the brim, to the limit, until she was incapable of thought, until only moans remained.

Ekko wasn't rushing to fulfill her wish, so she busied herself with active sucking, diligently bobbing her head, wanting to find out how far she can go. Her vision was darkening from lack of oxygen, but it still wasn't enough to break her.

Starko paused for a moment, nibbling on her earlobe, and Jinx was about to protest, but then she felt the fingers slip out of her. In their place, the tip of a cock, slick with her own juices and saliva, press against her stretched back entrance.

Jinx's mouth was occupied, and she could only hum, squeezing her eyes shut, as Ekko's cock—she had the strange impression it was Mohawk Ekko—began to push into her, struggling and fighting for every inch.

Both of her holes burned from the stretch. It was hard to breathe with the cock deep in her throat, but at that moment, Jinx felt more relaxed and happy than ever. Her greedy nature, always demanding more—more attention, more love—was finally satisfied.

When the cock in her ass finally went all the way in, Jinx felt as if it reached right up to her brain.

It was so tight, so narrow, and so good.

Jinx swallowed around the length in her mouth and stretched her arms out to the sides, reaching for the two who were left out. With a little help, she reached her goal, grabbing two cocks with her hands. When her ears were met with a synchronized low moan that made everything inside her drop, Jinx came again.

And they hadn't even really started yet.

"Baby, you should stop coming so easily," Starko chuckled, nipping the delicate skin on her neck. "You're so sensitive. Amazing."

"And so tight," Mohawk Ekko grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. In retaliation for the intense, almost painful, clenching around his member, he spanked Jinx's ass, then again. Jinx clenched even tighter and rocked her hips, moaning around Pink Ekko's cock in her mouth.

"Are you okay, Jinx?" Shirtless Ekko asked with a note of concern.

In response, Jinx squeezed his member in her hand and pumped it a few times, making the guy gasp and suck in air sharply.

"I take it as a ‘yes’."

And then they began to pound into her.

At first, unhurriedly, carefully, afraid of tearing, afraid of harming and causing pain. But gradually they began to relax, the rhythm became faster, the thrusts harder, and Jinx lost touch with reality.

Squelching, lewd sounds filled the room. The smell of sex saturated even the walls, pink drops dripped onto the floor and pillows, soaking in and leaving pink stains. Carnal madness seized them. They were one—where one ended, another began. Their bodies intertwined, one moan was cut off and another was born. Blood roared in their ears, the beat of their hearts was deafening. Each one strained forward, upward, wanting to reach the heavens, and then fell down.

When Jinx felt the tingling, felt the thread inside her tightening, ready to snap at any moment, she completely lost herself.

Hands came down on the back of her head and pulled her forward. Her nose got buried in dark pubic curls. The flesh in her mouth pulsed, hot salty liquid shot deep down her throat, and Jinx reflexively swallowed. With a cry, Pink Ekko pulled his cock out.

Jinx coughed, tears streamed down her cheeks, everything swam before her eyes, she had no control over her body—she only felt the waves of pleasure that washed over her. Her hoarse moans sounded strange in her ears.

The pace increased, her grip weakened. Smugko and Shirtless Ekko covered her hands with theirs, helping her make the last few strokes, and came almost simultaneously on her back, hair and shoulders.

"Jinx, I'm..."

"I'm almost..."

"Jinx, say you are too."

"Come with us, Jinx."

"Jinx, baby."

"Come on, let go."

"My good girl, let go with us."

"E–... E–Ekko! I–"

She let go.

A torrent gushed from her, and immediately both Ekkos, squeezing her between them, came with a loud moan. Hot streams of semen filled her to the brim. They came and came, pumping their seed into her until she was full. There was so much of it that it began to leak out, dripping onto the floor, forming a puddle beneath them.

Jinx went limp.

She hung in their arms like a lifeless doll, only able to tremble slightly from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Through the ringing in her ears, she heard a faint chime.

A draft touched her heated, damp skin, making her shiver.

The door was open.

Jinx wearily closed her eyes and rested her head on Ekko's damp shoulder.

His gradually slowing heartbeat lulled her.

She was spent.

She would rest for just a little while.

Catch her breath.

Just a tiny bit.

Her body felt so heavy and light at the same time.

And Ekko was so warm, his strong arms around her fragile frame protecting her from the cold.

Someone's lips touched her temple.

"Rest now, sweetheart. Sweet dreams."

"Mhm," Jinx mumbled in response with a smile on her lips and buried her nose in Ekko's neck, inhaling his scent.

No matter what he actually smelled like—to her, Ekko always smelled like home and safety.

So it wasn't scary if she slept a little.

It wasn't scary at all to fall asleep in his embrace.