In Shizuka's world, there was only so much a man could do to harass her. When the perverts found her, at most they could touch her ass on the train or sneak candid panty shots while walking up the stairs behind her. But in this fantasy, real or imagined, Anson was king, and she was alone with him. Maybe there were rules to protect her still, maybe some deference and respect for summoned heroes, but the king observed none of that.<br/><br/>Instead, he took Shizuka's hand and clasped it around the phallic jewel, his own hand squeezing and caressing hers lewdly as he not-so-subtly helped her stroke its length in appreciation.<br/><br/>"It's a mysterious treasure, very few have ever learned how it's even used..." he whispered with a smile, his fine beard bristling mischievously as he stepped close and stroked the back of her hand he had gripping the shaft.<br/><br/>"But the queen and I happened upon its secret, you see. All we need is a bed... but you being virginal might be an issue. Surely, my lady Shizuka wouldn't lose hers to a tool?" Manipulating her hand, he pressed the jewel tip to her chin, and stepped close again bumping into her with his protruding belly.