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Terra was a person who loved trends and fashion. Although said interest typically applied more to herself, somehow Terra had found themselves enamored with the Labubu craze. He had a nice small collection of them, all dressed in clothing she had personally designed and sewn for them. Some were dressed in elaborate, frilly dresses, others more akin to formal or casual wear. Some were even wearing custom-made BDSM gear. Terra loved designing and making them, and it showed in how carefully crafted the outfits and accessories were. She was so focused on her newfound hobby that she ended up spending less of her free time staring in the mirror...well, slightly less. Naturally, his favorite Labubu was dressed in his image.
They liked to take photoshoots with their Labubus and upload them onto social media. Despite being "merely" a hobby, it helped quite a lot in advertising her fashion line. Though he had been asked several times about commissions, he would always turn them down. Sure, there would probably be money in it, but these were his treasures! Naturally, that also meant that he would make them fuck.
Despite this...activity being done in relative privacy, somehow every single one of her fellow Charismas ended up finding out about it. Well, almost every one. Rikai, thankfully, seemed to be blissfully unaware of Terra's unusual hobby.
It started with Amahiko. Because of course it started with Amahiko. He had barged in to Terra's room unannounced to ask...something. Whatever it was, though, was soon forgotten, as the lewd display had left him, at least for a moment, unusually speechless.
"....Sexy." he eventually spoke, softly and pensively, as he observed the scene of lewdly posed Labubus in front of him.
Was it strange? Yes. Was it obscene? Undoubtedly. But it was, as a matter of fact, art; and Amahiko, contrary to Terra's expectations, seemed to understand perfectly.
...What he did not understand, was the request to keep it a secret.
Soon everyone kept wanting to see them. The "lewdbubus" as they came to be called. Some of them seemed to think their knowledge of this activity was a personal invite to this private play.
The poses and scenarios Terra involved these anatomy-less, inanimate creatures slowly grew more elaborate over time as well. In a moment of peace and quiet, Terra decided to start playing out a particularly intense scene where a silver Labubu with cute little glasses gets quadruple fisted (How? Who knows.) That poor (or lucky, depending on how you see it) Labubu almost resembled-
Rikai walked in at that moment. Apparently he had been calling for Terra for some time, to no response. He might have remained ignorant if it wasn't for the....degenerate dialogue that was being delivered. Terra then finally noticed him.
"Oh, hi, Rikai-kun."
Rikai only sputtered, fainted and fell to the floor in shock.
"...Rikai-kun? Rikai-kun...? RIKAI-KUUUUUN!!!"