Captured by the Yandere Space Pirates

Aster's gaze flicked to the cuff, then back to Pako, her voice emerging low and hesitant, barely above the ship's hum.

"I need your help." The admission hung heavy, a quiet crack in her usual composure, and Pako's eyes widened, a grin splitting her face as she sat up straighter.

"With what? To get laid?" Pako chuckled, her laugh a sharp bark that bounced off the steel walls. Aster's silence stretched, her lack of denial a glaring confirmation, and Pako's grin turned wicked.

"What—seriously? You've got him on your back and arms all day, and you can't figure out how to fuck him?"

"Wait—it's not easy, okay?" Aster snapped, her voice rising as she stepped closer, her boots scuffing the floor. She sank onto the bed's edge, the mattress dipping under her weight, her blonde ponytail swaying as she settled.

"Not there—here," Pako interrupted, patting a dry patch of the sheet beside her, her tone teasing as she smirked at the damp chaos around her. "Unless you wanna sit in my mess."

"You're disgusting," Aster sneered, her nose wrinkling as she shifted to the indicated spot, her teal eyes darting to the scattered toys with a mix of disdain and curiosity.

"I know that," Pako replied breezily, unfazed as she stretched her arms overhead, her undergarments shifting slightly to reveal more of her tan lines.

"Now, what do I help with? A threesome? I can guide you through it—step-by-step." Her voice dripped with mock seriousness, her dark eyes glinting with mischief.

Aster's face flushed, a deep red creeping up her fair cheeks as she recoiled slightly. "Ew—no," she said, her tone sharp, her hand tightening around the book as if it could shield her from Pako's crudeness.

"Stop blushing like a little girl—you're older than me, for fuck's sake," Pako shot back, rolling her eyes as she leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. "Fine, let's get serious. What's the plan?"

Aster exhaled, her shoulders slumping as she opened the book, its pages rustling faintly as she clicked her pen, the sound crisp in the quiet room.

"Now give me pointers—exactly what I should do," she said, her voice low but eager, her pen hovering over a blank page, her teal eyes flicking up to Pako with a mix of determination and embarrassment.

"Have sex," Pako mocked, her laugh erupting again, a cackle that shook her frame as she clutched her stomach, the bed creaking beneath her.

Aster's patience snapped—she snatched a dildo from the mess, a sleek purple one with a faint sheen of lube, and smacked Pako's head with a solid thwack.

"Stop laughing and tell me, or you're locked here forever," she growled, her flush deepening as she tossed the toy back onto the sheets, its bounce punctuating her threat.

"Okay, chill," Pako said, rubbing her head with a exaggerated wince, her grin fading into a smirk as she sat up fully, crossing her legs at the bed's center to face Aster.

Her dark hair fell into her eyes, and she brushed it back with a casual flick, her posture shifting to something almost businesslike despite her scant attire. "Give me a situation."

Aster hesitated, her fingers twirling the pen's end against the bedsheet, her teal eyes dropping as her face burned hotter.

She twisted a loose thread around the pen, her voice barely audible as she mumbled, "Syn's watching TV in the room, and I enter. What do I do next?" Her admission hung fragile, her usual confidence stripped bare, and she peeked up at Pako through her lashes, bracing for more mockery.

Pako tilted her head, her smirk softening into something thoughtful as she tapped her chin.

"For that, I need to know your style. Are you passive or aggressive? Which do you prefer?" Her tone was practical now, like a co-captain assessing a mission, her dark eyes narrowing as she studied Aster's flustered form.

"I don't know," Aster admitted, her voice small as she shrugged, her pen scratching idly at the page's edge. She exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling up as she snapped, "Cut the bullshit—I just wanna give him a blowjob. Now tell me what to watch out for."

Her bluntness sliced through the room, her flush spreading to her ears as she gripped the book tighter, her teal eyes locking onto Pako with a desperate intensity.

Pako's smirk returned, slow and knowing, her dark eyes glinting with recognition. "You saw the camera recording of that day, didn't you?" she said, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned closer, her tan skin stark against the bed's pale sheets.

Aster nodded, her face a blazing scarlet as she averted her gaze, the memory of Pako's explicit footage with Syn flashing through her mind—raw, unfiltered, and embarrassingly instructional. "Yeah," she muttered, her pen trembling slightly as she poised it over the page, ready to capture every word.

"Well, let's see," Pako began, her tone shifting to a lecturer's cadence as she cracked her knuckles, settling into her role. "First, you need to set the mood. You can't just yank his pants off and start sucking his dick—that'll freak him out, trust me."

She paused, watching as Aster's pen scratched furiously across the page, her handwriting a messy scrawl of intent focus. "He's not a toy you wind up and go—he's Syn, he has feelings. You've gotta ease into it, make him want it."

Aster looked up, her teal eyes wide and intent, her blush slowly fading as she focused on Pako's words. She had never imagined a day would come when she would seek Pako's guidance. She hadn't realized that wisdom took many forms—and that the kind Pako possessed was what Aster had lacked.

The room's air thickened, the faint scent of lube and sweat mingling with the hum of the ship, a bizarre classroom for an even stranger lesson.

Pako leaned back on her hands, her undergarments shifting as she stretched, her ankle cuff glinting faintly as she adjusted her leg, her smirk softening into something almost fond.

Aster's pen hovered, poised for the next nugget of wisdom, her breath shallow as she ventured, "How do I set the mood exactly?" She asked.