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night.”
    They laughed merrily. Their laughter alone would unleash all the desires that resided between the legs of any man.
    And just as suddenly stopped. An unexpected look of fear rose to their faces. The women stood like statues on the water’s surface. In their black eyes reflected the most beautiful face in the world, brimming with laughter.
    This was the smile of Doctor Mephisto, that bespoke the good doctor’s opinion of the “fairer sex.” Beneath the sunlight and the rainbow and the showering mist, the women turned the color of corpses.
    â€œYou will pleasure a man? Perhaps you could start by demonstrating what such a thing might consist of?”
    A hand emerged from his cape, more comely and delicate than anything the women had to offer. The hand beckoned to them. Like marionettes dangling from strings, the naked women tottered towards the boat.
    â€œShow me these pleasures of which you speak.”
    The actions of the women that followed seemed to be responding less to the challenge than to the instructions they were being given.
    Arms reached out from all sides. Not to Mephisto, but to the gunwales of the boat. They began rocking the boat, not with great gusto, but rather with a solemn sort of ritual devotion. Lurching starboard and port, aft and stern, the boat bucked atop the outflowing but unmoving ripples in the water.
    As to the effect on Doctor Mephisto—there was none.
    After several minutes, the women released their hold on the boat. The pitch of his voice unchanged in the slightest, Mephisto observed, “Rocking the boat right and left generates an excessively stimulating series of sexual impulses. Orgasm would be achieved in less than five seconds. The back and forth motion causes the spent sexual organs to replenish themselves. The pleasures thus produced would literally be endless.”
    â€œIt has no effect?” one woman asked in despair. “No one has passed through our watery pleasures. What manner of man are you?”
    â€œNo man denies himself pleasure.” Mephisto spoke like a professor lecturing a student. “However, a woman’s pleasures alone will never truly satisfy. Even in four thousand years of Chinese history, error has on occasion been mistaken for truth.”
    â€œWe do not understand. Why—”
    â€œI do not know how long you have lived here. But a little ignorance now and then will hardly hurt.” A bright sound rang out from his right hand. The women watched as a wire ring dangled from his fingers. “At the very least, spending eternity talking about Doctor Mephisto’s handiwork will do you no harm.”
    He looked past the women to the fortress of ships and dead men, and noted that they were fading away. The perpetual sky at the far end of the river was gone as well. Groves of bamboo sprouting from the black earth lined the water’s edge. The roof of a large manor was visible further in.
    â€œ Ohh— ” the women exclaimed together.
    Mephisto’s boat again moved forward on the steadfast surface of the water with all the jauntiness of a pleasure cruise. The eyes of the women seeing him off were filled with hatred. However, as the white figure drew further away—not once looking back—and became little more than a dot on the horizon, from their mouths issued a long sigh.
    Like bidding goodbye to a lover departing on a long voyage, it was a sigh filled with painful might-have-beens.
    Beyond the prow of the boat, a wooden wharf jutting out from the shore came into view. The two figures standing there gazed back at him. Mephisto recognized both of them.
    Kikiou was wearing silver priest’s robes. Next to him, Shuuran’s hair fluttered in the breeze. As the water pushed the boat precisely to the dock, the two of them bowed respectfully.
    â€œAs soon as Shuuran gave me word, I came here to wait for you. Such was to be expected of Doctor Mephisto. Ah, I see you’ve arrived