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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Words you may not know:

*Battousai – Battousai – A nickname given to a swordsman who was skilled in battoujutsu, a technique that requires unsheathing the blade in one fluid motion

*Zouri – Japanese footwear; Sandals

Horie settled the arrangements at the train station's receiving office for the merchandize to be delivered to the new business establishment the following day. Stocking the store was left up to Mitsu, and Horie’s men would assist her. The men were expected to arrive with the merchandize on the train.

I think I am liking Tokyo the longer I stay here, Horie thought to himself as the jinrikisha carried him on his way back to the shop to check on Mitsu. He was contemplating whether or not he would move his head operation to Tokyo, since it looked very promising thus far.

Horie noticed how much Tokyo grew since the last time he stayed in the city. There were a lot more businesses moving in the area, and that meant more opportunities for Horie and his organization to expand. He was strategically relocating part of the syndicate, according to his agenda, to meet the goals that were carefully laid out in Kyoto a few months previous. Yes, Horie set his focus on Tokyo to be his promise land. Perhaps Tokyo could be the syndicate's headquarters as well, Horie thought.

The jinrikisha stopped in front of the storefront where Horie relieved the driver so that a fresh runner could replace him and be available for Horie’s travel bidding later that day. He paid his laborers very well, and as a result, he never lacked for personnel. Horie earlier ordered one of his workers to purchase a horse driven carriage and replace the jinrikisha.

“Mitsu-san?” Horie called out as he entered the shop. He noticed that some details were added to the doorway and front of the shop. He was pleased to see the progress and that eased some of the stress Horie was experiencing from his morning’s tasks.

Mitsu emerged from the back room, her cheeks wore a true blush from the busy physical work she was consumed with since she arrived at the shop early that morning. Horie didn't pass on the opportunity to admire her lustfully. Nothing short of appearing radiant to Horie, Mitsu had him wanting time with her alone. Her presence was enough to remind Horie that he was a man with a substantial appetite for eroticism—especially after a kill.

Mitsu bowed in greeting to Horie, “It looks like everything went according to your plan, Hisomu-san?” She scanned Horie as she stood before him and made sure he wasn't uninjured. There were too many times in the past when Horie returned from a task wounded. Even though Mitsu hoped to be in better circumstances, she didn’t hate the man, she only wished he was a gentle man and not so willing to vent his anger.

“Yes, everything went well,” Horie bowed in return. “May I say that you look very pleasing to me, Mitsu-san,” Horie said in a low desiring tone and took a step closer to Mitsu and grinned. Her dark, coal colored eyes seemed to float upon her fair beauty and flawless skin. Horie often found himself so taken by her exquisiteness that he was jealous of any man’s gaze upon her.

Mitsu giggled and held her hand up to her mouth and teased, “Is Hisomu-san in need of affection?” Mitsu knew very well that Horie needed attention from her the most, after any encounter that involved bloodshed. She wasn't sure if it was because Horie wanted to damper the horror associated with taking a life, or if he needed to quench the fires that a kill ignited within him.

“Hmn,” Horie nodded, “you are wise and will have a long life because of that, Mitsu-san.”

Mitsu was glad to see Horie in a good mood. She was always grateful to have things go his way, because it usually meant that her situation would be less stressful for her if he was pacified. If he felt in the least bit out of control, then everyone around Horie would suffer because of that—especially Mitsu.

“Hey, uh…what’cha gonna be opening here?” A voice from the front of the shop called out, distracting both Horie and Mitsu from their sensual play.

Horie turned to face the visitor, bowed and said sternly, “I am sorry, but this business is not available as of yet.”

“Heck, that’s okay,” Cho bowed and introduced himself. “My name’s Cho, and I know Mr. Tanaka… you know… the guy who used to run the silk shop here,” Cho said trying to sound convincing.

Mitsu smiled and replied with her usual sweet vocal, “I am very sorry, but we had not met Mr. Tanaka. You see; we just rented this shop beginning today and it was already cleaned out before we arrived.”

Cho turned and bowed toward Mitsu. “Well heck, it is not the end of the world, but I am glad that I got this opportunity to meet such a purty little lady such as yourself, Miss…?” Cho baited for a name.

Horie cut in immediately and said, “Yes, as Mitsu just mentioned, we just began renting today, and we have a lot we must tend to if we want to open our fabric shop anytime soon, so if you would please excuse us.”

“Ahhh, Mitsu, is it? I’m mighty happy to make your acquaintance,” Cho smiled with his one- eyed wink. Cho realized that it must be the same Mitsu Cho read about in the file Saitou took with him to Nikko.

Cho quickly turned and bowed toward Horie “I hope the two of you success here with your business. I’ll let folks know around the area that we have a new fabric shop in town.”

“That would be very much appreciated,” Mitsu smiled and looked at Cho’s rather peculiar hairstyle.

The Kyoto man turned and left the shop. “Well, that was mighty interesting", he mumbled to himself. “It looks like this is what Saitou had me snoop around to find out.”

Cho began whistling a tune while he looked for a place to stop and write down some notes to take back to Saitou’s place just incase Saitou was still out on the assignment. Cho suddenly remembered… “Rooster-head! Now I wonder why that retard was over at Saitou’s so early in the morning,” Cho said out loud while he fumbled through his pockets to find something to write on. “I guess I’ll find out soon enough.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Saitou exited an herb shop with a package tucked under his arm. “Train station now,” Saitou called out to the driver as he climbed into the carriage’s cab.

“Yes sir!” the driver acknowledged and shut the carriage door behind Saitou.

Saitou looked down at the wrapped box on his lap and grinned. “I must be getting soft,” Saitou sighed to himself alone in the cab. He admired the way the box was wrapped in silk with its four corners tied at the top. “Soft indeed,” Saitou shook his head and then set the box down beside him.

Saitou reminded himself that work was ahead of him, so his focused on tending to it, and not on what his mind wanted to rest on. Saitou tried concentrate on the man he was meeting at the train station. Aoshi Shinomori.

Aoshi had been the leader of a very powerful ninja group known as the Oniwaban since Aoshi was 15 years old. When Aoshi turned 26, he allied himself with a drug dealer named Kanryuu Takeda. Takeda at the time was forcing Megumi Takani to make a synthetic form of opium against her will until she was rescued by Kenshin, Sano, Kaoru and Yahiko.

While Kenshin and his group fought against Aoshi and the Oniwaban group to free Megumi, Takeda shot and killed the members of Aoshi’s group with a Gatling gun. Aoshi was devastated and wanted to prove to his dead comrades that they were the most powerful ninja group in Japan. Aoshi had himself believe that by fighting and defeating Kenshin, the Battousai, it would somehow prove that the Oniwaban group was the most powerful, and he believed that only then would his dead comrades rest in peace.

Aoshi found out that Kenshin went to Kyoto to stop Shishio from taking over Japan, so Aoshi allied with the sinister Shishio. Aoshi planned to intercept Kenshin, fight him, and prove his strength by defeating him. So, Aoshi waited for Kenshin at Shishio’s fortress and fought with him. As they fought Kenshin was able to convince Aoshi that what Aoshi set out to do would be done in vain and wouldn’t honor the dead men. Aoshi saw the truth, and then joined Kenshin, Saitou and Sano to bring Shishio down. It was that time, after defeating Shishio, when Saitou helped the men escape the collapsing fortress but had seemed to be consumed in the explosions.

Since then, Aoshi helped the government by doing undercover work in ridding and controlling drug trafficking organizations. Saitou began working with Aoshi shortly after the Shishio affair in Kyoto. That was the reason why Saitou had not returned to Tokyo straight after the Shishio incident, and many thought that he had been killed. Both Saitou and Aoshi were detailed to another assignment back then and paired together on this assignment here in Tokyo as well to follow Horie's group.

Saitou met the train on time and watched for his Kyoto ally as the people exited the train. Aoshi always dressed well and was as tall as Saitou, so he was easy to spot.

Recognizing the handsome younger man, Saitou called out to him. “Shinomori!”

Aoshi, wore a face that lacked emotion and walked over to Saitou. “Hajime, or is it, Fujita now, I’ve been told?”

“The name is Fujita, Gorou now, and I would appreciate it if you would address me by that name from now on in public.” Saitou looked at Aoshi’s slender frame and locked onto his ice blue eyes. “I see that you are well since the last time we met,” Saitou said as he noticed a calmness about Aoshi’s spirit. He remembered Aoshi being troubled back in Kyoto, but now, Aoshi appeared to be at peace.

“And you, Fujita, you seem to be…” Aoshi stalled to consider what it was about Saitou that seemed different. “Content?” Aoshi wasn't sure, so he asked Saitou for a confirmation rather than making an assumption.

“Yes, you could say that better days have come my way since the last time we met,” Saitou nodded. “Come now, the carriage will take us on our way.”

Aoshi picked up his bags and followed Saitou to the roadway where the driver tended to the shinobi's luggage.

With luggage strapped on the top of the carriage and Aoshi and Saitou seated in the carriage’s cab, Saitou called out the next destination to the driver. “Kamiya Dojo.”

“On our way, Fujita-sir!” The driver acknowledged Saitou’s order and shut the carriage’s door.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Kaoru dropped a pile of laundry beside the wash bin and turned to Kenshin who was hanging out a batch of of the freshly washed linen. “Hey, Kenshin!“ Kaoru shouted to get his attention. “Aren’t you excited to see Aoshi again? It’s been a long time.”

Kenshin nodded, “Yes it has been awhile since we’ve seen Aoshi. I am hoping that he will find some time to spend with us while he is here in Tokyo, but knowing how Saitou is, Aoshi's schedule must be a busy one.”

“What do you suppose it is that has Aoshi coming out to Tokyo? It’s unlike him to be coming all this way just for a friendly visit, wouldn’t you say?” Kaoru was hoping that trouble wasn't following Aoshi, because that probably would mean that Kenshin would somehow get involved, and that was the last thing Kaoru wanted to happen.

Kenshin shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not exactly sure what the details are, that I don’t. I do know that it has something to do with the government. It was mentioned in the meeting I had with the commissioner and Saitou when we were debriefed. Aoshi had been working for the government in Kyoto after the Shishio incident along with Saitou, so I'm assuming that the work was extended to Tokyo.”

“I have Sano cleaning out one of the rooms next to the dojo for Aoshi right now,” Kaoru said. “Sanosuke seemed to be in a good mood when he arrived here this morning. I noticed a great change in him. What do you suppose has him turned around like this, Kenshin?” Kaoru asked as she added some of the laundry into the wash bin.

Kenshin grinned, for he knew more than he was letting on. “I guess Sano is finding reasons in his life to make some changes, and motivation to see it through this time.” Kenshin chuckled and added, “It is much better than having him aimlessly wandering, to and fro, just waiting for things to happen. Whatever it is that is inspiring him for the better, I’m glad to see him move forward, that I am.”

“Okay Missy,” Sano said as he shook the dust off himself. “I swept the room and made sure not a speck of dust could be found anywhere. Aoshi should find it comfortable.”

“Thanks Sanosuke, you certainly earned your keep for today,” Kaoru laughingly said. “Now, all I need to do is get the futon and linen in place and Aoshi will be able to settle in. I’ll take care of that now, just in case he needs to rest when he gets here. Kyoto is an awfully long ride on the train.”

Kaoru headed to the main house to fetch the linen leaving the two men to speak freely.

“Hey Kenshin, why is Aoshi coming to stay here anyway?” Sano asked out of curiosity.

“I’m pretty sure it has something to do with Saitou’s assignment, although I don’t have a clue as to what Saitou is working on this time.” Kenshin shrugged his shoulders. “I did tell Aoshi that if he were ever to come to Tokyo again, he would be more than welcome to stay here at the dojo.”

Kenshin began scrubbing the laundry again. Next to Sano, Kenshin’s small frame looked almost feminine stooped over the laundry bin as he did the laundry tasks. Sano watched Kenshin for a while and wondered just how much Kenshin knew about Saitou and he. Sano was afraid to bring up the subject.

There was a commotion out front of the dojo’s gate. “Aoshi must be here,” Sano said and trotted to the gate to open it. Sano’s eyes fell on Saitou climbing out of the carriage’s cab. His heart started beating a notch quicker when he saw Saitou look over at him and flashed that special expression Saitou sometimes looked at Sano with.

Aoshi exited the cab following Saitou and stood along side the driver awaiting his travel bag to be dropped to him from the roof of the cab.

Sano tried to hide his enthusiasm, but the sight of Saitou did things to Sano that was quite overwhelming. “Saitou!” Sano greeted him looking much like a puppy excited to see its master with a wagging tail and a big wide smile.

“Ahou, I thought I made it clear to you that you not call me by that name out front, did I not?” Saitou blustered, reminding Sano.

Sano fell silent, a little miffed at Saitou, but more let down than anything else. How he longed for Saitou’s respect, but it still seemed to be a far-reaching desire. Sano knew he constantly does things to irritate Saitou, and he was grateful that Saitou overlooked most of the things he did that were aggravating. Sano was feeling like a klutz around the wolf once again.

Saitou glanced over the young man and sensed his distress, so he made his way closer him as the other two men were sorting the travel bags. Saitou deliberately brushed Sano’s shoulder with his own and looked directly into Sano’s eyes, touching him visually.

Sano felt Saitou’s visual embrace and could have sworn that his knees went weak right there on the spot. He immediately let out a sigh and blushed. The rose coloring on Sano’s face forced a smile at the corners of Saitou’s mouth, which made apparent the outstanding gleam in the corner of his golden eyes.

“This is like a mighty reunion, yes this is!” Kenshin snickered while he approached the two men noticing their silent communication. Saitou and Sano instantly unlocked the visual coupling between between them.

“Kenshin!” Sano said in a startled tone sounding much like a child who just got caught eating candy before dinner.

Saitou nonchalantly turned to face Kenshin, bowed and said, “Himura, as you can see I have brought Shinomori here from the train station. He and I have not yet discussed everything we needed to, I request that you allow us to continue the meeting here at the dojo?”

“Hmn,” Kenshin nodded. “I will have Miss Kaoru put tea on for you and Aoshi at the main house.

Aoshi joined the men, bowed and addressed Kenshin first, “*Battousai.” He then turned slightly, bowed and addressed the younger man, “Sanosuke.”

“We were all looking forward to your arrival, Aoshi,” Kenshin said as he returned the bow. “Come, you must be weary after your long travel. I will show you to your room so you can freshen up before continuing your meeting with Saitou.”

Kenshin picked up one of Aoshi’s bags and looked over at Sano standing with a blank look on his face next to Saitou. “Sano, why don’t you show Saitou your new quarters? Aoshi and I will meet the two of you at the main house after Aoshi settles in a bit.” Kenshin could definitely see that Saitou and Sano could use a little time alone.

Sano started blushing again and dropped his chin down to his chest quickly before anyone noticed. “Sure, Kenshin, I’ll do that.”

The four men walked into the dojo’s compound together. Sano slid the front gate shut and motioned to Saitou to follow him to the far end of the dojo’s row of rooms, while Kenshin and Aoshi walked toward the other end.

Sano walked along with Saitou feeling kind of awkward. “My room’s the last one on this end. I guess they didn’t want to put up with my snoring, so they made sure I’m out away from everyone else,” Sano said as he let out a nervous chuckle.

Saitou walked up to the door and slid it open. “This is much better than that place you had in town, Sanosuke,” Saitou said as he removed his shoes to step into Sano’s new home.

“You’re my first visitor,” Sano said joyfully, as a child would showing off his new toy to a friend. Sano removed his *zouri.

“Hmn, now if you’ll just come inside and slide the door shut you will find another first here for you as well.” Saitou baited.

Although Saitou was just as excited to see Sano, he wasn't about to admit it to anyone. Instead, as soon as Sano stepped into the room and slid the door shut, Saitou grabbed Sano by the neck, pulled him close, and slipped his hands up under Sano’s gi top. Sano became Saitou’s in an instant. Saitou quickly bit into side of Sano’s neck.

As the pain shot down from the side of his neck, it went through his shoulders, but before it reached his abdomen the pain turned into a thousand butterflies. Sano felt as though the frenzied creatures were all trying to land on his nipples at the same time. He let out a hushed groan and felt his strength drain from his knees and rushed into his groin “Shit Saitou, that hurts so gooood,” Sano moaned wanting more of what Saitou was doing to him.

Saitou ran his fingers behind Sano’s head, took a handfull of hair and jerked Sano’s head back to peer at his sexy mouth. “Sanosuke, I desire to have you right here and right now,” Saitou said, his breath strong with passion. He held Sano’s hair between his fingers and pulled the young man's head back even harder and then the wolf lowered his head and tasted Sano’s neck with his tongue. “Mmm…yes… You taste like you’re ready for me to take you completely.” Saitou pushed his bustling manhood against Sano in a show of his sexual hunger.

“Saitou,” Sano said lost in the moment, “Please Saitou…. Take me…now…I...” Sano wasn't able to complete his sentence because Saitou’s tongue invaded Sano’s mouth in a deep sensual kiss.

This time, it was very obvious to Sano that Saitou wanted him in the worst way. Sano knew that Saitou had been thinking about him during the today, especially when they were both interrupted earlier that morning. The build up was incredible between the two, and Sano had a feeling that Saitou was aching for him, and it was driving the young man even higher than he thought possible.

Saitou pulled away from their kiss, held Sano’s shoulders at arms length and looked at him. “Sanosuke, we need to get a hold of ourselves.” Saitou let go of Sano’s shoulders and wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers.

“Saitou, I can’t take much more of this, I’m going to bust! This is not healthy!” Sano began to laugh uncontrollably.

“Yes, I can see that,” Saitou agreed with Sano. “Now get a hold of yourself and wipe the grin off your face. We both have to maintain our composure.”

“Yeah, easy for you to say, I’m having a hard time with trying not to blush, but when it starts to hit my joy pole, fuck!I don’t know what the hell to do.”

Saitou shook his head as if there was no hope for Sano, Ahou!

The two men left Sano’s new abode and made their way to the dojo’s main house.

Sano saw Kenshin waiting for them at the front of the house. “Saitou, I’m pretty sure Kenshin thinks there is something going on between us,” Sano stated as they walked along the pebbled dirt clearing that led to the main house that was opposite the dojo.

“I would be very surprised if Himura didn’t have a clue, moron. With you blushing and sticking out like you’re wearing a sword on backwards whenever I’m around... Who wouldn’t think something’s going on?” Saitou shook his head again. “You needn’t be concerned about Himura, if anyone would understand, it would be him.”

Kenshin took a few steps toward the arriving men. “Saitou, Aoshi is waiting for you in the gathering room. You can meet with him there, if you will.” Kenshin pointed the way to the room on the left from the main house entry.

“Thank you, Himura, I’m on my way. We shouldn’t be long and then, I will leave Aoshi with you,” Saitou said making sure he thanked Kenshin, so that Saitou could just slip out after the meeting. Saitou proceeded to the entry to the main house to meet with Aoshi.

Kenshin turned to Sano and grinned. He noticed Sano’s far-away look and playfully reached out to put his fingers on Sano’s neck.

Sano snapped out of his trance and realized that Kenshin was examining his neck. “What the hell, Kenshin?” Sano pushed Kenshin’s hand away from his neck and stepped back.

“Sano,” Kenshin said in a serious tone. “I think we need to move you to another room. One that is not so close to the pond out back.” Kenshin couldn't keep the serious face and started to laugh and added, “It seems that we have BIG mosquitoes out at that end!”

Sano immediately shot his hand to his neck and remembered Saitou’s painful, but pleasurable bite just a few minutes ago. Sano realized that it must have still been visually lingering on his neck.

“Shit Kenshin!” Sano complained and blushed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“We both need to get some rest tonight, Mitsu-san,” Horie said as he slid the front door shut. “We had a very long. Having you so close to me has kindled the fire inside of me and it is now roaring.”

“But Hisomu-san, you killed men today and your hands are stained with their blood. Should you not purify yourself before you ask me to serve you in that way?” Mitsu could only hope for Horie to consider her suggestion.

Horie took Mitsu’s arm, pulled her toward him and held her close. “Blood, Mitsu-san, is part of what has me aroused right now. I watched blood spill today resulting in death, but now I want to feel it pulsate through your body and feel life.”

Horie took the right and left collars of Mitsu’s kimono in his hands and forcibly pulls the kimono neckline apart to expose her bare breasts. He slid his hands up to her tiny long neck and placed his thumbs on her jugulars on either side of her neck. Mitsu gasped, fearing the worst.

“I can feel life in you,” Horie spoke softly against Mitsu’s lips, and then he pressed down on her blood vessel while enjoyed the vulnerable state he had the beautiful woman in. The sense of dominance and control was taking Horie to another level. He began to breath harder, faster, and his hunger increased as his heart pumped fire through his veins.

“Please Hisomu…” Mitsu pleaded.

“Please?” Horie questioned. “Are you asking me for your life? Do you want to live Mitsu-san?” Horie’s heart beat faster, harder, and he felt the ache between his legs increase as his flesh stretched out against his fundoshi.

Mitsu’s eyes began to fill with tears not knowing what Horie wanted of her this time. She shut her eyes and bit her lower lip to fight off the urge to cry.

“Damn you woman! You are too weak!” Horie criticized. “You are like an inadequate child that will probably end up boring me in time.”

Horie took Mitsu by the arm and led her to the western settee. He roughly pushed her into the seat and stood before her. "Untie my hakama," he ordered the frightened woman. "Do as I say, Mitsu-san. I advise you to cease being ineffective and convince me that I should continue to support you, as well as your mother and sister.”

“Forgive me Hisomu-san,” Mitsu lowered her head and put her two palms together and held it in front of her face. “Do with me as you please, but please care for my family.”

“Then do as I ask..." Horie untied his hakama himself and let it drop to his feet. Then he pulled his fundoshi to the side, exposed his heated organ to her. "You must care for me first!” He then took Mitsu’s hands and places them around his erection. Horie inhaled deeply through his nostrils as soon as he felt Mitsu respond and tightened her grip around him. “Yes, Mitsu-san,” Horie exhaled, “you must care for me first.”

Horie held Mitsu’s head and face in his hands as she sat on the edge of the settee. He looked down as he stood in front of her and guided his stiff, swollen member between her soft lips. The warmth of Mitsu’s mouth morbidly triggered images of the bodies he left laying on the floor that morning. The stronger the sensations Horie got from moving himself in Mitsu’s mouth, the more vivid the images were becoming. The clearer the images in his mind’s eye, the higher he ascended, until there was no division between the images and the sensations. All he saw was the color of crimson liquid that surrounded his body, his senses, and his mind.

Mitsu had to time her breathing, otherwise she'd risk displeasing him. She couldn't allow herself to displeasure him now. She freely received Horie and willingly rode his stride with her mouth and throat and never lost sight of the hope that Horie could someday be liberated from his lust for the kill, and his need for mastery in order to totally gratify his sexual appetite. It was frightening for Mitsu, but she couldn't visualize any other way for her to survive. Her only hope was for Horie’s liberation from the perversion that played on in his mind after a kill.

Horie lunged forward pushing Mitsu against the back of the settee. He lifted his left leg and positioned his knee on the settee’s armrest to steady himself so he wouldn't loose his balance. His hands and arms on the settee’s backrest supported Horie’s weight from crushing onto Mitsu who held him securely inside her mouth.

“Mitsu-san!” Horie called out. “Mitsu, it was hot and red…. Mitsu!” Horie’s voice shook almost whimper-like as he tried to share his climatic imagery with Mitsu. “Red pool, Mitsu, all around me and now around you…” He sucked air passed his lips and then he let out painful sob-like groan as he filled Mitsu’s mouth beyond capacity.

Horie withdrew and sat next to Mitsu on the settee. He looked at the woman that pleasured him so well, even though Horie was still tainted with dead men’s blood. Horie stared at Mitsu’s perfect lips and how puffy they became from Horie’s use. Horie took Mitsu’s face in his hands and noticed that she had been crying. The part of him that he left within her mouth was still dribbling at the corners of her lips, and the majority of his nectar covered her chin and breasts as well.

“Mitsu-san, thank you for helping me. You are the only one who understands me as a man. I want to possess all of you as my own." Hori licked Mitsu’s mouth, her chin, and then wherever a part of him fell from her chin onto her breast. Horie wanted to clean up the mess he had made. Although Horie did use Mitsu, he didn't want her to feel used and tossed aside.

After Horie spent himself and exhausted his perverted lusts, Horie did honor Mitsu in his life and could not bear the thought of not having her with him.

“Mitsu-san let us rest," Horie said tenderly. "Tomorrow will come very soon."
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