Abstinence Education | By : MadameManga Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal Views: 11950 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Squick warnings: Sex in various forms, including quasi-incestuous themes and a 16-year-old female paired with an adult male. Violence will eventually rear its head as well; hey, you have to separate at least one body part from its owner in any BotI story.
Abstinence Education
by Madame Manga
Part Fourteen
“Yeah…like that. Open your mouth a little wider, and breathe through your nose.” Manji rolled his hips and stretched out on his bed with a sigh. “Yeah…”
“Ooh, it’s kind of hard not to choke…” Rin raised her head and gasped for air. “Do you like it? How I’m doing it, I mean?”
“You’re doing fine.” He spat on one hand and smoothed the moisture over the shaft of his henoko. “There, that should help. Lets it slide easier.”
Rin kissed the head of his organ and softly licked it up and down. Manji seemed to know just how this act ought to be performed, but she had no idea how to become accustomed to the feeling of an object in her throat. And what was she going to do when his seed spurted?
“Don’t worry about swallowing it this soon.” Manji stroked her hair and twisted a lock of it around his fingers. “Doesn’t taste as sweet as you do. So just let it go and we’ll work on that later. You’ll get used to it.”
“Really? You’ve tasted it?” Rin glanced up; Manji grimaced.
“Never mind asking questions right now. You need your mouth for what you’re doing.”
“Why did you call that man a ‘cunt-licker’? If it’s an insult…well, you do it too.”
He groaned. “It’s not something a guy likes to admit to another guy, OK?”
Rin crossed her legs and rocked her hips slightly, smiling at him. Maybe Manji would want to do that again if she satisfied him first; she enjoyed cradling his head between her thighs more than anything else they had done in pillowing. “Why not? It feels really good.”
“Glad you think so. Now there’s something else that feels good that you ought to be practicing, right?” He pointed somewhat indignantly to his neglected henoko.
“Oh…sorry, sensei.” Rin giggled and took him between her lips.
No matter how hard she concentrated, she couldn’t keep from gagging and pulling back whenever Manji’s organ penetrated much more than head-deep into her mouth. It was frustrating; she wasn’t sure why this was happening. The idea of putting her tongue on his male parts didn’t disgust her at all—he’d washed, and his body smelled clean. Was her taste anything like the sweet-salt richness of his skin?
She loved to play with his henoko. It was a fascinating object to her: strange and wonderful to feel it stir and harden in her hand, the silk-like skin stretching taut over the swollen veins. Rin ran her tongue up and over the head, tasting a clear drop of salty liquid seeping from the tip. She took a deep breath, swallowed in preparation and lowered her wide-open mouth over him. Allowing Manji’s body to enter hers in this way wasn’t something she had thought about before, but especially when he displayed an obvious reaction, it felt exciting.
Rin managed to get him in about halfway before she had to pause and let her lips close around his shaft. Manji groaned, his clenched fists restrained at his sides. She felt his stomach muscles quake and a deep shiver ripple through his body. Half sitting up, he suddenly clamped his hands on her head and urged her to him, plunging almost the whole length of his henoko into her mouth.
“God…damn…” he moaned. “Oh, girl…”
Desperately Rin tried to keep from choking, her throat rebelling against the invasion. Her whole body heaved and she retched violently with tears running down her face. Obviously she wasn’t quite getting the hang of this…
Manji pushed her away with an agonized grunt. “That’s enough!”
“But…” Rin had to gulp and breathe hard for a few moments to be able to speak. “I want to…” She reached for Manji again, but he rolled away and pulled his clothes back together. “I want to please you, Manji. You’ve made me feel so—”
“That ain’t the point! I’m supposed to be teaching you, not using you…”
“Um…using me? What do you mean?”
“What do I…? Aw, crap.” He clenched his teeth and put a hand over his sweating face. “I ain’t touching that one!”
“Sensei?” Rin sat back, wondering what was wrong. The tightness of the knots in Manji’s jaw told her she shouldn’t persist in asking for an explanation. “Well, we could try it again later, I guess...”
“I don’t think so.” Gradually his flushed color receded; he rose to one knee and gave her a glare as if she were entirely to blame for his momentary loss of self-control. “Look, you got the basic idea, and that’s all you need to know.”
“You don’t want me to do that any more? I thought you liked it…”
“Oh, hell, you think it’s any fun for me watching you work so goddamn hard? If it hurts that bad, don’t do it!” Manji got up and took a drink of water from the bucket and dipper by the door.
Rin knelt on the straw, wiping her cheeks and feeling dejected. She might have done well with her sword today, but in the arts of love she was still a stumbling novice. “I’m sorry, sensei.”
“You think anybody does it like an expert on the first try? Give me a break.” He moved the blanket aside from the door to let in the light.
“But you’re disappointed.”
“Life is one big frickin’ disappointment.” Manji scratched under his ear while examining the late-afternoon sky. “Speaking of which…I guess I’ll try some fishing. The pesky little buggers may be biting by now.”
“All right…I’m not very hungry, though, so if you don’t catch anything, that’s OK.” She took a drink as well, got up and stood beside him.
“You’re not hungry?” He chuckled in disbelief. “You’re kidding me.”
“No…maybe I ate too much at the festival.” She grimaced and stopped herself from putting a hand over her stomach. Her feelings of nausea weren’t going away for some reason, but she wasn’t about to let Manji know that.
“Wouldn’t surprise me.” Manji glanced over at her. “What’s with the long face?”
“I…I don’t know.” Rin looked down and picked at her fingernails. “I keep thinking about Tsukue Ryonosuke.”
“Hey, you shamed that that little twerp just like he deserved! I knew even you could kick his ass, so I figured I’d better let you.” He reached over and tapped a finger on her head in a cajoling way. “I thought you’d be jumping for joy.”
“There was just something about him. He said he loved her…”
“What the hell do you care?” Manji made a derisive sound. “He’s nuts to wear his heart on his sleeve for a cheap trick like that.”
“I don’t know why it’s getting to me.” Rin touched her forehead; her own voice echoed oddly in her ears. “Oh, Manji…”
“I can tell that kid’s had no real martial training at all.” Manji folded his arms and leaned a shoulder against the wall. “He picked up a move or two somewhere, but he hasn’t got a clue on thinking like a bushi.”
“I guess not…he seemed so emotional, didn’t he?”
“Any samurai worth his rice ration knows he shouldn’t get that attached to a woman. Women make a man soft…and that kid was as soft as they come.”
“Make him soft?” She looked at Manji in surprise.
“You ever heard the sutras they quote in military households? Women are filth. Their bodies are full of piss and shit. They bleed every month because they’re the source of pollution and evil. That’s why men have to rule over ‘em, because they’re not fit for anything but childbearing. A warrior needs to save his loyalties for his fellow samurai and his lord, not for some damn female, and getting stuck on a whore is just about grounds for ordering him to cut his belly.” Manji chuckled. “If a woman was supposed to be any good at all, she’d be born as a man instead!”
“Wh-what?”
“Yeah, that’s how it goes—they sure pounded that into my head when I was the same age. A true bushi scorns the whole idea of women. He’s got a man’s job to do.”
Rin recoiled, her lips open in shock and her head whirling.
“And just look at me now, would you? A man’s job? I hang out teaching a girl to fight…and then let myself get suckered into THIS crap on top of it all.” He jerked his head at the bed with a cynical laugh. “Gritting my teeth and trying my damndest not to do the one thing a man ever needs to do with a woman! Yeah, I’m a cunt-licker, all right. How the hell did I end up like this?”
Speechless, she backed away and ran for the woods. So this was his answer…
In her little nest in the pines, she lay curled up and sobbing. She had known Manji wasn’t exactly infatuated with her—she could never have expected that, and it was probably just as well that he didn’t feel that way. But that he had only contempt for her entire sex? That all he really wanted from her was the one thing she couldn’t give him? She cried until her eyes burned. Rocking from side to side with her face in the bed of pine needles, she finally subsided to dry coughing sometime around sunset.
Shadows crept through the trees and grew deeper. A chilly wind blew up, rattling the branches over her head, and Rin heard a shower of rain patter on leaves and needles. Before night fell or the weather got any wetter, she knew she had to find her way out of the woods, but she could not muster the will to get up. Her muscles trembled and she succumbed to a fit of violent shivering. Even her eyes didn’t seem to be working right, since everything rotated around her in a sickening way. Maybe she was dying out here all alone in the cold. Hands over her aching head, Rin lay panting, wishing she could gracefully expire at that very moment.
Someone was calling her name from what seemed a great distance away. Perhaps this was her final summons. Ascending to nirvana on a lotus, she would watch Manji search for her and find only her pitiful corpse. Rin sniffled and moaned. She would no longer suffer pain when she had departed from him forever, but perhaps then he would realize how he had hurt her…
“Rin?” Manji climbed over the arching roots of the pines and gathered her into his embrace. She had neither tears nor strength left, so she submitted to being cradled on his lap, her head clasped to his chest. “Little sister…aw, little sister…”
He rose and lifted her. Rin huddled in his arms, conscious mostly of a seasick swaying motion but clinging to his warmth. Manji carried her all the way over the narrow paths through the rice paddies to the hut. There he put her down on her own bed and covered her with her quilt, as she was shivering uncontrollably again. He laid the back of his hand on her burning forehead and frowned. In her vision, his face wavered and blurred. “Here, you better have some water.” Manji propped her up and offered her the dipper. “Damn, I should’ve looked for you sooner…”
She sipped a little, but irritably turned her head when he urged her to take more. Then she pushed him away, leaned over and vomited on the ground.
“Oh, boy.” Manji held her braids out of the way and made her rinse out her mouth, then mopped up the mess with handfuls of straw. Rin fell back on the bed and closed her eyes.
When she woke, the light was gray through a steady drizzle and the wind whistled over the roof. The high thin notes had a raspy, rhythmic accompaniment. Extended into the periphery of her vision was one of Manji’s bare feet. She rolled over and looked at him, sitting against the wall next to her bed and snoring with his head drooping on his chest. He was fast asleep, but he had obviously sat up with her for most of the night. She had a dim recollection of being sick again and again with Manji supporting her racked body. Each time her stomach ceased its convulsions, she collapsed against his chest and gulped the water that he held to her lips.
Manji stirred at her movement and rubbed his good eye. “Rin? You need a drink?”
“No…I feel better now. You ought to go to bed…” She was wearing only her light inner robe and her braids had been undone; her red furisode was folded beside the bed.
He knelt beside her and laid his fingers to her cheek. “You’re still kind of feverish. Could be all the junk you ate yesterday, and maybe you got a chill out in the woods too.”
Rin turned her face away to avoid his touch. Manji groaned. “Oh, right, you’re mad at me.”
“I don’t know...”
“For crying out loud, kid, I didn’t mean it like you took it. I was ragging on myself, yeah, but all that crap about women?”
“Wh-what about it?” Her throat contracted; she wondered if she was going to throw up again, though her insides felt like an echoing void.
“Give me a break! You think that’s what crosses my mind when I look at you?”
“It doesn’t?”
“It’s bushido, that’s what it is. Bunch of overcompensating bullshit. That’s what the old farts say to get the young samurai’s minds off girls while they’re training.”
“Get their…minds off girls?” Wasn’t that exactly what Manji had been trying to do for himself?
“Yeah, that’s young guys for ya—always thinking about their dicks and where they’d like to stick them. Training ain’t really about swordwork. It’s about making you one of the boys, and women only get in the way of that.”
“You were…part of your lord’s retinue, weren’t you? So weren’t you…one of the boys?”
Something odd passed over Manji’s face, like an unwelcome memory. “For a while.”
“And you said they pounded that into your head. That women corrupted a man. That they were…filth.” Rin’s lips trembled.
“Like having a pair of balls makes me smell any sweeter?” He gave a contemptuous laugh.
“What?”
Manji touched his chest and leaned forward with a serious look. “We’re all filth, Rin. Every one of us. Piss, shit, jism, puke and blood: that’s what the whole damn human race is made of. No one gets off clean.”
“Oh.” Maybe universal cynicism could pass for an impartial outlook…
“Anyway, if spilling blood is what makes pollution, I’ve done a hell of a lot more of that than any woman ever could.” He gave her a one-sided smile. “Which reminds me—is the moon about to rise?”
Rin’s fever seemed to have returned full force; her face burned. “What?”
“My sister used to get kind of pissy around that time, so I was figuring that might have had something to do with you taking that wrong.” Manji shrugged. “But then you never came out of the damn woods, so…”
“Your sister? But how would you have known…I mean, a woman doesn’t talk about that!”
“She couldn’t take care of it herself any more, that’s how.”
“You had to help her?” Rin’s eyes dilated. She could barely imagine a man willing to do such a thing, even for a sister whose shattered mind he blamed on himself.
“Naw…well, once or twice, I guess.” He scratched his head and looked a little sheepish. “I ended up finding her a room above a shop. The woman that ran the place did that kind of stuff for her. So, is it?”
“Um…no. It’s not due for a couple of weeks.” It occurred to her that Manji might want to know about her monthly cycle for reasons other than her moods, and her embarrassment changed nature. “But it’s not always on time…”
“OK, then. I’m gonna go fix breakfast, and I’ll feed you some if you can keep it down. Stay in bed.” He got up and left the hut. In a little while she smelled a fire and the aroma of roasting corn. Rin smiled and curled up, hugging her quilt.
Rain came down in heavy sheets soon afterwards and persisted all day. It pounded on the shingles and poured from the eaves with a loud splashing sound right by her ear. A leak started in one corner of the roof, but Manji soon took care of that with a few wood chips forced into the crack. Then he stripped to his loincloth, picked up a hoe and went outdoors to dig drain trenches around the hut and prevent water from running under the walls.
After finishing the job and putting on his dry clothes again, he stayed indoors with Rin, smoking and telling her stories while she was awake and napping while she rested. She ate a little and drank plenty of water, but her stomach still couldn’t handle a solid meal and she abruptly lost her first attempt at breakfast. When she tried to stand, she staggered with dizziness. Instead of letting her go out in the blowing wet to the latrine, Manji insisted on finding a bucket for her to use, and emptied and washed it after retreating to the covered porch to give her privacy.
When the rain eased a little in the early afternoon, Manji got out a straw cape and hat and went on a brief errand to the village. He returned dripping with water, his sandals soaked and squelching; he told her that the roads were flooding in the low spots and that he had waded part of the way home.
After hanging up the cape to dry under the eaves, Manji unrolled the bundle he had brought and laid out some steamed buns and rice balls for her. Those went down much more smoothly than the tough and fibrous corn, and by evening Rin felt stronger.
Thunder rolled and grumbled in the distance while Rin sat up in bed and ate rice balls for dinner. She arranged the quilt around herself to cover her stomach; after being so unpleasantly sick, she didn’t want to risk another chill. Manji pulled up the corner of the damp blanket and peered out into the growing darkness.
“Damn, the road’s starting to look like a river. Hear that gravel rattling down the slope?”
“The road’s washing away?” She looked up in some alarm.
“Naw, just developing some good ruts. But the water’s probably overflowing the paddies by now. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s waist deep or more at the bottom of the hill.” He let the blanket fall and quirked a brow at her in the lamplight. “So I guess we won’t be able to get to the village until this lets up. Sorry; no more treats for a few days.”
“That’s all right.” Rin finished her meal and licked a few particles from her fingers. “My stomach’s settled down a lot since morning.”
“Eh, I sure hope I don’t run out of tobacco. At least you quit upchucking—I was getting damn tired of cleaning up puke. Not sure what I’d’ve done if you’d gotten really sick.”
Rin smiled at Manji; if he was complaining, it was because he had been worried about her. “You’ve taken good care of me, big brother.”
“What the hell else was I going to do?” He squatted on his haunches next to her, grinned and ruffled her loose hair. “Now that’s a bed head.”
“Oh, is it really messy? I should tidy up.” She felt around for her comb, but Manji’s fingers touched her jaw to turn her face towards him. Rin looked up and he held her gaze.
“Feeling better, little sister?”
“Yes…” Her skin tingled and her heart beat faster. What did she see in the guarded thoughts behind that single eye? “Much better.”
“OK, I think I’ll turn in. It’s getting cold, and I’m gonna try some early-morning fishing.” He leaned over and brushed his lips on her forehead, and then started to get up. “Sleep tight and stay warm.”
“I will.” Rin put a hand on his arm and spoke softly. “Especially if my big brother will too.”
“Huh?”
“Will you sleep next to me tonight? Only if you would like…”
Manji looked at her for a few moments, his expression quizzical. She moved closer and laid her head on his chest, rubbing her cheek against the crisscross scar just below his collarbone. He dropped one knee to the ground, patted her hair and remained silent. She had an idea of thanking him for his kindness, or showing that she pardoned him for his crude talk: more than that, perhaps, but better expressed without words. Was he considering how to refuse, or how to accept? Deep heartbeats reverberated in her skull, echoing the low rumbles of the distant thunder.
With an arm around her shoulders Manji drew her down to the bed; he covered both of them with the same quilt, and then blew out the lantern.
Continued…
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