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Tug-of-War	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 57788 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Keitaro stifled a yawn as he unlocked Hinata’s front door. After his…whatever last night had been, all he wanted to do was curl up on his futon and sleep for eternity. Haruka’s tea was a lone dissenting voice against the sea of protest from Keitaro’s exhausted body. He stepped into the foyer and kicked off his shoes. He’d straighten them later, but first bathroom, then bed.
As he stepped around the antique screen by the front door and towards the stairs, something caught his eye. In the living room, lying curled up on the couch was Naru. She was still wearing her clothes from the day before and clutching a small stuffed animal to her breast. Keitaro stared in confusion as he padded into the living room. What was she doing here? She hadn’t been studying. There were no books around her, and her glasses were nowhere in sight. Keitaro hoped she hadn’t fallen asleep with her contacts in. For a while he stood there, watching the steady rise and fall of her breathing as he tried to figure out why on earth she would be sleeping here and not in her room. Could it be that she had been waiting up for him? The idea seemed ludicrous. Did she really care enough to wait for him to come home? It didn’t seem like the action of a woman who had made a bet to sleep with him. But he could find no other explanation for her presence. Could he have been wrong, had she meant what she said that night about liking him? It was so hard to know with people who had hurt you. Was he more to Kitsune and her than a convenient body?
Keitaro yawned. It was too early in the morning for this kind of wondering. He retrieved a quilt off a nearby armchair and draped it over Naru’s feet. As he pulled the covers up over her, he caught sight of black markings on the bottom of the stuffed yellow…whatever it was under Naru’s arm. Keitaro squinted at the childish scrawl smeared and faded by time:
Na Na, Kei Kei, and Sumi: Best Friends Forever.
Keitaro smiled at this window into the child that had become the young woman before him, and laid the blanket over her shoulders. He tiptoed out of the room and padded up the stairs where he got his third surprise of the morning. As he passed Kitsune’s room, he saw that her door was open. Curious, he peered inside and saw Kitsune lying on her futon with Shinobu. Kitsune was cradling the little chef in her arms like a mother would her child. Shinobu’s sleeping face was one of relaxed contentment as she snuggled against the other girl’s chest. It wasn’t hard to guess what had happened. Keitaro knew, even though Shinobu tried to cover it up with her eagerness, that she had trouble sleeping at night. He didn’t blame her. No, the real surprise for him was Kitsune. Why was it that, just when he thought he had his tenants figured out, they surprised him? How could a woman who used him for sex be the same woman with her arms draped lovingly around a frightened girl?
Keitaro knelt beside the sleeping pair. “This isn’t fair, you know. How am I supposed to stay mad at you when you do things like this?”
Tsuruko hummed as kisses were peppered against her elegant neck.
“It’s not even noon, darling. I thought I was the insatiable one.”
“Can’t help it,” Shinosuke replied between love bites. “You know I can’t resist you. Besides, I want to get in what I can before your sister arrives.”
Yes, Tsuruko realised as her husband continued his ministrations; they would have to be on their best behaviour for the next couple of days. Motoko had never warmed to any man, save for their father; and Tsuruko knew full well that it was only her marriage to Shinosuke that saved him from bearing the full brunt of her sister’s misandry.
“Then perhaps we should take this somewhere else,” she said, leading him out of the dojo and across the compound towards the small house they shared on the Aoyama grounds. “My skills are going to rust because of you,” she teased. “Before you came along nothing would have distracted me from my morning exercises.”
Shinosuke smiled – it was all he dared risk walking in the open away from the relative privacy of the dojo. “All part of my master plan to subdue you and make you mine.”
Tsuruko giggled (a sound that would have shocked her students) as she looked at her husband – her Shinosuke who was so serious with his pupils – and gave thanks for this side of him that only she ever got to see.
“But I’m already yours, my love,” she said once they were safe inside the house. “Heart and soul.”
Shinosuke reclaimed her neck as his hands drifted over her gi to rest on her belt. With coordination borne of practice, he undid the belt and let it drop to the side. Tsuruko cooed her approval in her husband’s ear, and reached for his belt as he busied himself with unwrapping her sarashi. Often, he referred to the tight cloth as a cruel method of torture by denial, but she knew deep down how much he relished exposing and stroking her alabaster flesh inch by inch. She slid his gi off his shoulders and reached down to untie his hakama, shuddering with pleasure as she caressed his toned abs.
He caught her lips mid-shudder and searched her mouth. Her tongue rose to meet his, and they played for dominance as their hands made journeys known by heart. With one last pull, the ties on Shinosuke’s hakama came loose. She pushed them down and reached through the pouch of his boxers to grasp his hardening manhood. He grunted against her lips, reclaiming control when the last of her sarashi fell away by cupping her liberated breast.
A few delicate pinches on her nipples later, and Tsuruko pulled her head back. “You know what happens when you tease,” she said with a dangerous glint in her eye, right before she tripped his legs out from under him.
He fell to the tatami with a grunt, and caught the back of her knee with his foot. She fell on top of him and her hands shot out of grasp his wrists and pin him. He pushed back and she giggled as he rolled her onto her back.
“Give up?”
She licked his cheek, and used the distraction to shove him off. “Never.”
“I thought you said you were mine,” he said as they made circles around each other.
Tsuruko tied her gi in a clumsy knot, and shook her once pristine hair out of her face as she gave her husband a wild smile.
“My heart and soul, yes. But I insist on making you work for my body.”
She grabbed her hakama and ran through into the back kitchen and up the stairs.
“Insufferable wench!” Shinosuke called after her, reaching for his own clothes.
When he made it to the bedroom something close to dressed, she was waiting for him in the balcony doorway.
“Nowhere to run.”
She pouted and stepped back onto the balcony. “Words of an uncreative mind, my love. There are always places to run.” Then she leapt up and out of sight.
He ran onto the balcony in time to see her leap off the roof of the next house over and towards the compound’s south wall. Then she was gone.
Shinosuke stared after her with a rueful smile. “I should have listened to Mother and married a nurse.”
Then he was off after her.
The southern forest was filled with the sound of feeding birds as Shinosuke touched down on the forest floor. He knew he wouldn’t have too far to go. Time was short, and there were only so many places that Tsuruko liked to play. Besides, he had greater faith in his own staying power than he did in hers, it wouldn’t be long. She’d give him some clue. Once he was out of sight of the wall, he came a clearing that he knew to be one Tsuruko’s favourite places: for meditation, for training, and for fun. The sun shone beneficently between the trees and upon the green grass and wildflowers. It was this clearing where she had become his wife.
A twig snapped to his right, and he knew that he’d chosen well. A master such as she would only have made such a noise if she’d meant to be found. It was time for his part of the game.
“Insufferable wench,” he called into the trees with a smile.
The sound of giggling echoed through the trees.
He circled around the clearing, eyes darting from tree to tree, ears on high alert, searching for the source. “Such a disobedient woman. When I find you, I’m going to punish you like a bad girl deserves to be punished.”
More giggling. It seemed to be coming from further south.
“I’m going to spank you until your ass turns red. Then I’m going to tie you down and tease you all over. Your nipples, your clit, that little spot below your right shoulder, I’m going to play with all of them until you’re gushing, just begging for me to stick it in you.”
“Promises, promises,” his wife called. Now she was to his left.
“But I won’t. I’ll leave you high and dry until you can’t take it anymore, like that time in Saipan, remember? Yep, I’ll just wait until you’re about to lose your mind.”
He felt her hot breath against his ear, and it was only years of training that kept him from succumbing to that electrical pulse of terror, the feeling of prey realising its predator was right behind.
“And what makes you think I’d let you do all that?” she asked as he turned like a rusty gate.
Oh God, that smile. She only ever showed that smile on the battlefield and in the bedroom, and in either case the outcome was certain. In a second he was on his back and she above him letting her hakama drop. She stepped so that his head was between her feet and he could see that her fundoshi was soaked through and her thighs damp with her moisture. She knelt down and bent over to undo his pants. He could smell her arousal just out of reach. He craned his neck. Far be it from him to deny his lady. He reached up to push her underwear aside and swiped at her soaking pussy with his tongue. She gasped against his pant leg as she slid them down and ground her sex against his face. He clutched at her hips he licked and sucked at her, shivering as she exposed his cock to the cool autumn air. He’d never fully understood her preference for making love outdoors, but he was far from complaining as she ran her lips over the length of his cock, her tongue darting out to lick the underside as she worked from root to tip.
He felt her thighs begin to quiver against his head as he sucked on her clit and inserted two fingers inside her without resistance. Tsuruko returned the favour by taking his entire length into her mouth and, drawing her cheeks in, made a slow maddening retreat until the head came out with a pop. She trilled her tongue over the head of his cock, and repeated the process over again and again while her husband’s tongue ran circles around her clit and his fingers fucked her. Then she turned her attention to his balls, jerking on his cock as she sucked one and then the other, batting them with her tongue. He stopped his thrusting to lick his fingers – how he loved the taste of her – and was just about to begin again when he felt something strange. What was she…Oh, God, she was jerking him off with her hair.
He groaned at this completely new sensation, and nearly bucked as she continued to suck his balls while she stroked him with her luxuriant mane. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, so soft and gentle. He tried to keep his composure, but it was too much.
“Tsu…Gonna come…”
And then the feeling was gone as she pulled away completely.
“Not yet, you’re not.” She grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed.
He growled at the sudden discomfort, digging his fingers into the ground beneath, raging at the completion he’d been denied.
“Damned succubus.”
“The only place you’re coming,” she stood, and sidled over until she was facing him, straddling his stomach, “is inside me.”
She leaned down to lick her juices off his face before giving him a deep kiss and leaning back to grab his cock. She rose on her knees and slide back until his shaft was resting against her pussy. She thrust up against him, brushing his shaft up and down against her sopping pussy, and bit her cheek to keep silent. Shinosuke growled and grabbed her wrist. She looked down at him.
“That’s more than enough foreplay for both of us, I think,” he said, using a tone and expression he reserved for petulant students. They were evenly matched. He could easily have overpowered her, but this was her game now; and, frustrated as he was, he couldn’t wait to find out how it would end.
She nodded and raised her hips until the entrance of her pussy was poised over his cock. He gripped her hip with one hand and prepared to guide his cock into her with the other. She smiled down at him as she interlaced her hand with the one he had on her hip. He smiled back and pulled her down until his cock was buried all the way to the hilt. He laced the fingers of both their hands and waited for her to rise before thrusting up to meet her upon the return. They stared at each other unblinking as they retreated and clashed together in perfect unison. They were almost of one mind and body as they both entreated the other to read the love they bore in each other’s eyes. Then she changed up her rhythm, swivelling her hips from side to side and in circles as she slid his cock in and out of her clasping pussy. Her pussy began to spasm as if trying to pull his cock deeper inside, and Tsuruko collapsed against him as she rose and fell as fast as she could manage.
“Love you, love you,” she murmured against his lips and cheeks, half delirious.
Shinosuke fought to keep up his own thrusts as her pace became frenetic. Them she fell against him completely, sliding up and down against him as her pussy continued to try and milk him of what it craved. He released her hands to wrap his arms around her as she fucked him.
“Its coming, Tsu. I…”
“God, yes!” She gripped the side of his face. “I want it. Give me your baby!”
That did it. With a roar he pushed her over and rolled on top of her. She cried out in delight as he thrust with everything he had. She’d be bearing reminders of this encounter for days, he hoped as he thrust so hard he could hear the slap of their hips and bit down on that favourite spot below her right shoulder, that little spot he’d discovered by accident on their honeymoon. Her pussy clamped down on him so hard he thought she’d trapped him. A deep moan grew in her chest and came out as a scream as she dug her nails into his back and sang her pleasure for all to hear. High above them, a flock of startled birds fled the trees. He laughed at the sound of them flying away and looked down at his wife. Her eyes were far away as she panted out a few breathy screams and her hips quivered and thrust against him. A single tear travelled down her cheek, and he kissed it away.
He lay against her until he felt himself grow soft inside her and began to withdraw, only for her to grip his hips.
She pouted. “Not yet.”
He chuckled. She was always so tough with everyone. Beautiful and regal, to be sure; but she was always the serene warrior with everyone else. It was only he who got to see the other side: the little girl who liked getting her way and loved to be held.
“It’s almost time. She’ll be here soon.”
Tsuruko sighed and released her grip. “I suppose this shall have to keep me warm while Motoko is with us.”
“I aim to please.” His expression turned serious. “Are you concerned?”
She smiled and threaded her fingers through his hair. “I am. She isolated herself from the world at Hinata House in order to control the condition, but it seems that the world has come to her. I fear she may not be strong enough.”
His expression turned wry as he stroked her mane. “I hope she is for the sake of the man, whoever he is. I think she might kill him before appearing weak in front of anyone.”
“You may be right. That is why we must guide her.”
“We?”
“Indeed. Apart from our father and this new manager, you are the only man in her life. I will be counting on you.”
He sighed. “I don’t know what I can do. You know how she hates me.”
“Not you, what you represent.”
“Is there a difference?”
“All the difference in the world.” She kissed him. “I know you as the man I love beyond all else. She knows you only as the interloper who stole her sister.”
He nodded. “All right. I’ll do what I can. Now we’d better get going before we’re missed.”
He reared up and looked down at the woman naked and spread before him. It would be so easy to shun the world and take her again; but duty called. As he pulled away, his eyes lingered on her stomach. He ran a palm over the taut velvet skin. They had only been trying for a little while, but would this be the time? He looked up to see her looking at the same spot, her eyes held same question.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he pinned her arms.
“Making sure,” he said, brushing his newly hardened member against her sex. “I figure we’ve still got five minutes to ourselves anyway.”
Motoko was grateful to see the students were all hard at training when she arrived at the Aoyama compound. Mother must have been away. If she were there, there would have been a column of people waiting to greet her at the gates. As it was, Motoko looked like any other student once she passed through the open gates. She paused to watch the form of the morning class as they went through their opening drills. As she watched the younger girls, some of them as young as thirteen, go through their katas, she wondered why she had left in the first place. She belonged here among her sisters of the sword, working for the betterment of their technique and spirit. A far better life than the one she was stuck with, keeping an ever watchful eye on the lecher.
He had not been awake when Kitsune and she had left together for the train station. That suited her fine, for she had nothing to say to him. Kitsune had looked disappointed though. When Naru had informed her at breakfast, there was a flicker of something that had passed over Kitsune’s face. Motoko had no idea what it was, and if it hadn’t been for her training in reading the faces of her opponents she’d have missed it entirely. Motoko shrugged and continued through the courtyard. Kitsune’s relationship with their unwanted manager was no concern of hers.
She mounted the steps to the main house at the centre of the compound; a castle left over from the late Tokugawa era. It and the surrounding lands had been given to the Aoyama family as recognition of service to the Shogun. The ornate carvings and sculptures that covered the mansion’s three floors had always seemed gaudy to Motoko; ill-befitting a family whose credo was to sacrifice material gain in favour of a life of training and service. Still, she supposed an impressive structure was necessary to knock the uninitiated into appropriate awe in order to advertise the school’s many services.
Then, just as she reached the summit of the vast stone staircase, just as she was thinking about how great it was to return home, she came face to face with the reason she had fled it in the first place. He stood there next to her beloved sister, a plastic smile stretched tight across his face: the Destroyer.
Tsuruko stepped forth to greet her. “Welcome home, dear Motoko.”
Motoko bowed low. “Thank you, sister. It is good to be back.” She gave the Destroyer a quick bow, not trusting herself to speak. “Mother and Father are not here?”
Tsuruko shook her head. “They are overseeing construction of the satellite school in Okinawa. They send their love. She gestured into the house. “We’ve set luncheon for you.”
“Thank you, sister, but I am tired from the journey. I would like to freshen up a bit first.”
“Of course, you’ll find your old room as you left it. I’ll have someone prepare the bath for you.”
After a few words to the Destroyer about delaying lunch, the three of them parted, and Motoko found herself in her old room. Her old futon had been laid out for her with a set of towels, and her walls were still decorated by the same collection of swords and wood block prints depicting battle scenes. The only thing that seemed new was the fresh air streaming in through the open window. As she stripped off her gi and hakama, she felt a familiar pang in her stomach. She looked at the clock on the wall, and realised she’d lost track of time. It had been hours since her last dose. How could she have let it slip by her? Water, she needed water. She dug through her bag, grabbed the small pouch at the bottom, and ran down the hall to the bathroom. She let the water in the sink run hot, filled a glass and emptied the last of the pouch into it.
She began to tremble and sweat as she watched the water changed colour. A wave of dizziness struck her and she staggered over to the bathroom door and slammed it shut.
‘No one, no one must see.’
She checked the glass, but it still wasn’t ready yet.
‘Come on, come on.’
She shuddered as prickles danced across her skin. It hadn’t been this bad in a long time. Why now? Was it the stress of living with the lecher or was it because she had returned home? Motoko fought to keep from crying out as another wave knocked her off her feet. She turned a fearful eye to the counter.
‘Please, God.’
Yes! Finally, the medicine was ready. She lunged for the glass and swallowed the contents in one shuddering gulp.
After a quick bath, Motoko and Tsuruko sat down to a simple lunch. The Destroyer was notably absent, but Motoko said nothing as she exchanged news over rice and grilled fish. The symptoms were under control for now. There was no need to bring it up this early. After the meal, they stood up from the table and Tsuruko led her to the back of the main house.
“How are you doing?” she asked.
“My skills continue to grow. I practice each day as you taught me to refine my technique. At present I am working on the second form of the Stone Cutting Sword.” Tsuruko must have been taking her to the dojo to test her skills.
Tsuruko nodded her approval. “Very impressive, but that wasn’t what I meant.” She came to a full stop and fixed her sister with a look of concern. “How are you coping?”
Motoko swallowed. She thought about trying to downplay the severity of her attacks, but after that moment in the bathroom, even she knew that she needed help.
“The symptoms seem to be getting worse since the man arrived, sister, and I am out of medicine.” She bit her cheek. “Why did that man have to come?”
Tsuruko sighed. “I am sorry, little sister. The apothecary is working on a new batch. How do you deal with the symptoms, besides the medicine I mean?”
“How else?” Motoko shrugged. “I train.”
“Is that all?”
“What else is there for me to do? If I train enough, I’ll be able to control the symptoms.”
“No.” Tsuruko shook her head. “It’ll never be enough.”
Motoko froze as fear welled up inside her. Tsuruko, her sister with whom she shared this disease was telling her that all her training, all that she had devoted her life to would never be enough to conquer it. She ground her teeth, trying to quell the rising tremor from within.
“That can’t be true sister!” she said, cursing herself for the warble in her voice.
Tsuruko placed her hands on Motoko’s shoulders. “I once thought as you,” she said with a sad smile. “I thought that I could conquer anything so long as I had a sword in my hand. Even this. But I couldn’t.”
Motoko felt a prickling at the back of her eyes. No, she wouldn’t. Not even in front of Tsuruko; especially not in front of her.
“But the sword is all I have. What else can I do?”
Her sister gave her a hopeful smile. “Let me show you something.”
To Motoko’s surprise, they didn’t go to the dojo. Tsuruko led her out of the back of the house to a small attached green house. Rose bushes lined the glass walls. At the centre were tables with raised beds full of daisies, tulips, sunflowers, and a few others Motoko didn’t recognise. Nearest to the door was a table with half a dozen bonsai in neat arrangement. A set of small grooming tools sat on the left hand side of the table, waiting to be used.
“When did you build this, sister?”
Tsuruko sat down at the table and reached for a tiny pair of shears. “Not long after you left. I have always been interested in bonsai, but I decided I needed a larger space.” She cut a pair of leaves off one of the trees. “This is where I come when I need to be alone. Even Shinosuke rarely sets foot in here.”
“I am honoured,” Motoko said, not knowing what else to say.
Tsuruko continued her pruning. “Before Shinosuke, I was where you are now. I thought that if I made myself stronger, I could beat the condition on my own, that it was just a matter of working harder to attain a physical mastery. But I was wrong. If anything, the symptoms became worse.” She set down the shears. “One day – you were away with Mother at the time – I had the worst attack I’ve ever had. I could barely move without the symptoms attacking me full force.”
Motoko suppressed a shudder as her mind travelled back to the bathroom. “What did you do?”
Tsuruko turned in her chair to face Motoko. “Father was there to help me through it. He held me and gave me my medicine until the worst of it passed. Then we talked through everything that I had been doing. We consulted the family history for clues about what to do. It was because of him that I was able to realise my mistake.”
Sister made a mistake? To the best of her knowledge, Motoko had never heard Tsuruko admit to being wrong.
Tsuruko continued, “The disease attacks more than just your body, Motoko. If you seek only physical perfection without attaining a peaceful mind and heart, you’ll be lost.” Her façade broke and she seized her sister’s hand, staring up at her with fearful concern. “You must find something that can calm your soul. You have read the stories as well as I. You know what is at stake.”
Motoko gripped her sister’s hand, drawing strength from her. Indeed she did know the stakes. Not all Aoyamas had grappled as well as Tsuruko or their mother before them. Tragic tales littered the family chronicle of ancestors being driven mad by the ravages of the disease.
“Think,” Tsuruko said. “Surely there must be something for you beyond the sword, something that you can use to channel your frustrations and pain.”
Motoko searched, but came up empty. The sword was her life. “I will search, sister. But it would be much easier, if that man weren’t hampering me.”
“Tell me about him, this new landlord of yours.”
Motoko scoffed. “What is to be said? He is led around by his hormones as all men are. He is untrustworthy and incompetent, yet continues to chase the ridiculous dream of trying to get into Tokyo University.”
Tsuruko smiled. “He sounds quite ambitious. Not an undesirable quality.”
Motoko crossed her arms. “You sound just like them.”
“Who?”
“The others. No matter how much I try to point out the truth, they always defend him.”
Tsuruko sighed. “It must be hard carrying that standard all on your own. Why don’t you put it down?”
Motoko recoiled as if her sister had made to strike her. “What can you possibly mean?”
“Please listen.” Tsuruko took her sister’s hand again. “You know as well as I that those of our ancestors who try to grapple with this alone never succeeded. Maybe if you saw this man as a person rather than an enemy, he might be able to offer you some solace as you work towards ending your suffering.”
“Ridiculous!” Motoko pulled out of Tsuruko’s grasp. “I’d sooner die then let a lecher like that near me. How can you ask it of me?” She turned on her heel and ran from the room.
As she turned a corner she ran headlong into something. She cried out as she bounced off it, only to be steadied by a powerful pair of arms.
“Easy there,” Shinosuke said.
Motoko jerked free of his grasp. “I don’t need help.”
Shinosuke didn’t comment, but said, “Is Tsuruko around? One of the junior instructors needs her advice.”
“In the greenhouse,” Motoko replied, already walking away.
“Is everything all right?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Then she was gone.
The moment she reached her room, she shut the door. Her heart was pounding. It had been the moment she had felt him touch her. She never should have come here. Not while the Destroyer – no, Shinosuke – Shinosuke was here.
“Curse them both. Why, why did they have to get married?”
She didn’t know who she blamed more. Her sister had been so pure before he came. She would never have let herself be swayed from the sword. Marriage had made her weak. Why else would she spout all this nonsense about unquiet hearts and minds? Shinosuke, Shinosuke had made her this way. Damn him! Why did he have to take her away?
“Why couldn’t you…see me instead?”
Prickles travelled across her skin. A symptom? No, it was too soon. It was him, it had to be.
“Sister, why did you leave? Why did you take him from me?”
She shut her eyes, but all she could see was Shinosuke, smiling, training, laughing; but then Tsuruko invaded, and Motoko saw her sister and Shinosuke walking arm in arm, saw them kiss, saw them…
Motoko felt herself grow hot, felt the heat spread out from her stomach and spread to her womanhood. She knew she shouldn’t, but…being stuck with a man like Urashima, and now seeing Shinosuke again was too much.
She slipped a hand under her hakama pants.
She needed relief.
“Oh, Shinosuke…”
Her womanhood was already slick, and her fingers slipped inside without trouble. Motoko bit into her sleeve to keep from screaming as she pumped her fingers in and out of her throbbing sex. In her mind, she saw Shinosuke on top of her, imagined his fingers in place of her own. Her palm brushed against her clitoris and she yelped as her hips bucked up to meet it. Emboldened, she ground her palm against the little bud over and over as her dextrous fingers did their work. Her inner walls clamped down upon them and she cried out as a small explosion sent shivers of pleasure through her.
She sank down onto her side. Tonight, she would sleep alone, and her sister and Shinosuke would go to their bed chamber. She would bare herself to him and he would lie on top of her and…and…
Motoko gasped, and realised that her fingers had begun their work again. It would take more than once to drive Shinosuke from her brain.
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