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Abstinence Education	By : MadameManga Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal Views: 11959 -:- 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 Five

For several straight days this time, Rin left the harigata secreted in its box and tried even more desperately to not think about anything to do with sex. Perhaps if she didn�t betray her own preoccupation with the subject, Manji would be able to forget about it too. And then their life would go back to normal. As if she were still a child instead of a budding woman�
Not a single idea purged from her mind. Images roiled and fermented there, stimulated by Manji�s disquieting presence until she had no idea which thoughts were hers and which she had caught from him like an infection. His mind wasn�t difficult to read right now. It seemed as if every time she glanced up he was watching her with a furtive, half-hostile glower. Even so, he rarely met her eyes. He studiously avoided touching her while they continued their weapons training, and every now and then he bit her head off for nothing in particular.
Manji acting snappish wasn�t so strange in itself, but usually after one of these episodes when he thought her attention was elsewhere, he would head off to the woods and reappear in a little while looking marginally relieved. That never lasted long.
She volunteered to do their shopping just to find an opportunity to get out of his way for a little while, but Manji angrily refused; she was sure to encounter bandits on the road, he claimed, and bandits liked to maltreat girls before they sold them to whorehouses. She would have to stay near the relative safety of the hut. That warning was enough to keep her from wandering far. Rin had never told Manji the entire story of her mother�s rape, but she knew he had some idea what had happened that terrible night two and a half years ago. Whether he meant to play on her personal fears or had simply forgotten the details she didn�t know.
Every time he returned from the market, he brought a large sak� jug and showed signs of having been drinking while he was gone. He would polish off the entire contents of the jug after their evening meal and pass out on the straw. Rin regretted having given him so much money all at once, but she could hardly ask for it back. Manji was usually a relaxed and jovial drunk, but now he was silent and purposeful as he threw back cup after cup of alcohol. He never got sick, though his eye generally looked bloodshot in the mornings and he often acted as if his head hurt.
The tense atmosphere and Manji�s general foul mood were dreadful to Rin�s feelings. Unhappiness drifted around her like a constant fog. Did he blame her for bringing up the question in the first place? Had she only precipitated the crisis by trying to avoid it? Maybe she should just pack up and go, the way she had meant to in the beginning. But how could she leave? Manji had warning now; he might be watching her partly to make sure she didn�t bolt. She had a sense that he would pursue her anywhere she went, just as he had followed her to Kaga and doggedly tracked her to the remote village where they had been reunited.
She had no doubt he would find her again.
Maybe not to claim her or take her, but certainly to fulfill what he saw as his obligation�to keep her under his protective wing as long as he thought necessary whether she wanted it or not. She almost hoped that he would make a move to clarify the situation, though she certainly didn�t want to be forced into anything. He seemed to have resolved to do nothing at all, though he grasped at any straw that would make the task of restraint a little easier, like incapacitating himself with drink. Neither did she dare to say a word herself; she was sure she would only make it worse somehow. Uncertainty tormented her in every waking hour and disturbed her sleep all night long.
Sleep? It was almost impossible as long as Manji was in the room with her and rasping away like a carpenter�s saw. She couldn�t very well ask him to sleep outdoors, so she caught naps in the cool forest during the heat of the day when Manji snoozed on the porch. One afternoon Rin watched until he was sound asleep and snoring, then quietly went into the hut and retrieved the carved box from where she had hidden it in her straw pile. She headed off to the woods and her private nook in the pines.
She didn�t have much confidence that she would be able to achieve her goal and relieve her tension, but she couldn�t keep from trying anyway. Perhaps it would at least make her feel a little better for a while, the way it seemed to do for Manji.
On the quilt beside her she placed her hair rings and then undid her braids. �Manji�� she whispered, caressing her own breasts as she partially undressed. �I�m sorry�I didn�t mean to make you feel bad.� She breathed on the harigata to warm it and cupped it in one hand while testing the degree of the moisture between her legs. Soaking wet and a little swollen: she was almost constantly in this state now, as if her body prepared itself for what it craved even while her mind was in turmoil. �Could I�help you feel better?�
She smiled to imagine Manji smiling again. She missed his jokes and his cynical grin, the casual way he would slouch against a tree with his pipe while he watched her practice her sword strokes. He was usually so confident in his own body. He knew it and what it could do, and how it could serve him. Even though he had been invaded by the strange bloodworms that held him together like the strands of a spider�s web, they would preserve him as he knew himself now until some possibly great distance in the future. He was never going to have to think about the changes of time, or wake up one day to realize he was a different person than he had been in his youth. His body would be familiar to him until the day he died...
�Please, Manji. Don�t be too rough, OK?� Rin laughed softly and started to insert the harigata. �I want to make you happy, but I am a virgin, you know. Not a serving girl who has to do things with all the men in the house if they want it. That�s not my fault, since I�m young�but I�m growing up.� She closed her eyes and sighed. �Oh, big brother�please let me kiss you again, even if it�s just for a little while. I don�t think a little girl could want you this much��
Suddenly Rin felt a disturbance in the air, the nearby movements of someone else, and froze in shock. Intruders so near the hut? She had been caught! She drew a deep, terrified breath and screamed. �Manji! Help�bandits! Manjiii!�
A heavy footfall on the pine needles that lined her bower�Manji sat behind her, stretched out his legs to lie down and threw one arm around her waist.

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