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The thing was that Kujou Sara had always loved Arataki Itto's laugh.
Even now, older, wiser, and years from the girl she had been, she could still picture it. She could still picture him. He always put his entire being into laughing. He would throw back his head and slap his thighs. His broad shoulders, just barely restrained by a slightly too-small uniform, would shake in mirth. His cheeks would be flushed red as the sound of his jollity rang out and bounced around, filling the space wherever he was.
He never restrained his volume, even when it got him yelled at. ("Arataki! Stop yelling!" "Huh? But you're yelling too, sensei! If I'm breaking the rules so're you!") Arataki Itto was always, unapologetically himself, and he was never more so than when he was roaring so loudly it was like he was telling the world, Look at me, look at me!
The then-teenage Kujou Sara, daughter of one of Inazuma City’s most prominent families, whose uniforms were never threadbare nor straining at the seams, whose lunches were always gourmet, never handmade by a loving grandmother, and had the pressure of hundreds of years of tradition, the fate of the family wealth and reputation dropped upon her thin shoulders, "could never."
So she watched from a distance as Arataki Itto was his most authentic self. She became very good at it. She memorized the cadence his speech patterns fell into. She learned the depths and richness of his voice; she spent an evening researching timbre, tessitura and the difference between tenor and baritone. She learned him with the same dedicated focus she gave to her lessons and her archery.
But she never studied her lessons or archery with the secret, ravenous, shameful hunger she gave to anything related to Arataki Itto. She hoarded information about his soy allergy, his obsession with trading card games, his pet bull, and even his onikabuto terrarium. She didn’t even know people kept onikabuto terrariums until he declaimed about it gleefully one lunchtime. After that, she locked herself in her room and obsessively watched onikabuto videos on her burner phone.
Most of all, she learned how to track his laughter. It did not matter where they were, be it the school courtyard, the gymnasium, a classroom, or the streets as he walked home and she got into the limousine. All Arataki Itto had to do was start laughing, and Kujou Sara’s ears would perk up and devour the sound.
She never turned her head, nor made any indication she cared or even knew about his existence. But she listened and drank him up like a woman with the last five drops of water in her Hydroflask.
All of this was to say: five years after high school graduation, Kujou Sara heard Arataki Itto's laugh issuing faintly from the headphones connected to someone's cellphone and snapped immediately to attention.
"What is that?" she asked the owner of the cellphone. He was an employee of Kujou Security, whose name she could not recall at the moment. She would chide herself for that later. It was unseemly to be uncaring of the people working beneath her. But goosebumps were flaring to life on her skin from hearing Arataki Itto for the first time in years. She could not care less about politeness right now.
Said man nearly leaped off his office chair. "Madame Kujou!"
Kujou Sara acknowledged him with the barest of nods. "What are you listening to?"
"Ma'am, it's—just an ASMR VTuber. I listen to him as background noise when I'm working. It doesn't affect my work, it helps me focus!"
She had no idea what ASMR or VTuber meant. Nor did she believe that background noise would negatively affect the man’s work. Had he performed less than satisfactorily, he would have been fired a long time ago. She conveyed the former sentiment, not the latter. She then asked, "What is the name of this… VTuber?"
"Um…" The man flushed hotly. "He's, um, this particular account is akaushiburst on YouTube."
Kujou Sara stopped her flinch with the ease of a woman who had had decades to learn the skill. Ushi was the name of Arataki Itto’s precious bull, who had allegedly been a runt before Arataki Itto had nursed him back to health. She had not doubted the claim. The Arataki family had once been the owners of a large wagyu ranch. Though they had downsized in recent years, they still maintained a hundred or so heads of cattle.
The boast that he rode the bucking bull for fun, however, was something she did doubt.
The evidence that this “VTuber” was Arataki mounted.
She walked into her cold, impersonal office, on the 50th floor of Tenshukaku Tower. She instructed her secretary to permit no interruptions. She locked the door and drew the blinds over the glass wall of windows looking out into the Tenryou skyline.
She sat at her desk and with hands that determinedly did not tremble, typed akaushiburst in the Youtube search bar.
There was an illustration of a bulky, muscled, shirtless man with prominent abdominal muscles. Kujou Sara schooled her face into neutrality, even as her heart beat like a war drum in her ribcage. The illustration looked startlingly like a stylized Arataki Itto, but for the crimson patterns painted upon his body and around his eyes. Similarly crimson horns protruded from a fluffy mass of long white hair. Kujou Sara vaguely remembered that Arataki had once owned such a wig. He had used it for a prank.
Perhaps no one but those who knew Arataki would know that this illustration matched the man so closely. But she knew. The knowledge seared her skin.
She clicked on the first recommended video.
“Hey, baby,” Arataki’s voice issued from her laptop speakers, low and affectionate, and Kujou Sara startled so badly she missed hitting the mute button. She scrambled to plug in earphones.
“Just wanted to call and say I miss you,” Arataki said. Her skin crawled cold, then hot. “I’m sorry this business trip has dragged on so long…”
Kujou Sara stared sightlessly as Arataki Itto spoke to a fantasy lover, whom he had apparently left behind in their shared apartment. His words were in so low a tone they vibrated. His affectionate voice all but stroked her ears as he crooned sweet nothings: I miss you, I think about you all the time baby, have you been eating well?
He would pause after bits of dialogue. Kujou Sara realized that those pauses were for the listeners to fill in their own responses. Perhaps this was what Boyfriend ASMR meant. The listeners would pretend that they were truly who Arataki was speaking to, that they were the lover whom Arataki missed.
“I know you, baby,” Arataki said. “You’ve been ordering nothing but takeout, haven’t you? Babe, you need to eat. I know no one’s cooking is gonna match up to my super amazing yakisoba, but you still gotta eat something, y’know. I promise I’ll cook for you once I get back, how about that? Huh? Huh?” He paused. “Perfect. We’ll make a date night out of it. And of course! Once I get home, I’ll give you the five HUNDRED kisses I’ve saved up for you.” Kujou Sara shivered. “Whaddya mean—of course our e-kisses don’t count!” There was the sound of smacking lips. Arataki must have kissed the air. Her fingernails dug into the polished wood of her desk. “Nor do the other e-things that we do…”
He paused, insinuatingly. Kujou Sara stared, then jolted violently as she realized what he was implying. In the same moment, Arataki roared with laughter. It was the same loud, belly-deep, burst of mirth it had always been. The years had not changed it. The resonant sound crawled into her and made a home in her hollow bones.
“Baby, baby, baby,” he said, then sang the words again, in a vaguely familiar tune. “Oh baby baby. Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing, I’ll stop. It’s just that I miss you like crazy. Wish I could tease you in real life.”
Kujou Sara swallowed. The words rose to her lips. She forcibly pressed a hand to her mouth to stop them from coming out.
“Love you too, baby,” Arataki Itto said. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
He kissed the air again. There was the sound of a dial tone. The video ended.
Kujou Sara sagged back into her ergonomic office chair, feeling like a bird that had just slammed face-first into glass.
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Arataki—akaushiburst—had many such Boyfriend ASMR videos on his profile. There was the counterpart to the first video, [M4A] [BOYFRIEND ASMR] Boyfriend misses you while you’re on a business trip :( || immersive/soft audio, and [M4A] [FANTASY ROLEPLAY ][ROMANTIC] Injured oni falls in love with tengu rescuer.
She inspected the rest, but the most promising was [M4A] [BOYFRIEND ASMR] POV: You and your boyfriend work from home [study/work motivation]. Arataki began the video pretending to be a reluctant boyfriend needing to be coaxed into working. Eventually he gave in: “Okay, okay, you win. I’ll work. But first, kisses?” There were sounds of feigned kisses and low moans that made Kujou Sara dig her nails ever deeper into the indents on her desk. Then there was the rustling of paper and clacking of keyboards as both lovers presumably went to work.
It was strangely soothing, for all that was false. Kujou Sara could see why the office worker had chosen to listen to this ASMR as work motivation. Arataki’s soft breathing and the scratches of pen on paper should have been distracting, but instead it helped her. It was nearly enough to trick her that she was not alone in her office, which had a positive effect on her productivity. She managed to go through several stacks of paperwork that she had almost despaired over earlier that day.
At the thirty-minute mark, Arataki yawned and stretched, and said, “Baby, time for a break. Stand up and stretch your shoulders. No, no, don’t complain. You know it’s bad for you to stay in one position for too long. Yeah? Good. How about you give your boyfriend a hug so he knows your arms are working again?”
“Idiot!” Kujou Sara said aloud, before clapping a hand to her mouth. He couldn’t hear her! This was all fake! But she was blushing anyway. She obeyed his instruction to stretch, pace around the office, and then glance at something green or off in the distance to rest her eyes.
“You’re doing great, babe,” Arataki told her. “Proud of you. My badass love, just conquering the world. Huh? Huh? Nope, I won’t hear any self depra—depri—any downing yourself!” A smile rose to Kujou Sara’s face, as Arataki simultaneously laughed and whined, “Aw, you know you’re the smart one in this relationship. What’s the word? Self-deprecation. Thanks, baby. See! You’re the smartest—” a kiss sound “—the cutest—” another kiss “—the best person in the world. Mwah. Okay. C’mon. Sit back down. I’ll make food.”
There were faraway sounds of clinking utensils, pots, and pans, overlaid by typing noises and rustling papers. Thirty minutes after that, Arataki interrupted his lover again, this time with a plate of food and a request to stop working to “refuel.” Kujou Sara glanced at the time and realized that it was in fact time to pack up and go home.
The video ended soon after Arataki convinced his lover to take a bite. Kujou Sara cleaned up her office and bid goodbye to her secretary and the other office workers.
She decided to order mixed yakisoba for dinner.
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Kujou Sara was closer to twenty-five than fifteen now. There was no longer any Kujou clan retainer to look over her shoulder, ensuring she was behaving appropriately. Chichiue was not there to purse his lips disapprovingly at the hordes of loud, cheerful teenagers streaming from the school gates as she entered the car. But despite her alleged freedom, Kujou Sara fell into old habits without a hitch in her step.
The old burner phone she used in high school had been smashed to bits by chichiue, so she purchased a new one and ensured there would be nothing that identified her as the owner. She signed up for a Protonmail, and used it to create a new Youtube account. The new Youtube account was logged in to a different Mozilla Firefox account. She declined to use “autosave password”. Rather, a secure, non-repeated password was used for both.
Only after such measures did she feel comfortable engaging in akaushiburst’s online presence. Over the next few days, she familiarized herself with akaushiburst's catalogue. Her mornings started with [M4A] [BOYFRIEND ASMR] POV: You wake up with a sleepy, clingy boyfriend || Immersive/cute audio.
Arataki’s voice was sleep-rough as he said, “Good morning, baby.”
The first time she’d heard that rasp, buried beneath blankets at 2am, she had almost dropped the phone on her face.
“Five more minutes?” he begged her. The illustration for this video was his VTuber model in bed, shirtless and messy-haired, the sheets slung low on his hips so that his rendered abdominal muscles and crimson body paint were on view. Kujou Sara never knew whether to stare at that model or close her eyes. It was too close to the true Arataki Itto, but the very nature of the illustration made it a false portrayal of the boy she once knew.
“Fine, fine,” he pouted. “Time for another day of conquering the world, I guess.” A soft kiss sound. “Mm, okay. I might be reconciled to mornings if you keep kissing me like that.”
The fantasy would continue with the feigned lover and Arataki making breakfast together, kissing over the counter. Then there would be showering sounds, the clack of cabinets opening, then clothes rustling. Presumably the lover would ask what they would wear to the office, and Arataki would say, “No, of course you don’t look fat in that, you look sexy.”
Kujou Sara chose a black skirt, a white shirt, and a purple blazer overtop. Arataki told her, “I’ve always liked that color on you, babe. Suits your hair.”
He had said the same thing the day before, when she listened to this exact same audio. She had worn a gray dress with yellow accents. If it suited her hair at all, it was simply because her hair was the neutral color black.
It was false, she told herself, it was all false. But Arataki's voice came from low in his chest, and it thrummed through her in the same thrilling way it always had, but now with the added dimension of age. Something about hearing him call her—the listener—baby made it feel illicit.
But there was nothing illicit in what she was doing. He uploaded the videos. He had a sizable audience, based on the multiple thousand views per video. Not a single one dipped below fifty thousand, and some others breached three hundred thousand. She was merely another number on a screen.
This was meant to be a comfort. Kujou Sara was not quite sure it was.
Akaushiburst uploaded a new video every week, and she found out that the “injured oni” video was one of a series. Apparently, it was possible to understand the story without listening to each audio, but the plot was richer if one listened to all of them. The plot centered upon an oni seeking vengeance upon the humans that killed his family. However, in an ill-fated battle, he was gravely injured and rescued by a tengu.
She knew from an Inazuman literature class many years ago that Itto favored oni. His VTuber model was a stylized, sexy version of an oni, after all. But she had not thought he liked tengu. Tengu were her own favorite yokai.
She clicked the first of the series, [M4A] [FANTASY ROLEPLAY] [ROMANTIC] Injured oni falls in love with tengu rescuer, and settled in to listen.
Heavy breathing.
The sound of pounding feet.
“Gotta get away, gotta get away!” Akaushi whispered. “Fuck. They got me good…it hurts, it hurts. But I can’t let them win…I can’t let them catch me…”
More panting.
“Is that…a house? In the middle of the mountain forest of the yokai? It can't be humans. Maybe…maybe it's another yokai, someone who can help me…"
A pained grunt. Someone gasping in shock. Akaushi whispering, "They're behind me! Please, help!"
A bowstring twanged, Arataki gasped, and someone crashed to the ground.
Trickling water, the soft sound of damp cloth.
"You—you rescued me? Thank you. I'm Akaushi, a crimson oni…And you are a tengu. I can see that. Wow, your wings are…your wings are really beautiful. So black, but in the light they're iridescent purple…Am I allowed to say that?" A pause. Laughter. It stroked something low in Kujou Sara's belly. "I can't compliment my rescuer? Ah, ow, ow, don't hit me, I'll behave, don't kick me out…
"Really? You won't? Thank you. Those humans, they…they killed my family. My parents. My grandparents live on the other side of the mountain…I was trying to get to them, but the humans chased me. I'm sorry to bring trouble into your forest, tengu.
"You don't want me to call you that? What should I call you then? What about gorgeous?"
The roleplay continued on in that vein, with the dialogue implying the roleplay took place over the course of weeks. Akaushi flirted outrageously, but the playful words were edged with so much sincerity and admiration that it almost hurt to hear. He called the tengu beautiful, called their wings strong, kissed their hands in thanks. "These are the hands that healed me," Akaushi said, the words interspersed with soft kissing sounds. "These are the hands that protect this forest. You're an amazing tengu, a way better yokai than I am…" Akaushi laughed. It sounded slightly wet. "And I guess, that's one of the reasons I love you so much."
Kujou Sara squeaked, then buried her burning face in her pillows. Thank Narukami that she was at home, not in the office!
I love you, I love you, I love you. The words rang through Kujou Sara's head. She had heard him say it before, of course. She had listened to many of his Boyfriend ASMRs, and he always said I love you in those videos. But the way he said it in fantasy audio felt, paradoxically, more real. As if he and she could truly be in a rustling forest, hidden away from cruel humans, just two yokai finding their peace in each other…
"R-really? Y-you, you love me too?" Arataki—Akaushi stammered. "You're not just saying that because you feel pressured? You do? You really do?"
He laughed out loud, in dawning joy, before peppering the tengu with kisses that vibrated Kujou Sara's headphones. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I'm so, so happy. I'm so in love with you. It was love at first sight, I think. I opened my eyes and I saw you and I was just gone."
Kujou Sara listened, lips between her teeth and tears prickling her eyes, until the video ended. She was just about to click to part two, when her eye fell upon a series of comments.
cruxofthematter
brooo fr akaushi got me crying in da club. bro got me SHIPPING like the liyue inazuma trade route
beachdoushin
fr fr. bro got me horny AND heart horny
akaushiburst
i got u my bro my guy my dude (>ᴗ•) head over to akaushiburst.carrd.co for the🌶️spicyyyy🌶️ adventures of oni and tengu 💦 (ONLY IF UR 18+ THO)
cruxofthematter
(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
beachdoushin
😳🥵🍆💦
cicinmage
akaushi rly said 🔞minors dni🔞 😂 DESERVE
Spicy…audios…?
Akaushi had audios he wasn't uploading to Youtube?
Kujou Sara clicked the link.
Moments later, she was face down in her pillows, face aflame and suppressing her screams of embarrassment.
"Yes, please, yes, ungh, just like that, my gorgeous tengu!" Akaushi gasped, over wet slapping sounds. “Just, ugh, you smell so good. The way you look, with your wings spread out over me, like you’re still protecting me even now…You make me feel so weak but in the best way, my love. You possess me, you own me. I can’t think of anything but surrendering to you, giving you my cock, giving you everything you want, every piece of me…Yes, love, bounce on me, just like that. Slap those thighs down on my cock. Your cock. You own me. You saved my life, you have my heart, my body is yours. Fuck. That feels so good, ugh—”
“Arataki Itto!” she screamed into her pillow. “What are you doing!!!”
What was he doing to her?! Something within her belly yanked, her deepest most secret muscles clenching at the sound of his voice, at the sound of Arataki Itto in the—she blushed, wished uselessly for ice water to splash on herself—Arataki Itto in the throes of passion.
Kujou Sara had never had time for sex. Had, in fact, no interest in it. She knew the theory of masturbation, and she knew how to make herself come. She’d tried it before. It was pleasant, but not something she cared to take time to do often. There were other things to use her time on.
But Arataki Itto—Akaushi—whomever—begged, “Touch me, please, run your hands all over my body, my chest, my nipples, my abs, all of this is yours,” and Kujou Sara’s entire body came alight.
She slid her fingers down the band of her pajamas and into the wet mess between her thighs.
“Can I come inside?” Akaushi begged. “Will you give me the honor? I want to scream your name and squeeze your thighs, I want to mark you mine just as you’ve marked me yours—yes yes yes ride me, please ride me! Fuck your cock, fuck the oni that you own. You look so gorgeous on top of me, your wings flaring out like that. You’re more beautiful than any yokai, any kami, anyone else in the entire fucking world, I love you so fucking much—”
Kujou Sara bit down hard on her pillow, but it barely muffled her scream as her climax slammed into her like divine lightning.
It seemed to go on and on and on, her fingers rubbing frantically at her clitoris as her vagina twitched and clenched around nothing. “Yes, yes, yes, Itto yes,” she sobbed into the drool-damp pillow, back arched and legs shaking, electricity sparking through her muscles and leaving her weak.
Heaving, she collapsed back on the bed. Then a second bolt of lightning struck her and she jolted back to clarity.
Oh. Oh no.
She just came to Arataki Itto’s spicy audios!!!
In the back of her mind (the front was screaming in horror, embarrassment, and guilt), she thought, So that’s what all the fuss about sex is about.
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Here is a story about Kujou Sara:
When she was ten years old and newly adopted, sweets had delighted her. She carried them around in her pockets and bags, and munched on them joyfully. She had not had such treats before her adoption. The clan retainers had indulged her in this. In fact, some of the kitchen aunties even competed, Do you like mochi, Sara-chan? Here, have some sakura mochi. What about dango, do you like this dango? Here, try some…
Then, after a tiring day at school, she ate some taiyaki and fell asleep at her desk instead of finishing her homework.
She woke up and was told she was no longer permitted sweets, because they made her tired and she was not allowed to be tired. She must carry out her duties as a daughter of the Kujou clan to uttermost perfection.
She agreed quietly. After that, sweets only passed her lips when Kujou Takayuki permitted it, usually at get-togethers of the upper classes, when not eating would have been an insult. She did not have to be told twice; she knew her duty and carried it out without complaint.
Except one day when she was seventeen. She had just finished archery training, and was now pulling out the arrows in the targets and reorganizing the shelves.
“Yo, Kujou,” Arataki Itto called out. “You’re here late.”
“Arataki,” she greeted back, evenly. She did not betray anything of her racing heart. “As you can see, I’m only cleaning up.”
“You gonna be picked up or you walking home?”
“...I will be picked up.”
“Aw, man,” Arataki said, mouth in an exaggerated pout. “And here I was gonna offer to walk you home, like a real gentleman. Tch.”
She stared.
“...Will Kuki and the rest of your gang not miss you?”
He waved a hand. “Aw, it’s fine. They see me every day. You and me, on the other hand, we don’t get to hang out that often, do we? Even though you’re always looking at me.”
!!!
“I do not,” she denied, stiffly.
“Do too!”
“Do not—this is silly,” she said, turning away to pick up her bag and also hide the heat in her cheeks.
“Aw c’mon, you don’t gotta be a Kujou Chicken about this,” Arataki coaxed. “I can feel when you look at me, y’know! What’s a guy to think? Actually I’ll tell you, you don’t need to guess. I bet you really, really, reallyyyy…”
Her heart was in her throat.
“...want to challenge me at Genius Invokation TCG!”
“...what.”
“Gotcha!” Arataki hooted. “Well I gotta tell you, Kujou, I am real good at Genius Invokation TCG. Like, hella good even. Not to brag, but I uh, I totally beat Sangonomiya Kokomi the other day.”
“You did not,” Kujou Sara said, whirling around. “You could not have! Sangonomiya is a Genius Invokation savant!”
“Hey hey hey, you saying I’m not a genius? Those’re fighting words, Kujou!” Arataki’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Kujou Sara had seen those words written in stories but never truly understood what the words meant until she looked at Arataki’s scrunched-up, cheerful face. “Care to back ‘em up with a card duel?”
“I don’t have a deck,” she said.
“We can play on our phones, there’s an app for it.”
Kujou Sara glanced at her watch. There was still time before her driver would come get her.
“...Six rounds,” she said.
Five rounds later, her Guuji Yae, Raiden Shogun, and Dendro Viatrix had soundly beaten his Adventure Challenge pack of rifthounds.
“Aw, man!” Arataki pouted over his cell phone. Kujou Sara could not help noticing that the screen was cracked and the case was held together with electrical tape. “That has gotta be a fluke. Rematch!”
“I can’t,” she said. “My driver just informed me he is pulling into the gates now. I have to go.”
Arataki’s pout smoothed over into something less dramatic, but more real. “All right,” he said, suddenly soft. “But h-hey! You beat me, so you get something in return, okay? A prize!”
“A prize? No, I—” Wildly she thought, what could you possibly give me? Chichiue says your family’s too stubborn to sell your land even though you’re heading into bankruptcy, but of course she could not say that. And of course, her traitorous mind went to exactly what else he could give her, something that was not material in value…
“It’s not necessary,” she managed. “It was a friendly game.”
“Still!” Arataki persisted. He dug into his bag, then crowed in triumph as he pulled out a slightly smushed bag of assorted KitKats. “Here ya go! I’ve been saving these, but you deserve ‘em. There’s uh, there’s milk chocolate, white chocolate, matcha…there’s even wasabi, but I haven’t tried that yet, so be careful!”
He offered her the bag. His eyes were so bright, and his smile wobbled at the edges. She accepted the bag. Their fingers brushed.
His grin steadied and grew to light his whole face. It made him look unbearably, boyishly handsome, his eyes crinkling up at the corners and his slightly sharp canines peeking out from behind pink lips.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Nooo problemo! Numero Uno Itto, I’m graceful in defeatto, but just watch out yo, I’ll beat you next time…Kujou?”
She bent her head to hide a smile. Based on how Arataki laughed cheerfully, she hadn’t entirely succeeded.
When she got home, she hid the bag in a secret drawer she had installed within her bed frame. She ate the KitKats very sparingly, seeing as they had quite a long shelf life. Mostly, she ate them to reward herself for a perfect score on an exam, a particularly difficult bull’s-eye, or the rare moments when chichiue looked her in the eye and said, “Good job, Sara.”
Each time she bit into a wafer and the chocolate melted in her mouth, she remembered the beaming smile on Arataki Itto’s face—bright as sunlight, all for her.
All of this to say: When it came to Arataki Itto, Kujou Sara had no boundaries, no duty—no sense.
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Kujou Sara felt cold, then hot. Her heart beat a drum solo in her ears.
She still had the small bank account her brothers secretly helped her open, before Kujou Takayuki had died and copious amounts of therapy helped all three of them stop living in fear.
Her hands shook.
Ten minutes later, she was out 81,000 mora and screaming in embarrassment into her pillow once more.