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Heavy rain, a dark sky, and loud thunder. A stressful life, aching heart, and so much tension in her body she feels her skin could tear.
Shinobu Kocho’s life. At least that's how she viewed it as of now. She’s soaking wet. The rain has completely drenched her as she stands out in the night atmosphere looking up to a glowing diner sign.
Having nowhere else to go, she walks toward the entrance. The warmth hit her, and the floor filled with water below.
“Hey! Welcome in! Caught in the rain, huh?” A sweet voice meets her ears.
Shinobu looked up. A single employee with bright pink and green hair, green eyes, and a bright smile.
“Yes, as you can imagine.”
She shakes off as much water as she can before sitting at the bar portion of the diner. She watched the smiling woman clean cups and dry off plates. “Just you here tonight?”
The employee never ceases her smile. “Mhmm, yep! I live close by, so I offered to stay behind and close so my coworkers could get ahead of the storm. What about you?” She starts making a random drink.
“Well, someone decided that slashing my tires was funny, so I became stranded. Every place I walked to was closed, except here.” Water still trickles down from the ends of her hair.
The employee walked over and set down a cup with dark liquid. “Black coffee, on the house! You seem like the type to enjoy it. Anyway, I have some spare clothes in the back. I’ll get them.” The woman walks off, and Shinobu finds no shame in gazing over her body. The woman was admittedly pretty, after all. She grabs the hot cup and sips on it.
By the time the woman comes back, the coffee is halfway finished. “Here you go." She hands over the spare clothes. “They might be a little big on you. So…why not call a friend to pick you up or—”
“As my luck would have it, my friend didn’t pick up his phone, and I’ve had too many close calls with strangers, especially at night.” She cut her off while grabbing the clothes. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome! But wait, where are you going to go?” The green-eyed woman looks at her with concern.
“Well, I’ll probably walk to the nearest hotel.”
“That’s almost a two-hour walk! Where do you live? How about I drive you there?”
Shinobu places the clothes near her coffee and begins unbuttoning her dress shirt. “I live about an hour away too. I was here on business.” She takes off her top and exposes her dark-colored bra.
“W-what are you doing?” The woman panics and holds up her hands to shield her eyes.
“I’m quickly changing clothes. I didn’t think it’d bother you. Plus, I don’t want to leave a water trail in your restroom. It’ll be easier to clean in one spot.” She goes on to change her pants.
After a few seconds she speaks up again. “You can look now.” The woman looks over to see Shinobu sitting down again and drinking her coffee.
“You look super cute in baggy clothes!!”
Shinobu side-eyes her. “You’re quite alluring yourself.”
“Um, I’m Mitsuri.” She reaches a hand out for Shinobu to shake it, and she does.
“Shinobu.”
“You’re not a serial killer, right? Or someone who likes to watch others sleep?”
“No? But why do you ask?”
“Well, in that case! You can stay at my place until morning! Can you, uh, pinky promise you’re not going to harm me?” She giggles.
Shinobu’s eyes widened. “That’s…..really sudden. Are you sure?”
“Only if you promise you won’t harm me!” Mitsuri holds out her pinky.
Shinobu smirks. “Not unless you’re into it.” She says it low to herself and giggles.
“What?”
“I was just thinking aloud. Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” She meets Mitsuri’s pinky. “I promise I’m not a serial killer. If you want, I’ll let you take a picture of my ID and send it to one of your friends if you’re worried.” They both laugh.
“No, it’s fine! I trust you. Just let me finish closing, and we can head there.”
“Allow me to clean the water I brought in.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Please, let me.”
“O-okay. I’ll grab the mop.”
They spend the next twenty minutes cleaning and talking. They actually find each other’s company quite nice and easygoing.
The car ride was a little more on the quieter side. Shinobu mostly just watched the road ahead with the occasional glance at Mitsuri.
Mitsuri was actually kind of jumpy from the heavy thunderstorm. Shinobu had to calm her down at times so she didn’t fully swerve off the road. Once they arrived, they took the elevator up to Mitsuri’s high-rise condo. “Your diner job’s salary is enough for this place? Not to be offensive or anything.” Shinobu speaks as they walk to her apartment door.
Mitsuri scratches the back of her neck. “It’s okay. I work two jobs to answer your question.” She opens the door to her apartment. Everything was classy but still cozy. It fit Mitsuri perfectly.
“Your place is beautiful and well kept. I would see why you work two jobs to keep it.”
“Thanks.” They walk in, and Shinobu immediately settles on the nearby couch. The window wall that gave the view of the city below and heavy rain was rather peaceful. Mitsuri disappeared off somewhere, but the view of the outside kept Shinobu’s attention. Despite the rough night she’s had, she was just glad she didn’t have to spend it at some low quality hotel. She should’ve been worried about staying with a stranger, but she was too mentally exhausted for that. Maybe dying wasn’t a bad thing either if Mitsuri was a killer. She’s been through too much to care. The far-out business meeting, the body tension, slashed tires, and now counting on a stranger for a roof over her head were too much stress. She slowly rubbed her temples and laid her head back against the couch.
“Here you go.”
Shinobu jerked from the random voice but quickly realized it was just Mitsuri. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Here’s some better clothes to sleep in. I know you can’t take a shower because of the lightning and such, but you’re more than welcome to freshen up and or use my laundry machine for your undergarments since I can’t supply those.” Her face is a bright red and she’s already changed her clothes too.
“Oh, thank you. Can you point me in the direction of your bathroom and laundry room?”
Mitsuri points down the hall. “Both on your left!” A loud roar from the thunder makes her jump a bit and cover her ears.
“Thanks.” Shinobu walks away unfazed. She finds the bathroom and is blown away by the amount of products there are. A basket of perfumes, moisturizers, soaps, face masks, and more things that Shinobu couldn’t name. After she freshened up and put on the new clothes, she took her time in exploring all the products. She didn’t use them, that’d be rude. She just sniffed every one that she could open. It definitely smelled like something Mitsuri would use. Okay, she couldn’t help herself …she lightly sprayed one of the perfumes and inhaled it deeply.
After she was done, she made her way to the laundry room. She put the other borrowed clothes in along with her bra and underwear. She was used to going without a bra; she found it more comfortable anyway, but going commando—no underwear—was a different story. Still, they were drenched from the rain, and she didn’t want to suffer with that, so she hoped they didn’t take too long to wash and dry. She also had to tie the sweatpants Mitsuri gave her super tight. She definitely didn’t want any slips to happen. For just in-case purposes, she kept one hand on her waistband and gripped it.
Once she got the washing machine to start, she traveled back down the dark hallway to the small light she saw in the living room. There was Mitsuri sitting with her legs crossed beneath her and hands in her lap. She seemed hypnotized by the TV screen.
Shinobu sat beside her with a reasonable gap. More heavy thunder roared, and it made Mitsuri yelp a little out of fear. “I’m coming to terms with you being afraid of thunderstorms.” Shinobu stared at Mitsuri.
“I am! It’s scary!”
“But doesn’t this area get a ton of storms throughout the year? Not to mention your bravery of staying behind at your work to lock up.”
Mitsuri met her eyes. “I’d rather endure being really scared than for my coworkers to be stranded at the diner.” She fiddles with her hair.
Shinobu hums in delight. “I knew you were a kind person just from your looks, but you really are sweet.”
“You’re nice too!” Mitsuri smiles.
“I haven’t done anything?”
“You haven’t been rude or insulting either! So in that case, you’re nice.” She silently claps her hands together.
“Thank you. Tomorrow, when I fix my tires and everything, I’ll be sure to pay you for everything you’ve done tonight.”
“Are you saying we’ll see each other again? We can be friends!” She leans forward on her palms.
“Well, in order to repay you, meeting up is a requirement.”
“You don’t have to do that! I don’t want our next meeting to be on those terms!” She leans forward a little more where their faces are inches apart.
“Friends, huh? I guess it can’t hurt.” Shinobu thinks that maybe Mitsuri won’t kill her tonight.
Mitsuri squeals in excitement. “My phone is charging in my room right now, but remind me to get your number later on!” More lightning followed by thunder sounds throughout the sky, and Mitsuri lurches forward to hug Shinobu. She screams from the sudden bang and shivers in fear.
“It won’t harm you.” Shinobu had stiffened, and her face turned a light pink.
Mitsuri finally pulls away and hugs her knees to her chest instead.
“Maybe watching your show will help again.” Shinobu awkwardly suggests.
“Shouldn’t we turn it off? The lightning is getting worse.”
“If that’s what you want.” Mitsuri turns off the TV and giggles as the darkness embraces them with the occasional light from the storm. “You’re not good at consoling people, are you?”
Shinobu’s eyes widened. “I like to think I am! It’s just that this situation was never a scenario I could prepare for.”
Mitsuri shifts and lies backward with her head resting on Shinobu’s lap. “I suppose it is sort of childish! You seem really mature, so it does seem out of your league.” She laughs. “Can I lie on you like this? You’re comfortable.”
Shinobu looks out to the sky as if to distract her thoughts. “Sure.” For a few moments they stay silent to listen to the heavy rain, but Shinobu speaks again. “I’m finding it hard to believe you’re single too.” She continues staring at the storm outside.
“Do you think I’m even relationship material? So far you’ve seen how I am. I’m childish, weird and overly nice. No one wants a woman like that.” She stares up at the ceiling in discontent.
“Who told you those things? I don’t think you’re weird. From what I know as of tonight, you’re radiant and fun to be around.”
“But is that enough to be loved?” Mitsuri looks at Shinobu, but she’s still staring at the storm. “I don’t think I know how it feels to be properly loved, but I know how to give it. Is that crazy? I’m always so willing to do stuff for others even if they don’t spare me a single glance. Is there something wrong with me? I just want to experience someone’s longing for me. At least once.” She sighs. “Sorry, unloading on you is kind of selfish considering we just met.”
Shinobu finally looks down to meet her eyes. She analyzes Mitsuri for a moment before continuing. “I don’t know about your past, but you’re deserving of love, Mitsuri. Nothing is wrong with you; only a fool would turn away from the opportunity to love you. If anything, those people aren’t deserving of your love. They’re scared. Pathetic and weak.” She noticeably tenses, and for a moment, Mitsuri feels sort of at peace to see someone this upset over her feeling sad.
Mitsuri leans up and looks at Shinobu at eye level. “Do you mean that?”
Shinobu looks a tad angrier after that question. “I’m a woman of my word. I wouldn’t say anything if I didn’t mean it.”
Mitsuri feels a little intimidated but knows the anger isn’t targeted towards her. “If I asked you to love me tonight, would you? The most vulnerable part of me, so you can prove to me I’m not hard to love.”
Shinobu’s anger turns to shock. “Are you suggesting—but—we don’t know each other, Mitsuri. That’s lust, not love.”
“They’re a mix. Are you passing it up after you just said—”
“I know what I said, but you shouldn’t give up access to your body like that. You could get hurt.”
Mitsuri’s gaze falls to her lap, and she says something under her breath. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me, though.” She seemed to have finally sparked something behind Shinobu’s eyes.
A finger is hooked to her chin and brings her gaze back to Shinobu’s eyes. “You are aware of what you’re asking for, right? It may not be as gentle as you expect. Are you sure this is the kind of love you want? Especially from a stranger?
Mitsuri giggles. “Maybe I just want to have fun too! Do whatever you want; just show me I’m worth it.” Her face turns a bright red as if she couldn’t believe the words out of her mouth.
She couldn’t think too much on it before Shinobu’s lips were pressed on hers. Mitsuri’s lips were warm and almost velvety. She found herself lightly biting them and swiping her tongue against them. She did it out of self-benefit, but Mitsuri parted her lips as if it was requested. She was already giving up control, and Shinobu wasted no time in taking advantage of that.
She moved over to straddle Mitsuri’s hips and pulled back momentarily to stare at her lips. The perfect shade of pink and slightly parted to await Shinobu’s arrival once more. Mitsuri followed her lead carefully. She moved slowly if Shinobu did. Moved fast if Shinobu set it that way. She didn’t whine when Shinobu found herself biting her bottom lip just because she had control. She let herself be deprived of air and did a fair job at holding out until she was allowed to breathe again. “You’re pretty obedient, aren’t you? Do you take pride in that?” Mitsuri’s eyes stared at her lips while she nodded as a response. Shinobu curled her finger underneath her chin to bring their gaze to meet. “Mmmm, that’s good to know.”
She rises to stand with a taunting smile. “Mind showing me your room?”
Mitsuri, who was bright red, stood up and slowly walked past Shinobu. It’s…over here.” Somewhere along the short journey, Mitsuri found herself tensing from the increased potency of the thunderstorm.
Once inside the bedroom. It was dimly lit from the streetlights below shining into the window wall next to her bed.
Shinobu immediately pulled and pushed Mitsuri against a nearby wall. Due to Shinobu being so short, she didn’t waste effort in trying to reach her lips. She instead abruptly lifted up Mitsuri’s shirt and went to work with what was in her reach. She kissed Mitsuri’s breasts through the lace bra that was being worn. Her gentle touch explored the lower parts of Mitsuri’s body.
For now, Mitsuri only made subtle gasps and muffled the louder ones with both of her hands.
It was as if Shinobu was praising a sacred piece with a known regime. She carefully lowered herself to kneel before Mitsuri and started kissing her inner thighs through her pants. Those would soon come off too as Shinobu carefully untied her sweatpants and lowered them without haste. Where plump lips met the skin of bare, soft thighs filled the room with a low whine.
Shinobu spent her time carefully marking spots she found favorable before rising back up to stand, her hands tracing a path back to her hips. She reached for Mitsuri’s hands and led her over to the bed, where she kissed her and laid her on her back.
Once straddling her again, she brings both of Mitsuri’s hands to her own breasts and guides her own pleasure. Mitsuri watched, amused and flustered. She watched the woman on top of her throw her head back with low moans while she used Mitsuri’s hands to knead her supple breast. Shinobu wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the shirt, so her sensations were enhanced.
Mitsuri took it upon herself to easily find her nipples and give them a light pinch; Shinobu rocked her hips slightly.
She gripped Mitsuri’s wrists and threw them off before swiftly lifting and raising her shirt over her head to toss away. Her breasts became the star of the show as they were shamelessly revealed. “The same, please.” She requested the woman beneath her to follow suit, so she sat up, her eyes still lingering over Shinobu’s body.
Of course, Shinobu liked the attention, so she slowly slid her hands down her own body as if to showcase and tease her audience. She watched the other remove her bra, but focused to watch in fascination.
Mitsuri was different, she tried to hide that part of her body, but at high speeds Shinobu’s hands were hot on her much larger size breasts and teased them before they were covered.
Mitsuri looked away in embarrassment, but her breathing became ragged as well. “You asked me to love your body, yet you tried to hide it?”
“S-sorry.” She said breathlessly. All the sensations she felt came to a halt and she looked back to Shinobu, whose smile was a little less intense. It was gentle and showed understanding.
“If you become uncomfortable soon, tell me.”
“Why? What’s…wrong?” Shinobu grabbed one of her hands and mysteriously placed her hand at the crotch of her pants. Mitsuri’s mouth fell agape at the rather stiff object she felt.
“I’d be happy to love your body, but only if you can accept mine.”
Mitsuri didn’t say anything for a long moment. It wasn’t common, but it was known for some to be different in their world. She decided she didn’t really care. She gets to feel an attractive woman more personally and intimately than most can. If anything, she found herself growing more heated and squeezing her thighs together. She gripped the bulge she felt and was able to passively stroke it.
Shinobu took that as a positive response and pushed her flat on the bed again; she hungrily pulled Mitsuri’s underwear off, and she herself stood to drop her pants. There, a long and very thick, enticing dick from the loins of this woman.
Mitsuri suddenly grew anxious. She’s not a virgin, but something about this setup made her feel like a beginner. A thousand thoughts came to infiltrate her brain, but Shinobu didn’t care. She was already back in front of Mitsuri and this time between her legs. She went back to placing kisses where she left marks the first time; the skin was extra sensitive this time around.
She was wet, really wet. It almost made Shinobu want to give up her self-control and suffocate herself between Mitsuri’s thighs. She had an urge to make Mitsuri cum until she begged, saying she couldn’t handle anything more.
She fights the embers trying to ignite and spiral out of control. Slowly, she licks her folds teasingly. She merely grazes her clit; Mitsuri lets out a pathetic whine. She continues teasing around the more sensitive parts with no sign of doing anything else. That is, until Mitsuri takes it upon herself to buck her hips upward and find the pleasure she wanted from Shinobu’s tongue pressing against her clit.
A long, drawn-out moan fills the room as she attempts to buck her hips harder, but Shinobu has moved away. “Are you really that impatient? What happened to being obedient to me?” She grabs her member in her hand and slowly strokes herself, letting her self-control totter ever so slightly. A low hum emits from her, and Mitsuri can’t help but feel a little jealous.
“Shinobu,” she breathes out, “please.”
Shinobu pretends she doesn’t hear her. She quickens the pace on herself, and her mouth slowly falls open. “Mmm, please….what? You want me to touch you again?”
“Yes, please.” She has a pleading look in her eye. The head of Shinobu’s length pressed to her entrance.
“Will you be obedient again?”
“Yes, yes! Just hurry!” Granting her wish, Shinobu infiltrates her body, finding her wet enough to not mind disregarding lube. She braces herself by holding her waist.
The woman beneath her cries out. In pain? In pleasure? Shinobu never analyzes; she only continues pushing in about a little less than halfway before stopping. She doesn’t wait for a cue; she immediately starts thrusting but never goes fully in.
Mitsuri throws her head back and arches upward. She finds that Shinobu’s size is thicker than she’s used to. The pain is there, but she likes it. It feels good, and she wants more. She pleads and moans from the pleasure and sees that Shinobu is somewhat trying to pace herself as well.
“You’re tight…maybe too tight. Is this how bad you wanted me inside you? Don’t you feel ashamed? You’re so needy that you shamefully asked a stranger, out of all people, to help you feel your pathetic needs.”
Through Mitsuri’s cries and pleasure, she feels a great deal of humiliation, but it only boils the feeling in her gut more.
“Oh? So you like that?” She pulls out while a trail of Mitsuri’s wetness seeps out onto the bedsheets. The warmth from Mitsuri’s tight cunt was a longing, but something else grabbed ahold of her desires. She had a plan.
“W-why?” Mitsuri whined, and gained no response.
Shinobu leans back down to eat her out. She licked and sucked, all for her own pleasure, not Mitsuri’s. Though, Mitsuri was having a grand time holding Shinobu’s head down and adding pressure so her tongue got every part of her clit.
Her entrance craved to be filled as more of her wetness covered Shinobu’s face. Her body shuddered and began tensing at short intervals. Her legs closed around Shinobu’s head without regard for her safety. She just wanted pleasure. Selfish? Yes, but she didn’t care. Was it irrational to plead with a stranger for sex? Of course!
Her grip tightened and her breathing staggered. Alas she felt pure bliss sweeping over her every sense.
Shinobu’s movements stilled. Mitsuri was left panting and all the more annoyed. “What the…hell…Shinobu!” Her legs loosened for the woman to rise and explain herself.
Except she didn’t. Nothing more than a stern yet amused expression followed by, “On your knees.”
“What?” She sat up.
Shinobu stared at her; she clearly wasn’t going to repeat herself. They both stood and Mitsuri looked at her with shyness.
“Say, you wouldn’t happen to have any toys, would you?”
Mitsuri lowers to her knees and pulls out a box. She starts to stand, but Shinobu tells her otherwise. “Stay on your knees, like that.”
“But–”
“Are you going to be disobedient? I’m trying to be nice, but you’re starting to test your luck a little too much.” She grabs the box out of her hands and searches through; she pretends not to notice the embarrassment on Mitsuri’s face. Especially when Shinobu pulls out a pair of handcuffs. “Interesting.”
“Shinobu, please. I’ll be good, I promise. I just want you to make me feel good. That’s all I want, please. Don’t make me wait any longer!” Her gaze faltered from more embarrassment.
“So you knew I’d ask you to beg? Alright, touch yourself first.” She fiddled with the handcuffs as Mitsuri reluctantly spread her knees apart and started rubbing her clit. The pace was fast and enticing. She didn’t want to go slow; she’s been teased enough. It doesn’t take long for her to work herself up again and start tensing from the brink of her orgasm.
Shinobu kneels down in front of her and kisses her deeply and full of lust. Mitsuri felt herself losing more and more control. She used her other hand to hold onto Shinobu as she felt that her body would go limp afterwards. No, Shinobu grabbed her wrists and stopped her movements… again.
“Shinobu!” They broke the kiss. Real tears started to well in her eyes from frustration.
“Shh. Soon.” She kissed her again, and soon after, she stood up. “Come here.”
Mitsuri obeyed and stood; she was shoved to bend over the bed. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. Shinobu set up behind her and lined up her length back to Mitsuri’s wetness. Wasting no time for a cue, she shoves all of herself in and thrusts fast and deep.
Mitsuri screams out, but the sound is muffled from her face being pressed in the sheets by Shinobu’s hand. She moves her hips backward to meet her halfway. The feeling of being filled has her mind clouded and eyes rolling. Her moans were replaced with more begging to finally cum. She spewed out Shinobu’s name like her life was on the line. It seems she learned well because Shinobu couldn’t help but move faster with no signs of stopping this time.
“Please—I’m close. I’ve been good, please, Shinobu.”
Nothing is said back, just the constant sound of skin slapping against skin and the feeling of her slick drenching the bed.
The thrust slows down but only to add more power. Each one had a new plea.
Just as she was about to reach her peak, “Not yet. Wait.”
“Please, I can’t.”
“Remember your promise.”
“Shinobu!”
“Shh. I just want to feel you a little longer.” All of Mitsuri’s efforts were gone. She could only lie there and focus on obeying. Her walls clenched grossly on Shinobu, and it took everything in her to not release right there in that moment. Something was spoken to her but it was lost in the void of her bliss. The sheets beneath her face were soaked with tears of being overwhelmed. Her head was yanked up by her hair, and she could focus just enough to hear the words she wanted to hear.
“I think you deserve your reward now; go ahead and cum for me.”
Mitsuri’s body spazzed out unlike any other time she’s experienced. All the built-up pleasure was finally released. She felt every inch of Shinobu inside of her, and it was rather comforting in a way. The thrust slowed down gradually before coming to a halt. Shinobu pulled out and examined the limp woman against the bed. She seemed unresponsive. Not even the ambience of the thunder spooked her anymore.
At least she was alive. Her breathing was ragged and out of control, but at least she was alive.
Before Shinobu forgot, she grabbed the key to the handcuffs from the box and released Mitsuri’s hands, but they didn’t move. “Was it…really that much?” Shinobu said softly and almost full of worry. She went over to pet her back and try to soothe her. They stayed like that for a while until Mitsuri was finally able to speak.
“Did you—”
“No, but I’m fine. I’ll be back.” Mitsuri couldn’t protest because Shinobu left in a hurry while also reclothing herself.
She was able to finally climb completely on the bed and lie against the pillows. Her bra and underwear were within reach, so she slowly but surely put them on. Maybe she should’ve been fearful of a stranger wandering her house alone, but she trusted her with her body, so what could go wrong?
Shinobu returned with a glass of water. “Sorry I took so long! I didn’t know my way around your kitchen.” She set it down and walked over to Mitsuri, who seemed close to drifting off. “Are you okay?” Mitsuri nodded.
“Lie with me.” Her voice was hushed and soft. This time, Shinobu obeyed and climbed in behind her. The purpose was to love Mitsuri, was it not? She admittedly lost sight of that, but now she would focus purely on that. She gently rubbed her hand all along Mituri’s body and placed kisses on her back.
“Mitsuri, you’re beautiful! I want you to know that. In the little time I’ve spent with you, I know you’re a bright person to be around. You’re not too much for anyone. You’re easy to love, and your body is one that I favor. You do deserve love, and not just for tonight. I also got a little carried away; I’m sorry. Admittedly I probably wasn’t the right person for this task, but at some point during tonight I hope you felt valued.”
Mitsuri put in the rest of her energy to turn over and face Shinobu. They held eye contact for a while before she giggled. “Yea, I can tell you got a little carried away, but it's fine. It was fun.”
Shinobu smiled. “Tonight started off bad for me, but after seeing how it turned out, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” They smiled into each other’s eyes. Mitsuri slowly inched closer and stared at her lips again. It wasn’t the lustful tension in the air that they felt right now, only a soft and comforting connection from each other. Their lips pressed together once more, but this was much more gentle and at a slower pace. It was filled with true love and something they wouldn't want to forget.
To Shinobu’s surprise, Mitsuri straddles her and pins her wrists back.
“What are you–”
“I wouldn’t be completely satisfied unless you got your reward too. I like pleasing others, can’t you tell?” She laughed.
She used one hand to hike down Shinbou’s pants just enough to release her member, that still throbbed with anticipation, and moved the lining of her underwear to hastily lower herself onto Shinobu and ride her.
It was only then that Shinobu’s hard exterior crumbled from pleasure.
It was only then that Shinobu realized that Mitsuri wasn’t an innocent, horny and clueless woman.
She was indeed just as dominant as Shinobu if she chose to be, and Shinobu learned that the hard way when she instead was the one to beg that she couldn’t take anymore later on that night.