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Trapped under the Beast's Claw	By : Mina-chan95 Category: +S through Z > Togainu no Chi Views: 147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story was made for fun and definitely NOT for making profit or money out of it. Trust me, Mina only sees writing as a hobby and her passion. More important, I do NOT own Togainu no Chi.

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A/N:
Alright!~
New month - new one-shot~
For sure, who knew that all I needed shikiaki yuri to beat my writer-block ^^
Also, a huge disclaimer:
⚠!DO NOT ATTEMPT TO PIERCE NIPPLES OR ANY OTHER BODY PART BY YOURSELF AT HOME!⚠
⚠!ONLY ENTRUST THAT TO THE LICENSED PROFESSIONALS BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT THEY ARE FOR ALONG ADVISING YOU WITH PROPER AFTERCARE!⚠
In any case, it seems that I've learned something new by working on this story too (no matter how embarrassing research was, but it was still fun)
So, I'm leaving you the list of sources I've used:
- Nipple Piercing Information & Aftercare- https://www.urbanbodyjewelry.com/pages/nipple-piercing-information-aftercare
- Nipple Piercing: All The Details You Can’t Live Without - https://piercingya.com/piercings/body-piercings/nipple-piercing/
But, yeah, it is also my first time making r-18 yuri fic as well. So, please be gentle on me and let me know whether I should or not make fics like this in the future.
A-anyway,
As always,
Enjoy!~
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A couple of days have passed since the ruthless grim reaper of Toshima as Shiki brought Akira to her apartment.
Despite having guaranteed shelter from wind and rain and not needing to worry about food and water, the silver-haired woman is already tired of being a prisoner who is still alive for whatever reason.
She can swear that she is nothing more than a pastime for the red-eyed swordsman, who only returns to sleep and uses her as a cushion.
More so, before disappearing, for god knows where, until the evening, leaving Akira with only enough food and water for the day.
On the other hand, there is one good thing about Shiki’s daily disappearance.
That’s right, at least she can do anything without feeling like these crimson eyes track her every movement. The silver-haired woman thinks as she finishes the last bar of Solids and brushes the crumbles off her long white shirt.
To think of it, today, most of the brought Solids were omurice flavor, unlike the previous days that were picked randomly.
Can it be that Shiki actually pays attention to what Solids she picks? Well, it’s not important or anything.
In any case, today shouldn’t be an exception, and she should have already accepted her new routine.
But how should she kill time until that pesky feline returns from her hunt? Akira wonders as she stretches out.
But for now, even if she knows the exit is locked, she decides to check it while secretly hoping that maybe this time Shiki forgot to lock the door.
She understands it won’t happen. But what if?
Suddenly, she gets alerted when the door opens but immediately closes it and deeply breathes.
Something is off. There is no way that Shiki is that forgetful and reckless. What if it’s only a set trap and that woman only waits for her to leave? Knowing her, it won’t be surprising. Akira ponders as she rests her back against the nearest wall.
A minute later, the blue-eyed woman presses her clenched palm against her chest and tries her luck again.
After opening the door without making a noise, Akira glimpses through the gap to check that no one is waiting for her outside.
A few moments later, she widens the door gap and carefully sticks her head. After looking around, she notices the corridor is empty.
Even after waiting for a while, there aren’t any sounds of footsteps or any living spirit.
Good. Then, that stupid woman can blame only herself for her mistake. Akira wonders as she returns inside and closes the door.
After a while, she finds her warm and dry clothes hung in the bathroom.
However, no matter how thoroughly she searches, she cannot find her trustworthy combat knife.
Well, it doesn’t really matter if Shiki has thrown it away.
Besides, she can always sneak from behind and knock out any unaware Igura player. The silver-haired fighter ponders as she removes the long white shirt and puts her orange t-shirt on instead.
In any case, it might be only a matter of time until she gets a new weapon and collects the needed tags to face Il Re. Akira decides as her blue eyes burn with strong determination while she fixes the fluffy fur hood of her jacket.
Lastly, she heads towards the exit door.
Some time has passed. Finally, the blue-eyed woman leaves Shiki’s lair without encountering one pesky fellow.
At the moment, she can feel her throbbing heart and the adrenaline rushing through her veins as if she has escaped the strictest jail without facing its sadistic guard.
But for now, Akira quickly looks around before rushing as fast as her legs allow her to the nearest neutral zone.
A corner after corner, the silver-haired woman sprints through this maze of abandoned streets while catching her breath.
‘It doesn’t matter where. As long as I won’t encounter the Executioners or that woman, it should be alright.’ Akira decides as she avoids crashing into the trash container and maneuvers through the narrow, dark alley. Soon enough, she sees the light at the end.
After she stops running, she bends and rests her palm on the cracked concrete wall while roughly breathing. Even through her widely opened, gaping mouth, the saliva dropped.
When she regains her breath, she wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her gray jacket and straightens her back.
After wandering in Toshima’s streets and reaching an empty, crumbled, and trashed square, Akira freezes in the same spot upon hearing several footsteps behind her.
After she turns her head, she notices a group of reins armed with knives and crowbars approaching her.
“Shit… That’s too many of them,” the silver-haired woman murmurs before she runs.
However, it doesn’t take a minute to bump into something and instinctively whimper.
For sure, the first thing that hits her nose is an awful smell of cheap alcohol and sweat that nearly awakens her gag reflex.
Secondly, after opening her blue eyes and lifting her head, she shakily widens her eyes and steps back upon a tall crackhead revealing his smile full of rotten teeth.
This time, her attempt to escape is crushed as soon as a large hand grasps her arm.
“Where are you going? Isn’t that what you’ve been looking for?” one of the drug addicts addresses her in a deep, mocking voice.
After Akira closes her eyes in disgust, she tries to shake off her arm and keep a calm tone. “Let me go.”
Unfortunately for her, the same hand that holds her drags the blue-eyed woman close until her back hits the enormous man’s stomach and locks her arms.
While she desperately struggles, the rein users only laugh at her.
“Looks like we’re lucky today! Not only some loser gave us his tags earlier, but now this woman wants to play with us.” One of these men announces proudly.
When the man in the middle gets close to Akira, he grasps her cheeks and smirks. “To think of, women still exist in Toshima.”
Meanwhile, the silver-haired woman only frowns and shakes her head.
“Hey, she doesn’t wear any tags. So, what if that is just some little slut that is left for us?” Another man adds.
Suddenly, the man in the middle picks up his knife and points the shiny blade at Akira’s neck.
While the blue-eyed woman indignantly stares at him and grinds her teeth, the rein user only cracks an ugly smile and brings the sharp blade close to her t-shirt to cut it. “That looks bothersome. How about I’ll help you to get rid of these?”
However, Akira refuses to listen any further and closes her eyes.
Suddenly, she sends a powerful kick into that man’s chin.
As the rein user drops the blade and hits the ground, the crackhead next to him yells. “You bitch!”
Just before he manages to move, his head flies into the air. Thus, as the bloody fountain splashes from his neck, his body collapses.
While the large man holding her is dumbfounded, Akira uses her chance to slip from his grip and lands on her fours like a cat.
A tearing slash after slash, and one after another agonizing and terrified screams are cut and changed by the heavy dropping and splashing liquid.
Even the same rein user who held Akira in captivity crawls backward while whimpering and begging. “He-help me! Pl-please let me live! Noooo!”
As the silver-haired woman widens her blue eyes, she loses her balance and whispers in disbelief upon noticing the familiar woman in black. “Shiki…”
However, the dark-haired swordsman’s bloodthirsty, blazing with hell’s fury eyes, are fixated on her target and ignore her partner’s existence. Or so Akira is convinced until Shiki briefly glares at her, making her heart drop to her heels.
Even Shiki’s dripping katana, reflecting the scared man, still lusts for more of the crimson liquid.
When the dark-haired swordsman stands in front of her target, she narrows her piercing gaze that has long forgotten any humane mercy and cuts off the rein user’s hand.
Unfortunately for him, his agonizing screams and pleads while gripping his bleeding limb don’t affect her at all. Thus, the red-eyed woman cuts his elbow and the rest of his arm.
Lastly, she repeats the same process with another arm before aiming for his head and silencing him forever.
But for now, Shiki closes her eyes and sighs. After she picks a snow-white tissue, she wipes the blood from her blade and tosses it like a dirty rag at the cut corpse.
When the dark-haired woman lets her katana rest in the sheath, she walks towards her partner.
At that moment, Akira only watches how this woman approaches her and prepares herself for her demise.
After Shiki stands in front of her, she lowers her head and speaks up while hiding her darkened face. “Haven’t I told you to wait for me like a good girl? And now, look at yourself.”
Meanwhile, Akira turns her head and lowers her gaze, not because of the guilt but of being caught by this large feline again.
When the red-eyed swordsman kneels down, she cracks a bitter smile. “We’re leaving.”
At that moment, Akira remains silent and refuses to face this woman. After all, there is no greater humiliation than losing for the third time to that sadistic woman.
Yet, she gasps as Shiki throws her over her shoulder and stands up.
‘Hmph. Looks like I should put a collar on this puppy and keep her on the shorter leash…’ the dark-haired woman ponders while she carries her reclaimed prized possession like a sack of potatoes.
Some time has passed. After entering the familiar apartment, Shiki locks the door and carries Akira to the bathroom.
When she lowers her partner and allows her to stand, she crosses her arms and briefly orders. “Undress and get into the bath.”
It’s better not to test that crazy woman’s patience or find out what she might be capable of, and Akira perfectly understands it.
When she starts by removing her jacket, she tries to keep her poker face while she can feel Shiki’s eyes on her that can see through her soul like a transparent glass bottle.
Surprisingly, the dark-haired woman hasn’t removed her coat or long leather gloves.
So, she may not try anything weird this time and only watch her?
Well, it’s better than being treated like a prisoner and having at least a bit of dignity. Yet, there is something she needs to confirm first. The silver-haired woman decides as she lowers her shoulders and respires while removing her sneakers and pants.
Just as Akira lifts her t-shirt, she gives an asking look to her partner. “Why are you still here if you are not planning to do anything? You can leave. I’ll handle the rest on my own.”
After Shiki closes her eyes, she explains. “Who knows where have you been rolling and what filth you caught? So, it cannot be helped that now I have to take precautions.”
At that moment, even Shiki’s eyelids are twitching, and the vein on her temple is visible.
Akira could swear that this woman was only missing a long panther tail, and its tip hit rapidly.
Nevertheless, these words alone sting Akira and make her feel more pathetic than she was already.
But for now, when she lowers her head, she stares at the ceramic floor like a scolded puppy.
Lastly, after removing her underwear, she climbs into the bathtub without facing Shiki and hugs her knees.
No matter how long she waits for her partner to come and start washing her, it seems Shiki is taking her time.
However, the rustling plastic noise makes Akira lift her head.
After leaning on the bathtub’s edge, she notices the dark-haired woman is picking her tossed clothes up and placing them into a black trash bag and panics.
“Wha-, what do think you’re doing?” the silver-haired woman indignantly asks.
After tossing the last remaining piece of clothing, Shiki ties the trash bag. “Just disposing of the contaminated waste. Any problems with that?”
“Then, what am I going to wear?” Akira immediately backfires while covering her breasts with one arm and reaching for the trash bag.
Yet, Shiki only cracks a mocking smile and tosses it into the wall. “Hmph. You don’t need these filthy rags.”
As she approaches her prized possession like a proud feline, she adds. “I’ll dress you up later. But first, I need to wash this naughty puppy who went outside without her owner’s permission.”
Just that sadistic smile alone on that madwoman’s face and the showerhead in her hand makes Akira understand that she is screwed and regrets her attempt to escape.
However, just before Shiki turns on the water, the blue-eyed woman grinds her teeth and snatches the shower head from her hand.
After aiming at the proper angle, the water stream hits the red-eyed swordsman’s face. For sure, such an unpredictable attack makes her gasp and instinctively covers her face with her elbow.
Meanwhile, Akira fixes her shoulders and replies in a calm, yet strict, voice. “Do not underestimate me! How about I let you-!”
Unfortunately, her partner recovers too quickly and knocks the shower head from her hand.
Thus, while the silver-haired woman is dumbfounded, Shiki uses it to her advantage and pushes her down.
As she presses her hands, she tightens her grasp around her wrists and shakes her head to brush the wet hair off her face.
Lastly, Shiki studies her cornered prey, who stubbornly stares at her while her chest bloats.
For sure, it’s impossible to tell what emotions and thoughts are boiling behind Shiki’s poker face or guess what she may do next.
Even so, Akira refuses to look away or give in to the feral beast’s intimidation.
A second later, the red-eyed swordsman viciously smiles and comments. “I wonder how long you are going to keep that attitude. Hmph, but it wouldn’t be interesting if you didn’t resist.”
But for now, when Shiki picks up the running showerhead, the smug look on her face fades, and she adds in a deeper tone. “If only you put that energy into fighting back these filthy insects… Well, it cannot be helped that I have to look after my little pet.”
In the end, Shiki washes her precious prized possession twice while ensuring that every single spot on her body is squeaky clean and without leaving a trace of anyone ever touching her.
Some time has passed. After Shiki finishes buttoning Akira’s long white shirt, she gently pushes her partner down onto the bed and leaves her side.
While the silver-haired woman’s eyes follow how Shiki removes her coat and leather gloves, she gives her a questioning look. “Hey, don’t tell me you’re already going to bed. Are you that tired?”
For sure, such a question makes the red-eyed swordsman smirk like a cat.
But for now, after she hangs her removed pieces of clothing on the end of the bed, she gracefully approaches her adored prized possession.
When Shiki sits on the edge of the bed, she turns her head and replies. “Oh~ You’re worried about your owner’s well-being, aren’t you?”
After a brief pause, she chuckles and adds. “You missed me so much that you went searching for me. That’s why you ran away, didn’t you?”
Just as Akira is about to object, Shiki softens her gaze and briefly orders her. “Lift your arms.”
Of course, the blue-eyed woman only silently follows the command and observes her partner unbuckling her belt.
Lastly, Shiki delightfully smiles and comments on her adored pet’s watchful gaze while tying her wrists. “What is it? I’m just making sure that you won’t harm yourself during the procedure.”
“What do you mean?” Akira asks.
“You’ll see~” the dark-haired woman replies before leaving the bedside and looking for something in the night drawer.
For sure, seeing a bottle of a fine brand of whiskey and a small paper package in Shiki’s hands doesn’t assure Akira at all. Yet, she only nervously swallows the saliva and examines her.
After the red-eyed swordsman places the rustling package and the bottle filled with the dark amber liquid next to her partner, she sits on top of her.
Meanwhile, Akira turns her head and lowers her shy gaze as Shiki unbuttons a few buttons on her shirt. “Is this why you saved me?”
As the dark-haired woman exposes her breasts, she blissfully narrows her crimson eyes by observing how her adored pet only closes her eyes and shakily respires.
When she strokes Akira’s neck, she briefly chuckles at how she shrugs her shoulder and lets out these purring-like noises.
Soon enough, her palm traces down to her shoulder and then until it touches her prized possession’s naked bust.
Yet Akira refuses to open her eyes while her partner’s fingertips are brushing one of her breasts before massaging it.
It doesn’t help her either that even if she cannot see what face Shiki makes while teasing her; she guesses that perhaps it’s the same look as a cat who plays with her prey before eating it.
Despite being only this cruel woman’s plaything and her remaining pride refusing to admit it, she feels pleasant.
But for now, Shiki is content feeling how her precious pet is struggling under her and hearing her letting out more endearing noises and sighing.
Suddenly, Akira lets out a soft moan as her partner pinches and twists her erect nipple.
However, when the silver-haired woman feels that her partner’s caring hand is missing, she opens her blue eyes and turns her head to see what she is up to now.
Apparently, Shiki finally unwraps the package and checks whether everything is intact.
‘Good.’ she curves a satisfied smile on her face and places all the instruments wrapped in a sterile package and a small dark blue box on the bedsheet.
But for now, Shiki picks up the bottle of whiskey and opens it in front of her.
Meanwhile, the silver-haired woman asks while keeping a slightly irritated look on her face, “Are you really planning on drinking now?”
Instead of saying anything, Shiki only pours the dark amber liquid on her partner’s chest.
For sure, as the first drops of cold liquid tap her sensitive bud, Akira momentarily closes her eyes and whimpers. “Wh-, what are you doing?”
Yet, Shiki cannot help herself but only smirk like a feline while her partner’s face looks very admirable despite her trying to be mad at her. “Be grateful that I’m taking care of you.”
After making sure that there is enough whiskey around the injection spot, she closes the bottle and puts it away next to her.
Thus, Shiki peels the sterile packages and takes the tweezers and a large needle.
Meanwhile, Akira is genially concerned by seeing how the dark-haired woman brings these items closer to her.
‘Is she going to treat me like a testing rabbit?’ she wonders while her big blue eyes widen.
After nervously swallowing the saliva, Akira does her best to keep her poker face and gives a questioning look. “Just what are you planning to do with these?”
“Isn’t obvious? I’ll make sure that anyone will know that you belong to me,” Shiki backfires with confidence.
As the cold tweezers pinch her nipple, Akira briefly closes her eyes and whimpers.
“Breathe deeply and do not move, understand?” the red-eyed swordsman instructs.
After aiming the needle horizontally, Shiki narrows her gaze and immediately pierces it through Akira’s nipple.
For sure, such a sudden sharp pain makes the blue-eyed woman gasp and instinctively arch her head and back along, lifting her knees.
At that moment, she can feel that as soon as that thick needle is removed, something metallic and thinner goes through her nipple.
A second later, she finally shakily opens her blue eyes upon hearing something small rustling and resting on her still numbly sore breast.
The first thing she sees are these crimson, thrilled eyes, and Shiki’s satisfied face.
“There~ It really suits you,” the dark-haired woman comments with a strangely sleepy look on her without removing her eyes from her finest masterpiece.
After she leans closer to her partner and places her finger behind the tiny cross made of surgical steel, she brings it closer to her and sighs.
Meanwhile, Akira only silently groans and shakily narrows her teary eyes as the already small chain is stretched and gently pulls the piercing.
Yet, Shiki only wraps the tiny chain around her finger and strokes the steel cross with her thumb while studying her partner’s lovely expressions. “But it’s more beautiful than painful, don’t you think? Look. You even already enjoying yourself~”
When Shiki releases the dangle piercing and lets it bounce on Akira’s chest, she closes her eyes and adds. “However, it still needs to be cleaned.”
After Shiki picks up the bottle of whiskey and opens it, she pours a bit of it on Akira’s pierced chest.
At that moment, the blue-eyed woman only tilts her head and softly moans as Shiki’s tongue starts working around her nipple.
Despite the mild pain each time her partner’s tongue touches the piercing, the wave of electricity is sent through her spine, making it more difficult for Akira to hold back her voice, and she fervidly sighs from the pleasing sensation.
Yet, Shiki doesn’t forget to give attention to the other side. Thus, she starts kneading and massaging another breast.
More so, just by being teased by the red-eyed swordsman, Akira rubs her closed legs and feels the rising heat in her lower regions.
For the better or worse, her sweet torment ends soon.
As Shiki sits and wipes her mouth, she looks down at the lewd under her, who looks at her with a blushing, dazing gaze.
However, Akira lets out another whimper and instinctively lifts her bottom as a couple of fingers run through her soaked privates.
As Shiki studies her wet fingers, she comments while keeping her poker face. “How come you’re already like this?”
After a brief pause, she lowers her gaze and tightens her lips. “Just how many have used you until you become that sensitive?”
When Shiki cracks a smile and chuckles, Akira gets alerted, yet she listens to the dark-haired swordsman. “However, I want to try something first.”
Thus, with these words, the red-eyed swordsman leaves her side and searches for one specific item.
As soon as Akira’s blue eyes spot the brought familiar katana, she panics.
Unfortunately, just as the blue-eyed woman opens her mouth to say anything, Shiki tosses her trustworthy weapon on the bed and harshly pushes her partner to lie on her stomach.
After Shiki climbs onto the bed, she grabs her adored pet by her waist and lifts her bottom into the air.
When the dark-haired woman rests her palm on Akira’s lower back, she holds her trustworthy weapon by its sheath and sadistically smiles. “So, let’s see how much you can take~ Besides, since you did That before, there shouldn’t be any problems.”
Suddenly, Akira gasps as the sheathed katana slides quickly through her mound until it touches her clitoris.
Besides, when Shiki’s trustworthy weapon is moving, Akira can feel her face and ears burning from embarrassment upon hearing these wet noises and being forced to stay in such a shameful position.
More so, as it keeps roughly rubbing her privates, all she can do is lower her head while letting out these soft cries and shaking her knees.
Soon enough, as the katana’s movement intensifies, she closes her eyes and instinctively moves her bottom while failing to suppress these adorable moans and sighs. Nor does she care anymore what erotic face she makes or that her lustful juice runs down her thigh.
Meanwhile, Shiki’s eyes sparkle with natural excitement, and she addresses the lascivious creature in a deeper voice. “You’re already taking it like a good girl. I’ll ask you again - has anyone touched there before?”
Despite being ravished like that, Akira turns her head and answers with a thrilled voice. “… Y… You.”
Such an answer and these bewitching eyes catch the dark-haired woman’s guard off, and she even drops her katana.
A second later, Shiki only closes her eyes. While she covers her face, she chuckles.
After revealing her face and opening her crimson eyes, she backfires. “You fool! Before me... Has anyone held you before?”
But for now, Akira collapses on her side while her privates are tingling and begging for attention. When she lowers her frustrated gaze while deeply breathing, she replies. “As if I cared about something unnecessary like that or was interested in anyone. So, no. You’re happy now?”
This honest answer satisfies and thrills the red-eyed swordsman, who only lowers her head and delightfully smiles.
In the end, she removes the restraints from her partner’s wrists and tosses the leather belt away.
When Shiki is unzipping her leather pants, Akira gives an irritated look. “Hey, there is still a lot of mess here. Are you fine sleeping like that?”
However, she widens her eyes and feels the heat rushing to her cheeks when her partner lowers her pants and underwear together while keeping her smug look and explaining. “Have you forgotten? Your owner is still not satisfied.”
“But there is nothing I can do for you,” the silver-haired woman immediately responds.
‘How naïve…’ Shiki thinks after removing these bothering pieces of clothing.
Yet Akira becomes bewildered when Shiki gets close to her and spreads her legs.
“Then I’ll show you~” the red-eyed swordsman replies in a purring-like voice while holding her lifted leg.
Lastly, after making sure that their privates are touching, Shiki starts thrusting into her.
At first, Akira is only confused and sighs by such movement. After all, it’s strange and has no point, right? Or so she is convinced.
However, the more often her partner touches her mound, the blue-eyed woman feels the familiar, delightful sensation again.
More so, after hearing Shiki letting out equally endearing sighs and soft groans as hers, Akira lifts her blue eyes and notices that she blissfully narrowed her gaze.
Even when their eyes meet, Akira’s heart skips a beat while her partner only gives a suggestive look on her face.
Soon enough, Shiki stops moving, and after sitting on her spread knees, she gives another command. “Sit.”
But for now, Akira pushes herself to get up and follows this woman’s orders.
After sitting on her thigh, the red-eyed swordsman adds in a rousing tone. “You may want to hold on to me.”
When the silver-haired woman throws her arms over Shiki’s neck, she suddenly closes her eyes and gasps as she presses her body close to hers.
More importantly, at that moment, their knees are rubbing against their privates.
As soon as she opens her blue eyes, she sees how Shiki delightfully smiles and adds in a nearly teasing tone. “What is it? You thought that you’ll selfishly enjoy yourself? You have to move, too.”
After a brief moment, the dark-haired woman wraps her arms around Akira’s waist and thrusts.
Yet, Akira only takes it as a thrown challenge. Thus, she starts moving her hips with her.
Soon, the blue-eyed woman is letting soft moans, which eventually become more common and mixed lovely groans.
Besides, seeing the fearsome killer like Shiki’s poker face fading and changing into the ignited by the passion one and her tasting her own medicine arouses Akira even more that she thrusts harder and faster.
Of course, her partner doesn’t show any desire to lose either and sinks her fingertips into her skin, to which Akira responds with an irritated, blushing look.
After a while, the bedroom is filled with sweet cries and moans that even the nearest window fogs up.
In the end, Akira closes her blue intoxicated eyes and lets out an ecstatic moan while clinging to her partner’s black t-shirt and arching her back.
Even Shiki blissfully closes her thrilled eyes and feverishly moans before collapsing on Akira and pushing her down on the bed.
While Akira regains her breath, she softly groans as her partner pushes herself to get up.
But for now, she gives a sleepy but demanding look. “Where are you going?”
Yet, Shiki only cracks a smile while cornering her adored pet. “I’ll go wash myself and then you.”
Instead of letting this woman leave anywhere, Akira hugs her shoulders and draws her close. “Can you stay for a bit longer?”
When she lowers her shy gaze, she adds. “… I don’t mind it if you’re here.”
For sure, such a gesture surprises the red-eyed swordsman. But for now, she places her palm on her partner’s cheek and softens her gaze. “Your name?”
Meanwhile, Akira only stares at her with genially confused eyes.
“Come on, just say it,” Shiki adds in a deeper tone.
However, the silver-haired woman doubts for a few moments. Nevertheless, after she sighs, she answers. “… Akira.”
When she finally hears it, Shiki delightfully smiles and repeats her name as if it is a newly learned foreign word. “Akira.”
After exhaling, she adds. “Someone that can be bend but cannot be broken…”
Instead of saying anything, the silver-haired woman only allows her partner to stroke her cheek.
When Shiki holds her chin and parts Akira’s lips with her thumb, she brings her face closely.
However, just as she is about to press her lips against Akira’s, she immediately withdraws her face and widens her eyes.
‘That is no good. That is a second time in a row when she uses her captivating eyes on me. Does she even aware how dangerous that is?’ Shiki wonders while covering her mouth.
Meanwhile, Akira only observes her turning her head without understanding what happened.
A second later, Shiki takes a deep breath and fixes her shoulders. “Anyway, you’re going with me. As if anyone will rest in such a mess...”
In the end, the blue-eyed woman hugs her tightly and closes her eyes. “Just stay here for a bit longer with me. Then, you can you whatever you wish with me.”
‘Hmph. What a needy and spoiled pet I’ve got…’ Shiki wonders while being trapped in her partner’s embrace.
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