Shinrabansho: Myriad Souls

2.70: I Choose You

*NSFW - Skip to the second scene if sex bothers you. This is the natural consequence of their passion and love for each other. *winks* No hospital visits this time, at least so far. I hope that doesn’t mean that this scene is much weaker.

We lay together in her bed.

I snuggled closer, our bellies full and bodies warm. One of my arms circled her waist, and her leg hooked firmly over mine, drawing me in until there was no space left between us. We were completely entwined.

We looked at each other, both of us blushing. Her bed was narrow but comfortable, and just knowing it was hers made my heart hammer.

DOKI-DOKI

“Sumire-chan…” Aoi-chan murmured, then leaned in and kissed me.

A small shiver ran through me.

“Mmm…” I breathed softly as I kissed her back.

We pressed together slowly, softly, our chests brushing as the kiss deepened.

Then I shifted my weight and swung my leg over her, settling astride her hips. My knees found their place on either side of her, and I leaned down into the kiss again. The closeness made everything feel sharper, my breathing, my heartbeat, the way my body reacted.

A desperate ache tightened low in me, my pulse racing from head to toe. I rubbed against her torso without thinking, small and instinctive, and when the kiss finally broke I looked down at her through unfocused eyes.

Rubbing myself against her on purpose felt too good. I was unable to make myself stop.

I was shaking, not with fear or uncertainty, but with anticipation.

Aoi-chan’s eyes were just as hazy.

“Are you sure?” she murmured, her voice low and steady, giving me the chance to stop. “This is your chance to get away while you can...”

“I would never run from you, Aoi-chan,” I said, and I meant it with everything I had.

“Don’t forget,” she said quietly. “I’ll disappear. I’ll leave you alone for your whole life. If you keep going...”

“I know more than I did last time and I still haven’t changed my mind. That’s exactly why I’m here.”

I drew a heavy breath as she cupped my backside gently, her touch tender and tentative. I reached behind me and rested my hand over hers, a small shiver running through me. I was already overheating.

“I think I’d regret holding back far more than I’m afraid of losing you,” I said quietly. “What would hurt the most is wondering, after you’re gone, whether my love ever reached you at all.”

“Mmm... are you sure you’re thinking clearly? Is it really me that you want?”

“I do… We’ve come this far and you’re asking that again?” I leaned forward and kissed her again for a long moment, rubbing my backside against her hand. “It’s you who isn’t thinking clearly, baka,” I said softly. “Don’t push me away again… We’re past that now. You aren’t hurting me. I think you’re just afraid of getting hurt yourself.”

I nuzzled against her nose, breathing on her lips. “If that’s how it really is, you can push me away… but—” I mumbled against her lips.

Her other hand joined the first on my backside, pulling me tighter against her as our kiss deepened.

“Ahn...” I whimpered, smiling as heat rushed through me and made my back shiver. When our kiss finally broke, I pushed the bedding away where it clung to our sweaty bodies. I cupped my breasts, stroking my nipples with my index fingers and shifted against her, leaving wet trails on her torso.

“Mmm… this isn’t how being on top usually goes, right?” I murmured, half-thinking aloud.

“It’s working for me,” Aoi said with soft heat in her voice. “I’m enjoying what you’re doing. The face you’re making as you rub on me makes my stomach flutter.”

I felt my face heat under her gaze.

“Mm… but I’m just satisfying myself on you right now. What should I do to make you feel good too…?” I asked quietly.

Aoi thought about that with a haze in her eyes. “Tongues can be used for more than just kissing,” Aoi said, just as softly.

A shiver rippled through me at her words.

“Does that mean you want me to devour you?” I teased.

Aoi blushed, her breath catching.

“Do you?” I pressed, licking her nose slowly.

“…Yes,” she admitted, barely audible. “Hurry… I want to see the faces you make while you’re tasting me.”

I giggled, my heart racing.

Why am I hesitating now after saying all that?

Aoi looked up at me expectantly, her eyes fuzzy with anticipation, her fingers sliding along the curve of my backside, her fingers exploring inside there, tickling sensitive spots. I shivered, my back arching. Her fingers scooped even lower and rubbed the lower part of my cleft. I felt it split as her fingers moved.

“Mmm… no fair…” I muttered softly. “Everything you do feels so good, Aoi-chan…”

The sensation kept building, pulling me toward the edge. She kept teasing me like that. As my restraint slipped, I leaned down and kissed her neck, the hunger in me no longer ignorable.

I couldn’t keep hesitating anymore. I wanted to taste her all over.

She tasted of sweat and roses as I nibbled and licked her skin, remembering everything she’d done to my body three weeks ago.

She tastes… so good…

I traced my tongue along her skin, unable to stop myself. I was hooked. Aoi whimpered softly, and the sound sent a thrill through me, every single reaction from her feeding my next action. My hands moved over her, slow and deliberate, learning by touch while I glanced at her face and watched what made her react most. My hands caressed her skin, running along her hips and down her legs.

Heat rushed through me. Every sound she made pulled me deeper.

When I reached her chest, whatever composure I had left slipped away. My lips traced down her breasts and my lips wrapped around a nipple just like before, but this time I was in control and it gave me a rush. A sheen of sweat covered her body and her scent thickened in the air. I followed the lines of her body with my mouth. My left fingers trailed up her hip to her other breast and I began rubbing her other nipple between two, flicking and tugging gently. I sucked and nibbled, teasing the nipple that my mouth had claimed.

As I kissed lower, she startled me, shifting and lifting a knee between my legs. The sudden contact against my cleft startled a soft sound out of me, and instinct took over. I pressed closer, needing the pressure against my crotch, my breath shaking as sensation rushed through me.

“Hah…,” I whimpered, unable to keep still. Each movement sent a shiver racing up my spine, my heart hammering hard enough to drown out thought as I sweated. Her knee was slick beneath me, and heat bloomed between us as the scent of my excitement filled the air.

“Ah……nnn…” I muttered and stiffened, pleasure shooting through me and making my hips jerk. ”Ah… no fair…” I shivered.

Aoi giggled. “What are you going to do about it?”

My eyes widened, but I didn’t pause, my heart pounding as I slid down her body further, unable to stop thinking about how Aoi-chan was sleeping against me that first night at Shirasuna. The memory of our night in the karaoke room flashed through me and sharpened my hunger. I licked my lips slowly as I kissed her sweaty thighs and worked my way up… excruciatingly slowly as I got lost in her scent…

I remembered how she’d traced the gari-kun with her tongue, and I copied that same motion on her. I nuzzled into her musky cleft without restraint. My hands slid along her legs and thighs, holding my face, my lips, my tongue against her. The world narrowed to her taste, her scent, and the breathy sounds she made as I explored, my heart hammering in my ears. My tongue found sensitive spots that made her moaning grow sharper and my fingers played with her below where I was caressing her with my tongue, gently probing.

“Susu… Oh!!! Keep doing that… Ah… nhh… your tongue… So good… Please… It’s Gari-kun!” Aoi whimpered.

I giggled, my eyes hazy. “Yes...” My tongue continued to swirl fiercely over ‘gari-kun’.

I remembered what she’d done when she was sucking on me there. I drew out my probing finger and pressed two together and pushed them into her, rubbing around slowly until I heard her start squeaking.

She shrieked and bucked against my mouth and fingers. I couldn’t help sucking too and even nibbled a little.

“Ahhhn! M… more… I… In and… out…” Aoi’s back arched sharply.

The air was thick with her sweet musky scent. I thrust my fingers as quickly as I could at that moment. My hand kept getting damper with each plunge. My tongue thrashed wildly and I gently sucked on her sensitive spot.

Aoi squealed, bucking her hips with my fingers. She clamped around my fingers, almost making them stop.

After a moment, she stopped bucking, and I felt how soaked my hand and chin had gotten. I blushed, giggling, nuzzling at her thigh for a while, panting, enjoying the scent of her all around me.

I had never imagined touching her would feel this good, or that I’d want to keep drawing those faces from her. I sat up, licking my lips, my heart racing.

“Ready for more?” I asked her softly.

However she responded, I was happy that my love had reached her.

After what felt like a moment stretched impossibly long, we were hopelessly tangled together, our sweat cooling as it slowly dried, a faint musky sweetness, a blend of both of us, lingering in the air. I snuggled closer, shivering softly.

I suppressed a yawn, my eyelids heavy.

Aoi-chan’s fingers traced gentle patterns across my back as I nuzzled closer, gazing up at her with half-lidded eyes and smiling faintly.

“That was amazing...”

“Yeah...” she murmured. “I’ve never felt so electrified while having sex.” Her face flushed and she trailed off.

I forced my eyes open a little more and shifted up her body so I could look into her eyes. “...You did it with someone else?” I blushed as soon as the words left me.

Aoi-chan sighed.

“Do you really want to know?”

I frowned and pouted. “I thought we were both virgins until the karaoke room.”

She shrugged lightly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“...”

“Tell me more,” I said quietly, hugging her. “I won’t judge.”

She didn’t answer right away.

“It feels like a long time ago now,” she said at last. “The real you already knows all of this... but I’ll tell you, if you want.”

“The real me?” I echoed, frowning.

Aoi-chan giggled softly. “You’ll think I’m crazy if I explain that part. So instead, I’ll tell you a story.”

I kept pouting, but nodded.

“A long time ago...” she began, her fingernails brushing slowly along my back, “...there was a tomboy girl who met a boy on a playground. He looked lonely. Because of the way he looked, everyone around him was terrified of him, even though he was so small. There was something in his eyes that frightened even grown adults.”

“Huh?” I murmured. Something small inside me stirred and shivered. “How could anyone be afraid of a kid?”

“I wondered that too,” she said quietly. “Though I wasn’t immune. His face had a strange quality that set him apart. One day, the girl decided she would face him on the playground, to see whether he really was as frightening as everyone believed.”

“Face him... how?” I asked softly.

“She punched him. Without much warning.”

I blinked. “Wow... what happened then?” I closed my eyes and snuggled closer as that strange inner voice fluttered again. “Did he hurt her?”

“No,” Aoi-chan said. “He was too gentle. Despite how he looked.”

“So she hurt him just to test him?” I chewed my lip.

“She thought it was the right thing to do,” Aoi-chan replied. “He cried. She couldn’t stand seeing how his eyes softened and filled with tears. In that moment, she saw his true spirit and gave him a gift to make peace.”

“Did he accept it?”

“Yes. He wanted a friend. No one else had the courage. But she did.”

“That’s sweet...” I yawned as she scratched my back. “But what does that have to do with the people you...”

“This story is completely unrelated,” Aoi-chan said flatly, turning pink.

“Hey!” I pouted. “Then tell me! It was a cute story, but...”

“I never said I would,” she replied calmly. “I said I’d tell stories.”

“No fair...”

“Do you want to hear more or not?” Aoi-chan asked, smirking.

“...I guess so...” I pouted.

“So, the girl and the boy grew up together,” she continued. “And in a way, they fell in love.”

“Oh... so it’s a love story?”

“Yes,” Aoi-chan giggled softly. “But there were things that kept them apart... and it had nothing to do with his face.”

“It wasn’t his face? Why couldn’t they be together?” I asked. “Isn’t it normal for a girl to love a boy?” I blushed immediately after saying it.

“Yes,” she said gently, running her fingers through my hair. “But I think you meant socially accepted.”

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to say our love isn’t normal.”

“Clever girl.” She shrugged lightly. “There’s prejudice buried deep inside people. Anyway... the boy loved her completely. Nothing held him back. So one day, he confessed.”

“And?”

“What did you think would happen,” Aoi asked with a quiet sigh, “when nothing held him back, but something kept her from accepting his love?”

“...She rejected him,” I frowned.

“Yes.” She paused just long enough to make it sting. “With another punch.”

I shook my head, embarrassed. “That sounds too much like you, Aoi-chan. Are you telling me you had a childhood friend like that?”

She didn’t answer.

“The girl was upset,” she continued instead. “What truly kept them apart was that she was only sexually attracted to girls like you and me.”

“Oh...” I pouted. “You dodged my question.”

“Let me finish the story,” she said, amused, “or I’ll go to sleep.”

I sighed and nodded.

“She knew that dating him would end badly. He loved her too fiercely. The only answer she saw was distance. That lasted until after they graduated high school.”

“That’s sad,” I murmured. “But I understand.”

“I’m glad to hear that, my princess,” she said softly.

“...”

“So she went to college,” Aoi-chan went on, “and decided to become a journalist. Given her fascination with violence, she began investigating a series of serial killings across Tokyo.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“It was. But she was a martial artist, strong enough to survive anything she faced. Still, she was lonely. She searched for love, but only found infatuation.”

“Infatuation?”

“A chain of girls who made her blood burn... but none of them could fill what was missing.”

“That’s just as sad.”

“Yes.” Her fingers slowed in my hair. “She threw herself into her work. Her investigation led her to rich men she could never truly approach. Reclusive. Untouchable. The killer remained elusive, and she became desperate to be the one who exposed the truth.”

“This sounds scary...”

“She decided to sacrifice her body for her work.”

I gasped. “What do you mean?”

“She slept with some of them. People say things to lovers they’d never tell anyone else.”

“...Like you are now?” I asked quietly.

Aoi-chan flushed and gave a small embarrassed giggle. “It’s just a story.”

She continued, her voice steadier. “She forced herself to sleep with men she didn’t want, men she wasn’t sexually attracted to in the slightest.”

“I see...” I murmured. “I couldn’t imagine being happy like that...”

“Yes. She definitely wasn’t, but it was a means to an end to her.” She smiled faintly, her thumb tracing a slow line through my hair. “To pull it off, she changed herself, dressed differently, refined herself, became someone no one would reject.”

“You never dressed sexy for me,” I yawned, my fingers curling lightly into her shirt.

“If you want, I will.” She giggled softly. “So, in the name of whatever drove her, she slept with one more man. And in the process, she discovered he was the killer she’d been looking for.”

That woke me up a little. I blinked. “What happened?”

“She gathered proof. And stole his weapon.”

“His weapon? A gun?”

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you. Anyway, he took it back,” Aoi-chan said quietly, “and killed her with it.”

I flinched. “Just like that?”

“Yes. And in dying, she became a monster, driven by the same urges she’d always tried to control.”

I went pale. “This is a horror story? Why would she turn into a monster?”

Aoi-chan was silent for a long moment. Her fingers stilled in my hair.

“Because she was violent at her core,” she said finally. “Remember how she always solved problems. With her fists.”

I nodded, numb.

“When she lost all restraint,” Aoi-chan finished, “she killed without restraint.”

She exhaled slowly, the sound warm against my temple.

“The moral is simple. That girl didn’t deserve to live. She could have been happy... if only she’d accepted the love that was offered to her.”

After that, we fell asleep.

I still didn’t understand why she’d dodged my question and told me that strange story instead, but my body was heavy and relaxed, and my confusion dulled into a soft, drifting ache.

When we woke, we bathed together.

We took turns scrubbing each other’s backs, careful not to indulge too much, both of us a little too aware of how easily we could lose track of time. We sank into her bathtub together for fifteen minutes, leaning against each other and kissing lightly now and then, content with our closeness.

When we finally climbed out, we toweled off with only a little teasing.

“About that story you told me last night...” I mumbled as we left the bath.

“Hmm?” Aoi murmured, standing behind me with the hair dryer, her fingers combing through my long rich brown hair as warm air rushed over it. I watched her in the mirror. Her eyes met mine for a second, calm and attentive.

“Assuming you were that girl,” I said, my cheeks warming, “as impossible as that would be...”

I hesitated, then pushed through the thought before I could talk myself out of it.

“I think she deserves whatever happiness she can find,” I said quietly. “Even if she killed people, I don’t think she did it on purpose.”

“What makes you think that?” Aoi asked quietly as she worked.

“You said she went insane. Anyone would, if they died like she did.” I swallowed. “Ghosts always have grudges when they die violently. That’s how poltergeists are born, right?”

Aoi stared at me for a beat, then let out a small laugh. “Pft... you would defend her?”

“No, wait.” I shook my head quickly. “Not her actions. I’m not saying what she did was okay.” My voice softened anyway. “I just... I believe people can be redeemed if they sincerely regret what they did.”

I looked up at her again through the mirror.

“If that girl was you,” I said, the words leaving me earnestly, “I’d still love you. Because you’re my Aoi-chan.”

Aoi’s face went a deep startled pink.

She actually clutched at her chest like she’d taken critical damage.

This was the best I could output, considering how NSFW the first part is.