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Yukari moaned, pressing Hana’s head into her pussy further, which only egged Hana on further. Even without being pressed forward, Hana was already latched on as much as she could, using her arms to grope whatever flesh she could and keeping her face pressed against the steamy honeypot. Hana barely gave her own pleasure an afterthought, fumbling the clasps on her skirt as she tried doing everything at once.

She stared up into the face of the sage, Hana could feel Yukari’s legs tensing up; her hips squeezing and butt clenching. Yukari’s voice sounded like music to Hana, her hands felt soothing, her pussy was as welcoming as its juices were addicting, Yukari stared back down with a terrifyingly nostalgic smile on her face.

It enraptured Hana to see her melt, she didn’t even come up for air till she felt her body convulse in orgasm. Yukari’s voice reached a crescendo, Hana went for as many of her weakspots as she could just to hear the chorus of moans and gasps. Her fingers rolling and pinching Yukari’s clit like it was her own, guided by instinct it wasn’t long until the sage’s near-musical voice shouted out into the darkness with a gasp and shutter.


By the time the morning insects sounded Hana had been alone under the covers of her father’s futon for awhile now. Lingering in the air was the scent of her shame and Yukari’s victory, the heat had all but left her nude form. She felt cold inside, she felt dirty, she wished the morning would never come, she wished she could die here and now from the shame!

She wrapped her arms around her chest, she felt the tears in the corners of her eyes, but they didn’t flow; she was too tired for that. All she wanted was a hug right now, someone to wrap her up and whisper nothing at all into her ear till she calmed down. She wanted her father, she wanted her friends, she wanted that warmth only love can give. Anyone at all would be preferable to the crushing isolation and disgust she felt for herself right now!

The miko of loathsomeness lay there, trying to ignore the many fresh memories she made tonight. Yukari’s voice still haunted her like the scent of her lingering perfume, especially the last words she spoke before Yukari took her leave. How she caressed her cheek while Hana still clung to her, the predator’s grin was anything but loving. Her voice whispered to Hana, like the last word of some deadly curse, “My sweet Hana-chan, I’ll be having to go now~ Did you have fun?” Yukari continued without waiting for a response, “Remember Hana-chan, I’ll always be here to play with you when you’re alone~ I love playing with you after all~”

The monster kissed her gently on the forehead before standing gracefully, letting the covers fall off of her stark-naked body and the chill perk up her nipples, “Of course, your father is always waiting for you~ We’d both be delighted for you to visit”

Hana didn’t dare respond, instead focusing on the loss of warmth in her arms and trying to ignore the dread creeping back in. Yukari didn’t seem phased in the slightest as she stretched and yawned, a gap opened up in front of her as she stepped forward. Hana had no words as she quietly watched the eye-filled hole in reality close, she almost wanted to speak. She almost wanted to ask for her to stay, she hated this empty house, she knew that she’d be alone again… All she had to do was ask to go, she’d be with her father again… Yet, the image of her father’s soulless eyes kept her lips closed. Perhaps the worst of it all, she’d never be able to tell a soul.

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I am neither Ranfag nor any writer associated with the Yukari rape rondo. Do as you please.