/jp/ - Otaku Culture

For a moment, I thought that I'd done nothing, but apparently I'd hit out at just the right place, because suddenly I felt the blanket shift enough for my arms to get free, and I used the space to force them up and drag the rest of the blankets off with a relieved sigh. I hadn't realised quite how hot it was inside them until I stumbled free and felt the cool air of the house. I looked over at Yamame, who cast an eye over the blankets strewn across the floor, then burst out laughing. I frowned a little, but let her get through the laughter until she'd calmed down enough to speak again. "I - Sorry, I just...I thought you looked a little cold, so I, um, didn't even think about it." I found myself struggling to maintain the anger, if only because I knew how ridiculous I must have looked. "Just an instinct." Yamame finished, hopping over the couch and patting me on the shoulder. "So don't worry yourself over it." I relaxed fully and sighed. "You look better." I nodded and told her that I felt better too. Yamame smiled but seemed a little distracted. Not by something she was thinking about, though. No, she was staring at me.

At that point, I remembered that Nai had claimed her to be frustrated and constantly needing to be doing something like tapping her legs, like she was trying to release some energy. After a moment, I slowly said that I was going to return the blankets to her bed. "What? Oh, er, yes. Thank you." Yamame stammered after snapping out of the trance she was in. I hefted the blankets and took them back into her room, where I threw them over the bed and tried to smooth it out as best I could. Then, I heard a noise behind me and turned.

Yamame was right there. She hadn't made much of a sound following me in, but now she was standing there with me between her and the bed. Her shirt was slightly more unbuttoned than I remembered it being. "You know how I said I was doing just fine?" She asked me, her voice rather low and husky. Slowly, I nodded. "I was lying." I suddenly found myself on my back, on the bed with Yamame sitting on my lap, her hands pressed against my chest, where my heart was beating rapidly, but it didn't feel like panic. No, it felt like something stirring in my heart. Her eyes looked wild and as she leaned forward, I found that the position of her arms was just so slightly pushing her chest together, and it was very difficult to ignore. Just to confirm, I said, she wasn't about to try and eat me. "No." She almost growled. "Well - No."

With a frustrated growl, Yamame ripped her shirt off, sending the last few buttons that were still done scattering across the floor. She was wearing a bra this time, a silky looking thing with traces of purple along the frills. "This time," She told me, in a tone that brokered no arguments, "I'm not stopping even if Reimu Hakurei herself is knocking on the door." She reached behind her back to unclip the bra, which joined the buttons in being ignored on the floor. Funnily enough, it wasn't her chest that I noticed, thought it was certainly nothing to ignore. It was the way her collarbone was just slightly pronounced. The way that her hair curled slightly to the right. The way that her left hand curled into a fist when she placed it on my chest but her right hand didn't. It was all these little features that I had on my mind. It wasn't that there was a girl taking her clothes off. It was the fact that it was Yamame who was taking her clothes off. I felt that stirring in my chest again.

Yamame Kurodani leaned in. Yamame Kurodani's lips met mine. And Yamame Kurodani had no reservations.