/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45292003
(3/3)
“Go away.” Seija told me as I opened the door to her room.
She was huddled up in the bed’s blankets, slightly illuminated by the orange glow of the window, and turned away from the door.
“Don’t worry, it’s just me.” I said, looking over my shoulder to make sure Koishi and Kokoro were no longer following me.
“I don’t care.” She grumbled. “We got two rooms right? Leave me alone.”
I entered the room and softly shut the door behind me. Disrobing, I donned the sleep wear that I had picked up from the other room and approached the bed. I slipped under the covers behind her but didn’t wrap my hands around her. ‘Not yet’ I thought.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
A hand pushing my face away was my reply. Thankfully there’s a trick to this. I took her hand and lightly kissed her palm, gently rubbing her fingers with my thumb in the meanwhile.
“Gross.” She remarked but didn’t pull away from.
“You know, this was always a possibility, right? It’s not as if we couldn’t have conceived a child already.” I said in the gentlest way possible.
“That was before I knew you wanted to put a leash on me, because now you feel responsible for me, right?”
“I always did.” I began, slowly reaching around her waist and letting my arm rest on her. “But that was because I didn’t want blood on my hands, now, I’m afraid you’ll kill everyone else, be bored to tears after the fact, and disappear as a result. Even for an Amanojaku, it’s a waste.”
She didn’t reply, opting instead to shift just a little closer to me.
“If you want to, you can still leave me. I was the one who made the deal to defend the HSE and I’m sure the child would be in good company.” I said, letting my arm drift over her waist.
At this, she pivoted around and put her face to my chest. “Trying to get rid of me so you can run off with some loose woman? Fat chance fool, I’m clinging to you like a barnacle until the day you die and after that if I can find a way. Besides…” she begins, touching the bracelet with a solitary finger “I want to know what my kid looks like.”
We stayed like that for a bit, not quite the image of an expectant couple you’d imagine, but serene in its own way, nonetheless.
“What about Yukari? She might hold this against us.” Seija asked, surprisingly forward thinking.
“That’s if she knows and the Yakumo has a lot more to distract herself with then what resulted from a probable accident on her part. Let’s not clue her in until that meeting of hers we were promised, then we can make a better decision. Ugh, to have such a troublesome godmother...” I thought aloud.
“Truly. The gap pervert probably has better couples to salivate over in the meantime.” She said, circling my chest with her finger.
“You know,” I began, slipping my other hand under her and brining her into an embrace. “It wouldn’t be polite to do such things while we’re a guest in someone else’s home.”
“We can be a bit quieter for a change, you at least made sure nobody followed you to bed, right?” She asked, kissing my neck.
“Of course.” I said, praying Kokoro was not so studious as to keep watch after hours, let alone inside the room AND that Koishi wasn’t using that power of Her’s for lewd purposes. How did she get pregnant in the first place…
“Wait.” I said, slightly pushing her away. “Satori will know when we talk to her tomorrow.”
Seija takes me by the shoulders and turns me on my back, staring over me like a predator. A blushing, anxious, sweating predator. Just barely I can make out her small naked breast in her robe illuminated by the orange glow from the window.
“She’ll know we were about to do it anyway so may as well…”

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Alright, now we're tee'd-up for the Kasen arrival. Do your worst Keinon