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Hizamaru was told that his master was in need of help of his opinions by her little fox companion. He wondered what it might be as he strode his way to her chambers. Battle strategies? Knowledge of Heian eras? Or perhaps something on the luxury side of life, such as the colours of her furisode for an upcoming dinner with the other Saniwas? He heard that she has been doing some shopping with Midare and her little sister from another citadel earlier a few days ago after all. The tachi expected those sort of matters being the centre of their conversation that very night, but never for what had been in store for him the moment he knocked on her door and walked in with granted permission from her muffled voice.His eyes adjusted to the slight brightness of her room as it had been rather dark on the way here. Closing the door behind him, his sight flitted around to search for a Saniwa whose blonde hair was braided to her waist. No such person was in that room. His attention shifted to the screen close to the bed. Sure enough, there was a figure facing the mirror covered by it. He knew right of the bat that, from the shape of the silhouette to the familiar hummed tune of a song, it was his master, Kunugi Asagi.But what is she doing behind there?“Oh my, you’ve gotten here quicker than I expected, Hizamaru-kun.” He heard her exclaimed, voice never too far from that elegant tone of hers.“Konnosuke told me that you requested to see me for ‘second opinions’ regarding a certain matter.” He reminded, sitting in seiza not too far from the screen. His golden eyes watched as she threaded her fingers through her locks, humming an all-knowing tone to his aide-mémoire. “Well, then… what is it that you wish for my opinions on?”“My, my,” She giggled, stepping out from behind the screen she’s been standing at. “Aren’t you eager to know?”Hizamaru swore time stopped for a few seconds. He swore to the truth that he felt like he just broke into cold sweat all over and that his Adam’s apple felt like nearly ripping out of him when he tried to hold back a shocked gasp at the sight she revealed to him.There stood his Saniwa, whose façade could enable her to blend and mingle among the court noblewomen of Heian, wearing the wispiest and thinnest piece of undergarment that he had ever seen her put on. The pale green-haired tachi’s face grew redder upon the realization that his hair is the similar, if not exact, shade of the floral-patterned lingerie. Because the material wasn’t what he is used to seeing her wear, he could feel his heart thundering against his chest as his eyes roamed on her body. The robe that she had draped on herself wasn’t even covering the blonde Saniwa at all. It was made for the wearer to show more skin than to cover it up and swayed at her every step like the wisterias growing by the window of her room.“What do you think?”His sight followed the drop of the cream-coloured wrap as Asagi made her way towards him. Straddling him, she tilted his chin gently with just a finger so his eyes would meet her soft yet alluring brown ones. The Tsukumogami was still stuck in his shocked and confused state, fully aware of the fact that his pants now felt a little bit too restricted. Hizamaru slowly realized that he was breathing a bit harder, now that air between them was starting to feel a lot heavier and warmer. It was sending his senses to extreme heights that he could catch delicate whiff of peonies coming from her. Arms wrapped around his neck and the space between them shrunk by each passing second.“I thought of you when I saw it.” “Hizamaru-!”His eyes shone with feral glint under the dimmed light at the sound of her sensual moans trailing after his name. The tachi could feel her walls clamping down on him as she rode him at a pace that had gotten faster by the moment. She clawed his muscular arms, leaving redden crescent marks on his porcelain complexion. Her breasts swayed from beneath the thin material of her lingerie, harden nipples that had been the focus of his assault earlier visible to his sight and sense. Finding it a rather erotic sight to behold, he had opt to not take her bottoms off, relishing in the friction the laces gave against the sensitive veins of his shaft. Her half-lidded eyes never left his gaze, and neither does his. The space between them was close enough for them to feel their hot breaths hitting against each other.They didn’t need words, just their grunts and gasps from their amorous feats, to know that both of them were on the edge of pleasure.Asagi buried her face to his collarbone, pacing slowing down. She looked up at him with brown eyes pleading, her blonde hair a mess that clung to sweat-slicken skin. “Hizamaru… I’m getting close…”It was time for him to do the work, he thought as his strong hands gripped her waist firm enough to give them bruises and markings. Without stopping her rolling hips, Hizamaru snapped his hips up inside her. That’s it, he mused and grinned like Wonderland’s Cheshire cat, that’s the spot she loves. Her cries of pleasure had been muffled from their kiss. His tongue slipped past her lips and entangled with her faster than she could realize it as his hands moved from her bruised waist to her bottom. Her shaky legs were wrapped around his waist as his deep thrusts sped up.He remembered the last question she asked him before they became the tangled up mess they are right now.
“Do you like it?”
Of course, he doesn’t like it; he absolutely loves it.