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  1. Class is boring. There's nothing else to say. It all looks the same, lessons and classmates alike. She doesn't belong here. She wears their uniform, reads their texts, sits in their desks, but there's an air about her that makes it more than obvious, even for the commoners around her. Kirari's gotten used to it. No wonder, she lived most part of her eighteen years among people who could not match her and there's no point in hiding it. Modesty is for those who have nothing else to show, and she has nothing to share with those around her. The teacher's speaking. She's listening, but only in part: somehow her brain registers everything it needs to. That's how she'll ace the next test, and no-one will complain, not even this boring old man who keeps glancing at her trying to attract another crumb of her attention. It's not working, that goes without saying. "Sayaka would probably scold me. ", she thinks, staring out of the window. She has to force herself not to smile thinking about her. "Math is important, President! ", had said her favorite fish last time Kirari had passed a whole afternoon trying to distract her from her homework, "I'm more than sure that it will show itself useful some day! " Holding back a smile becomes harder. Kirari can't wait to meet her later. She never fails to dissolve the boredom caused by all these wasted hours. Teachers have even stopped asking her questions. She answers them no matter what. "Guess they got bored too… poor things. " Her eyes stare into the pale blue sky outside the window. She can't wait to meet Sayaka, indeed. As usual, she'll have a cup of warm tea ready for her and that never fails to improve her mood either. She made some tea before class too, and Kirari's lips curled behind the cup with the utmost pleasure. She even asked for a second cup, and the smile with which Sayaka complied was more than enough to brighten her day. Only her good sense stopped her from getting a third one, but later she'll see about that. Now that she thinks about it though, she's starting to feel the urge to relieve herself. It's been a couple of hours already, after all. She doesn't ask to be excused. Teachers have learnt to respect her- and fear her- but this one can be quite petty when it comes to this sort of things. It won't be long untill class is over. She can wait all right, and in the meantime, she can daydream as much as she wants about how she's going to employ her free time later on. Maybe with a gamble. Or maybe teasing Sayaka. \\ \\ \\ Class is over. The next teacher is this middle-aged woman who likes to pretend she has the complete control of her students. The fact that Kirari is among them should be more than enough to prove her wrong, but that doesn't seem to bother her delusions: she keeps screaming at the top of her lungs at every whisper and her hands just don't know how to be still when she talks. Kirari thinks that the way her throat swells and turns red is repulsive, yet oddily amusing. She stares at her, sometimes without being able to hold back a smile. Her gaze hunts her down with its intensisty. Yet, this woman keeps avoiding it and that's just hilarious, really. She's yelling and yelling, all the while looking at everything but Kirari. "I wonder what would happen if I were to show you who has the upper hand in here. ", thinks the Student Council President, and there's this impulse in her to provoke and desecrate the other's filmsy authority, but she knows better than to do it now. It's simply not worth it. She can ask to be excused instead and before going to the restrooms she might drop by Sayaka's class, just to see her reaction. It's been a while since the last time, after all. Taking a stroll in the empty hallways is just what she needs right now. \\ \\ \\ It's a pity, but before she knows it, this class is over too and the next teacher is already at the door. Ah, this man is one of the best: just like the rest of his colleagues, he likes to think that he has some sort of control on Kirari's class. On top of that though, he also likes to think that no one notices the way he looks at the girls. There's something like thirty-eight years of difference between him and his students, and yes, math is important after all. Most importantly when he's drooling all over these kids. "Disgusting. ", thinks Kirari amused, and she's getting ready to stare too, because he's awful at it when it comes to her. It's hard to understand what he's trying to do: sometimes he smiles back at her, goody-two-shoes who knows better, sometimes he furrows his brows, like the proper educator that he'll never be. In general, his idiocy makes for a good entertainment, and Kirari does need to relieve herself, but he's just too much fun. He's like one of those goofy rubber toys for dogs: as soon as she squeezes her hand he squeaks. She's more than conscious than among her classmates, no one can compare to her. Ririka could be the only real rival, for obvious reasons, but she's not here, and even if she was, her mask would prevent her from existing at all. Maybe Yumeko could be a worthy opponent, but alas, she's not here either. She would make everything more entertaining, no doubt. Oh, but this old man is doing everything on his own. He's looking around with the most innocent face. Something's off with his tablet, he says. Would anyone be kind enough to help him? Our honorable Student Council President, perhaps? It's hard not to laugh in his face. Kirari plays along with one of her best smiles. She feels the need starting to weight in her abdomen, but it's easy to ignore when she approaches him and his eyes light up like a child's at Christmas. She almost bends forward to take his tablet. Almost. She won't allow him to stare at her bosom, but she will pretend to let him. It's more than enough. He's wagging his tail, clearing his throat as she hands back the device with a smile. She takes his praise, modest, oh so very modest. Very amusing, but it's time to leave. Sayaka will light up when she'll come into class. She's already preparing a reason for her entrance as the bell rings. Too bad the next teacher has had the brilliant idea of a surprise test. It's for your own good, finals will come sooner than you expect them, ecc. ecc. As if tests were what made the students great in this Academy. Shaking her head, Kirari takes a sip from her water bottle. She's been sitting for the past forty minutes and she was done twenty minutes ago. Filling another hour and a half is going to be rough. This is the right time to leave. The woman looks at her almost suspicious seeing her approach. "It's a test, not your Life Plan. ", thinks Kirari, smiling sharp and amiable. The teacher seems to read her mind, for she smiles back and seems to relax. She asks if she's sure she's done, if she double-checked eveything. Of course she did, of course, and how's the Student Council going, is Yumemite doing all right with her MyTube channel or whatever it is and-… "Excuse me. ", interrupts her Kirari halfway-through, "May I be excused? " "Oh. ", says the woman, blinking. "I- Well, Miss Momobami, we're in the middle of a test and as you most certainly know-… " "Yes. "; says Kirari, "No student should be allowed to leave untill its end. I understand. " She could use her charm. The day however, is still long. There are too many classes. Might as well wait another hour or two and then skip the rest altogether. \\ \\ \\ Toc toc The girl at her left turns to look at her. Kirari, arms crossed on her chest and unreadable face, glances at her and that's enough to make her seek refuge in the mess of paper-sheets in her hands. She crossed her legs, but they're too long and now that she started bouncing them, she hit her desk from below without meaning to. This test is lasting forever. A good two-third of her water is gone. She wasn't thirsty, only bored beyond reason. She knows she shouldn't drink with the necessity to use the restroom growing more pressing by the minute. That, however, is the only thing distracting her from this dullness. Waiting will make her appreciate more the relief once she'll take care of this need. Five minutes. Three. The bell rings, and among groans and whispers, the students are forced to hand in their tests. The next teacher takes her time, and Kirari has to make an effort not to show her annoyance. When she does get here, it would take nothing more than a smile and a please to be gone. If it wasn't for the other four or five students who also need to be excused. "Annoying… ", thinks Kirari. She's not going to crowd with the others like chickens waiting for their feed. The Student Coucil President does have privileges, but using them like this would be almost offensive. She'll wait. This lesson is as boring as ever, but she's already planned her entrance in Sayaka's class. When it's her turn to leave, a good half an hour later, Kirari barely gives herself time to be as polite as always. If someone noticed her hurry it doesn't matter. Now she can finally get a breath of fresh air and some silence. The hallways are as empty as expected. It's good to have some peace, though truth be told, Kirari thinks that an aquarium without fishes is just a pretty water tank. She still takes her time, strolling as if she was in her own home's garden. This place belongs to her just as much after all. The restrooms are just a few meters ahead. Before reaching them, she gets the desire to take a look at the courtyard outside. As she approaches the window, she's forced to desist: steps are coming and getting rebuked for loitering in the hallways is the very last thing she wants. The teacher approaching has a stack of documents in her hands. It almost reaches her head and it's clear it lacks balance. Smiling, Kirari decides to prevent any problem. "Hello. ", she says, polite, "May I help you ma'am? " The relieved smile she receives it's almost comical. Kirari's not one to do the grunt work, not in the least, but she's heard rumors about this woman. Interesting ones. Like the fact that she might or might not have lost her house because of gambling debts. Yet, here she is, sourrounded by temptations. Owning an adult's life is something Kirari hasn't quite done yet and she's starting to think that perhaps this is the right chance to change that. This woman isn't too old, she hasn't lost her shine. If she'll have some time to spare, Kirari wonders, wouldn't she stop at a certain gambling den one of these days? There's a new game the students have been trying out and-… She doesn't need to finish. There's a glimmer in the teacher's eyes and even if she pretends to think about it, Kirari's already planned everything ahead. She only hopes this woman will be better at gambling than at faking. The Ikishima's people will be more than ready to welcome her; without anyone knowing, of course. Kirari's got what she wanted, her attention moves on to something else. They've reached the the teachers' lounge and she can't wait to drop everything and reach the restrooms. She ignores the hardened tone of the teacher as she tries to regain some dignity by remarking that all students must be in class during their lessons. Her Life Plan will be in Kirari's hands long before they'll meet again. A voice distracts her from these thoughts. "Ah, Miss Momobami! " It's the teacher that she's supposed to be waiting for in class. Her smile is much less warm as she follows him back. \\ \\ \\ It's been four hours. The lessons proceeded without giving her any chance to be excused, and at lunch-time, Kirari knew the restrooms would be all to full to relieve herself without hassles. As usual, she's having her meal alone, in the Student Council Lounge. Sayaka came to her as soon as she was done with her own lunch, but between the disappointment for the spoilt surprise earlier and the need hammering her lower abdomen, the President can't say she's in a good mood. Sayaka must have miserunderstood the reasons of her ill humor, for she said no more than a few words. "I know I should act differently, ", thinks Kirari, forcing herself to eat a few more mouthfuls, "but for God's sake… " Her bladder feels so full that it's starting to press against her buttoned blazer. The fact that she's been drinking some water with her food doesn't help, of course, but it was inevitable. "I need to take care of this as soon as possible… It's starting to be more annoying that expected… " "President? " Sayaka's voice interrupts her grim thoughts. Kirari looks up and touches her mouth with a napkin before forcing herself to smile. "What is it, Sayaka? " She clears her throat. Her voice came out weird. Under the table, her legs uncross: without noticing she had started to bounce them. "Forgive me for bringing this up while you're having lunch, but I had a few questions concerning tomorrow's meeting. " "It will be the same as always.", thinks Kirari, " They'll either try to tear each other apart for a crumb of my power, or they won't mind at all… they'll pretend to, at least. " "Ask me anything you want. ", she says. Sayaka does. She's her usual diligent self, and the smile on Kirari's lips become more natural as she listens to all her silly concerns. The President ends her lunch-break talking about costs and responsabilities, and Sayaka seems to forget about the weird mood she was when they met, for now she looks more at ease. "Good girl… Don't concern yourself with this. ", thinks Kirari, "Don't ask any questions about this… " She glances at the clock. There are fifteen or so minutes left before the break ends. As she listened to Sayaka, she drank three more glasses of water. Her belly is starting to hurt as it has never done before. She can't remember the last time she had to delay such a necessity for so long. A part of her is certainly intrigued, about this odd sensations, but overall, she's just looking forward to emptying her bladder. She gets up and Sayaka starts cleaning up the table. "Let a House-Pet take care of it.", says Kirari, "You work too hard. " Sayaka nods and smiles as she replies: "You too President. You should take a break and leave everything to me. " "Oh, Sayaka. ", thinks Kirari chuckling, "Not this time dear, not this time… " "Shall I accompany you to your next class? " "As much as I would like you to, ", says Kirari, "There's something I need to do before that. I shall see you later, if we have a chance to. " "And we will, certainly… I still want to surprise you. " "Oh… ", says Sayaka, "As you wish. I will see you later, then. " "Good-bye, Sayaka. " Kirari opens the door for her and follows her outside. Sayaka bows her head one last time before turning her back and leaving in the opposite direction. " Well now. Let's find a way for me to get rid of this. " Now that she got up, Kirari can't deny that her need has grown far more than what she should have let it. Her skin is tight over her abdomen and there's a continuous tingling between her legs, the signal that it's time to relieve all that pressure, soon. The risk of moistening her underwear, even if still inconceivable, has grown dangerously high at every step. She almost chuckles to herself, thinking about the absurdity of her situation. "Acting like a goody-two-shoes for the teachers' sake was my biggest mistake. After all, though, I can't always be causing a ruckus… or can I? " She thinks about the woman and about those waiting for her in the den. Perhaps not everything was for naught in the end. There are still quite a few students around. This time though, Kirari has no intention whatsover of waiting in line. Soon enough she discovers that she doesn't have to: the restroom she had meant to use has a warning sign on its door, telling the students about its cleaning. Ignoring the fact that the idea of cleaning the toilets at such an hour could be birthied only by a limited mind, to put it politely, Kirari considers using the boy's restroom before changing her mind. She's not the only disappointed girl, but there are far too many male students. Showing herself in such a disgraceful act doesn't quite fit her character, even if she would be intrigued to see someone else in the same situation. "There's still time. "; she thinks, "I'll just try somewhere else. " Walking is uncomfortable now. There's a little warm drop at the tip of her most intimate spot, and she's growing more and more conscious of it, but she has no intention of letting it go anywhere near the fabric of her underwear or of her panty hose. Yet, the thought just won't leave her mind. She does need to urinate, and she didn't think it could become more obvious than this, but it's clear she was wrong. Two flight of stairs later, she almost gives up the idea of keeping herself dry. The little warm drop has grown harder and harder to keep back, but the very thought of soiling herself, even if just a little, is revolting. She has no intention whatsoever of letting it happen. Three hallways separate her from the closest restroom. She's doing a good job of keeping up her façade, but behind her usual calm, her mind is fixed on only one thing. Relieveing herself will be quite a pleasure, and she's looking forward to it more than ever. She can already imagine her bladder emptying its content, the murmur of her urine as it reaches its rightful place while the relief washes over her. She's looking forward to it, indeed. Too bad this time there's a line long enough that students are chatting between themselves in the hallway, the sound of running sinks and flushing coming from the open door. Kiraris' gaze hardens: the restroom is a private room. To show its inside like this and to blather around as if it was a tea party it's unsightly. She's already reticent at the idea of sharing such a place with the hundreds of students of the Academy, she's not going to participate in any monkey buisness. She turns her back, her fists clenched at her sides. There's still another restroom to try, even if time's running out. In more than one sense. Her muscles are starting to cramp. Her skirt has grown more than uncomfortable around her bloated waist. Kirari's starting to look too vexed for those around her not to notice, but she doesn't mind their stares, nor their murmurs. Her step is quick and sure: with all probabilities, they might think she's just busy. Sayaka's not even at her side as usual, but that's for the best, no doubt about it. It's just that… perhaps Kirari ought to slow down. Her step falters, as if she had tripped over nothing. She felt the drop. It's warm and wet against her skin, her underwear's ruined. "Disgusting…", she thinks, but she felt the first hint of relief. She's still in control of her body, but it won't take long before she'll give it up of her own accord. This pain is far too unnecessary to bear it for longer. The restroom is right in front of her. So is Ririka. Kirari ignores the stare she knows Ririka's sending from behind her mask. She doesn't even greet her. It's easy to understand why they're both here and some idle chit-chat would only vex the President. It's not like Ririka's a chatter-box after all, most importantly in such a situation. At first glance, most of the stalls are occupied, the little red squares on the doorknob bright against the more sober color of the walls. Only one of them is still green. Kirari glares. Her sister came in first, but she's more than sure her need is more urgent. She doesn't want either Ririka or the others to know about it though. Firm and rigid, she grabs for Ririka's shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. Now, to be honest, Ririka had more than expected such a gesture on her part. Kirari can be polite, and she can also be the most well-mannered member of the Bami Family, but she can also be the most imposing. Having grown up at her side, no one would know better than her. It's still unpleasant, but Ririka doesn't make a sound and Kirari doesn't have to stare at the bottomless holes of her mask to send her message. The thing is, that now there are more people entering. "There's no way I'm going to be seen in here right now. ", thinks Kirari, her annoyance growing at each second, along with her need. Being seen with Ririka, on top of that, is simply unacceptable. "Get in. ", she says, her voice low and controlled notwithstanding the situation. Her hand is still on Ririka's blazer, making her stagger inside the stall. She trips, sitting hard on the toilet just in time for her sister to lock the door as two more girls enter the restroom. The stall is smaller than expected. She put enough strenght in pushing Ririka inside, that Kirari finds herself staggering too, parting her legs in order not to crash into Ririka's. Another warm drop. Kirari grimaces as she hears the girls chattering. Looking down she can almost read her sister's bewilderment under the mask, but she doesn't want to look, just like she doesn't want to be in here with so many people. On her part, Ririka is indeed quite puzzled. She's noticing the odd air about Kirari's eyes, the hard line of her mouth. She has never seen her like this- in more than one sense. She can feel her legs trembling against hers. She'd like to speak up, but as soon as she makes a noise, Kirari's glare freezes her. Her lips move without a sound. Hush. They know each other, of course. Just like Kirari knows that Ririka's often too shy to relieve herself when there's someone nearby, Ririka knows that her sister belives it an unpleasant matter to take care of such needs in the company of others. Aside from their appearance and their family, the only thing they might have in common is their dislike for public restrooms. The luxurious ten or so bathrooms they have at home are more than enough to justify such a quirk. That doesn't change the fact that, even if dressed, Ririka too feels the urge to relieve herself now that she's in the right position for it. She did come here for a reason, after all, and whether it be because her need is stronger than usual, or because Kirari's here, she feels more than ready to empty her own bladder. However, Kirari's everything but interested in her. On one hand, the need to relieve herself has grown unbearable. The scent of her own urine is gross and revolting but she can't help feeling like she ought to let out much more than just a couple of drops. Having Ririka so close is helping her concentration, but she knows it won't last for long no matter how hard she tries. It's not a mere question of will power anymore. Only one stall has become avaible, and the girls are still chattering between themselves. All that noise is almost offensive. The only reason why Kirari hasn't lost her temper just yet is that she knows that far too many of her school mates are still too immature or unrefined to understand her kind of unwritten rules. She notices a movement with the corner of her eye: Ririka's trying to communicate using her hands, but the space is far too cramped. Having understood her intentions, Kirari removes her sister's mask. Her twin squints in the sudden light. She meets Kirari's gaze, stern and firm. 'Pee. ', her pale eyes seem to plead. 'I know. ', reply Kirari's. Being reminded of her own necessities is the very last thing Kirari needs. Having to keep her legs spread like that is growing harder and harder and her belly is so full she has to make an effort not to caress it. She's paying attention to what's going on outside but she's holding back so much that if she were to get distracted even for a second, a disaster would be inevitable. Feeling it, her breath hitches as she tries to harden her muscles. She feels Ririka's eyes on her face, reading her pain, and without a second thought, she pushes the mask back in its place. Now, there's a problem less. Another warm drop, then two. Kirari bites her free hand untill she almost tastes blood. "I need to piss. No other way of saying it, I… need… to… piss… ", she thinks as her breath becomes heavy with effort. Underneath her, Ririka's uneasiness increases. She could have never imagined to see her twin struggling like this. It's worringsome, and she's too concerned to even feel sorry. Still, she can tell the urgency has reached a dangerous point. Kirari feels the first real leak. Suddenly, her underwear is soggy and warm and the blood has rushed to her head. She can't believe this is happening. At the same time though, she knows this is the beginning of the end. Her bladder spasms. The girls outside talk of boys and karaoke and she feels the second spurt. She forces herself to be quiet, but her breath is hard to keep in check. Kirari can't hold herself any longer. Not even she knows if she starts relieving herself of her own volition or not: a third spurt turns into a fourth, and from that, it's not a spurt anymore, but a full stream, its scent warm and pungent in the small space as it soaks her clothes. The hissing is so strong she almost fears it might be heard, but there's no risk, and in all honesty, she's got bigger fish to fry now. Ririka's trying to get up. As soon as she realized what was happening, she made a sound, a sort of squeak that the modifier distorted into something gross and unsettling. Without even looking, Kirari's hand reaches for the switch behind the mask, turning it off. Then, she leans on Ririka, forcing her down. Her warm, filthy urine is soaking them both, and Kirari's conscious of the situation, she really is, but the relief is inevitable. She'd like to sigh, or moan, to make a sound that could express the most instinctive pleasure caused by the emptying of a full bladder. "It's the first pleasure we feel… ", she thinks as she sinks her teeth in her sister's forehead in order to keep her voice in. Being deprived of her own voice, Ririka can only jolt and hope for it to be over soon. Kirari's got a good mouthful of her hair, but that's not the biggets problem, of course. This is all far too gross and unexpected. A part of her suggests that she might take care of her own matters, nevermind the fact that she's dressed. On the other hand though, the thought of following Kirari's example is unconceivable right now. She could have never done anything like this, not even on purpose. Ririka can only sit still and endure both the pain and the soiling. Kirari's body takes its time. The strangers outside talks of God only knows what and for God only knows how long before Kirari can regain some control over herself. Her panty hose is warm and wet as it kisses her skin. She stopped biting Ririka at a certain point and now her breath is slowing down, polishing her sister's mask. She glances down: Ririka's skirt is dark, heavy and dripping with piss. So is the latter part of her blazer and shirt, and her own panty hose. But there's time to worry about that. Kirari feels the last drops and allows herself the pleasure of relieving herself of them. The situation has certainly turned in an unexpected way. Even if she had no intention to soil either Ririka or herself though, Kirari can't say she's displeased. The scent is awful, and so is the wetness, which, she notices, has filled even her shoes, but… this is something new. Something there's no more need to worry about, thankfully. The restroom's door open and closes behind her, bringing away the last words. She straightens up, looking at Ririka. 'I know. . ', her eyes tell her once again. Kirari backs up as much as she can, allowing her sister some more space, and reaches inside her pocket. She takes out her phone, dials a number. "Don't be in class just yet… Be a good girl, but not too much… ", she thinks serious, listening to the rythmic beep. "President? " Sayaka's voice clears her gaze. Kirari chuckles: everything will be fine now. Notes: It's been ages since I wrote this sort of stuff. This work has been sitting around since december and onyl recently I forced myself to finish it. Hope you enjoyed. Be safe in these hard times. Perhaps I gave you something to keep you occupied. Commissions are open btw. Email me at [email protected] for details. Thank you for reading, see ya.
  2. Summary: A (kinky) retelling of chapter 14, Temperance. A full-bladdered Apprentice and Nadia get to enjoy themselves while they try to find out the truth about Lucio's ghost. I tried to keep the narration as gender-neutral as possible, so you can imagine the Apprentice however you want. Nadia's smile speaks volumes: the clothes she has prepared for me must fit me more than I imagine. Even before trying them on, after all, I knew she had made the right choice. If there's something I believe in about her is her tastes. "What do you think? " I turn around once, twice, giving her the time to admire me. I love the way she looks at me. "You look beautiful. ", she says pleased. She's more beautiful than what I could ever wish to be, but I don't have the time to say it. She leans closer and her lips touch mine. Under the mask, I can feel my face growing hot. Her lips are so soft! My hand rests on the small of her back and I let myself enjoy her warmth. If I died right now, I'd die more than happy. The kiss lasts for a few seconds. I'd like it to last a little longer, I wish I had the chance to get bolder. Nadia steps back: her eyes are gleaming. Her breath is a little faster, but she clears her throat and tries to hide it. "As much as I'd like to bring this a little further, my love, we have a Masquerade to attend. I still need to get changed. " Of course, she's right. She's still wearing the flimsy nightgown. I notice how, when she leant closer, the shape of her breasts became more visible beneath the fabric. Trying to calm the thundering in my chest I say: "Need a hand?. " "Yes, thank you. ", she replies. She steps away, toward her guardrobe. The first thing I see when she opens it is a lucid ensemble of feathers and silk. It's so black it's almost intimidating, now that she has taken it out. I can't wait to see her wearing it. I help her with the fastening on the back. As soon as I touch the fabric, I can't even begin to imagine its cost. The golden decoration catches and plays with the light at each movement. The silk is smoother than the skin of a baby and the feathers are authentic. Each of them is perfect on its own. I'm ready to bet they were plucked out one by one. The best part, however, is not the fabric: it's the part where it's missing. Nadia is showing her cleavage in all its magnificence and I have to make an effort not to stare too much. "You… you look gorgeous. ", I manage to say. I'm glad she can't see my face. "Do you really think so? I'm glad. " The compliment pleased her, I hope she will kiss me again. She has noticed my intention though- I don't know how, considering the mask. She offers me a mischievous smile as she turns her back. I raise my hands in defeat and follow her to her toilette. She still needs to to her hair and make-up, I guess. It takes so long I start worring we might end up being late. In the end, though, it's more than worth it: we get to look at each other in the mirror, playing hide-and-seek with our glances, and once she's done she's even more beautiful. I'm about to compliment her again when I see her growing thoughtful. "What is it? ", I ask. She looks uncomfortable. I've seen that face before. "Oh, it's nothing of importance, really. ", she says. "I was just thinking whether I ought to… hrm-mh, relieve myself now, or if it would be best to wait. " She looks so embarassed! I have to make an effort not to chuckle. "You should do it now. ", I reply. "Ghost-hunting is going to be hard with a full bladder. " We can't get distracted. We don't know how Lucio is going to move. And I'm sure that we won't like it, no matter what. Nadia nods. "Let me search for a chamberpot. " "Do you want me to help you? " The look she shoots me is almost comical. "Darling…", she then says, regaining some of her composure, "I would never wish for you to do the maid's job. " A few scenarios come to my mind and I can't help smiling. I'd like to tease her, a little. "Are you sure? ", I say. Nadia can't see my face, and yet my tone must be unmistakable. "Oh? ", she replies, her own voice changing like mine. "Perhaps I ought to let you take care of these matters more often, then. " As I bow my head as much as I can, I declare: "I am now and forever your most faithful servant, my Lady. " My curstey must be quite poor, for I can see her struggling with a smile. Oh, but of course: Nadia knows very well the game we're playing. At once, her lips straighten and her eyes grow cold, even if she can't hide the spark of amusement in them. I do my best not to grin under the mask. I stand as stiff as a wooden board in order to look as maid-like as I can. "Well then. ", she says. "Fetch me the chamberpot. " "Of course, your Highness. " I know perfectly well that Nadia doesn't treat her servants like that. Not using 'please' must bother her more than what she'd like to admit. Once more I bow my head almost to my knees' level, then, off I am, searching the room. It doesn't take long, I know her rooms well enough now, even if their gargantuan size still baffles me. "Here, your Highness. " I'm handling that chamberpot as if I was carring a bowl of jewels and gold. It's getting harder for Nadia not to laugh. I place it at her feet and wait, my hands behind my back, my face lowered in respect. "Well done. ", she says. "It was my greates pleasure, my Lady. " My third bow must be a little too extravagant, for this time she starts chuckling and doesn't stop untill her arms are around my neck and her lips are on my forehead. She smells like unkown flowers, like a distant country and yet like home. She smells like something I don't want to lose and for a moment the apprehension for what awaits us tonight weights heavy on my heart. But there's time for that. "My, what a lucky mistress I am. ", says Nadia. "I'm the luckiest of servants then. " My eyes find hers in the holes of the mask. We get lost in each other and I don't want it to end, I don't want her to leave my arms, I don't want to face Lucio's ghost. But we gotta do what we gotta do. I can only wish one day all of this will be nothing more than memories. Nadia steps back. "Let me take care of this. We'll leave as soon as I’m done. You've distracted me more than enough. " I chuckle. I don't want her to see my worry. I know that she's as anxious as me, if not more. She disappears behind the decorated partition by her toilette and I'm left alone with my thoughts. "Dear? ", she calls after a moment. "Yes? What is it? " "You don't have to do this if you don't want to but… I'm having troubles with my gown. Would you mind helping me with it? " We've come a long way if she allows me to assist her in such a moment. Yet, her embarassment will never cease to amuse me. I have to hold back a smile as I keep the fabric out of her way. She refuses to let me hold the chamberpot for her, even if I wouldn't have minded it at all. I guess that even if she has stated the contrary, she doesn't want me to be that kind of servant. It takes a while for her to relax. I don't want to tease her, nor bother her. I let her take her time, and in the end Nadia lets out a quiet but remarkable trickle. She's still stiff and I'd like her to be more at ease, but at least she manages to relieve herself without any problems. Once she's done, she dries herself with a clean piece of cloth and sets everything aside. A real servant will clean up later. "Thank you, dear. ", she tells me while washing her hands. "It was nothing. ", I reply. "All set? " "Yes, I think so. " "Ready to go goat-hunting? " "I thought it was ghost-hunting, but in both cases I don't think I could define myself as 'ready'. ", she says, as I open the door for her. "Let us say that I'm more than ready to find our unpleasant guest. " \\ \\ \\ The Masquerade is the most amazing, astonishing, spell-binding celebration I have ever had the chance to witness. I've ever let myself think of marriage before, but now that I get to see Nadia's skills in action I know for sure who's going to take care of everything. Even if, considering how stressful it was for her, it goes without saying that I shall help her however I can. I'm not sure I could do much, though. Nadia's really outdone herself. The Palace looks even more magnificent than usual: its halls are crowded with the costumes and masks of the guests, with the sound of a dozen different songs, with the wonderful scents of candles and flowers and of each and every kind of food the kitchens could prepare. There are dancers, and acrobats, and musicians and sparkles of magic livening up the already cheerful atmosphere. In every direction, people are laughing and speaking aloud, carrying glasses filled with all sort of beverages. The only downside is that there are far too many guests asking for Nadia's attention. I wish she could concentrate on what's really important, instead of being yelled at for the price of shrimps and whatnot. But even then, we are enjoying ourselves a lot. "What do you think? ", asks Nadia. She's wearing her mask now and she looks absolutely breath-taking. "I think that if I were Lucio, I too would come back from the dead to see all of this. You really did a great job, Nadia." "I'm glad you like it. My efforts weren't in vain, after all. ", she says, smiling. I can't stop looking around. In every corner there's something different, an interesting mask here, some peculiar food there, a woman eating fire a little way up. I'm amazed. I'm having fun. I love to have her hand in mine as we make our way in the middle of that jolly chaos. I've almost forgotten about our real goal. But something else is starting to distract me. I was paying so much attention to Nadia's needs that I forgot to mind my own: I can feel the need to pee making its way in my lower abdomen. By now, we are too far from her rooms to get back and relieve myself in their privacy. I'm still fine though. More than fine, actually. We have a job to do, and I also want to keep enjoying myself with Nadia. I can wait. \\ \\ \\ The search starts. We've had our dance, now it's time to get back to buisness. If only people would mind their buisness and let Nadia be instead of annoying her at every chance! She's already starting to rub her temples. And now that I notice, I'm starting to look above the heads of the guests around us, searching for any sign of restrooms. That's not good. I don't quite know who or what we're searching for, but I'm sure that it's not the pissoirs. I have to focus. "I do remember this room. ", says Nadia. My attention goes back to her. She's been saying that a lot, but we haven't found any clues yet. We've visited a room filled with leaves and trees and a corn maze, pretty much like an in-door garden; while in another room we found magic paint and people dancing in the darkness (I did enjoy that quite a lot, thanks to Nadia). This time, the first thing I see are the dozens of colorful glasses, stacked on the tables like rainbow pyramids. Considering the excitement of certain guests, it's a miracle that everything is still intact. Although now that I get a better look I can see that there are servants helping them. "This is also a no go. Still, as we're here… " Nadia wants me to try some of the beverages. I, on the other end, am not so sure I should be drinking. Each glass is as tall as Nadia's hands; which, even if beautiful and delicate, are still quite big. I should refuse, the search is more than enough for an excuse. But she looks so eager! And people have been pestering her ever since we set foot on the dance-floor. "I'd like to try a blue one. ", I say before I can change my mind. Nadia smiles. "Excuse-me. ", she says to a waiter. "Would you mind giving us a blue one and a red one please? " I was wrong when I said the glasses are as big as Nadia's hands: they're actually bigger. I stare at the glass, at her long, dainty fingers wrapped around it. I'm making a mistake here, no doubt. But I had been eyeing the blue ones up for a while so… "Cheers: to a succesful goat- ghost?- hunt. ", says Nadia. "Cheers. To us. ", I reply. We taste the gaudy liquids. My eyes widens, I force myself to keep my lips shut: the drink is crackling in my mouth! It tickles my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, and as I swallow it, I can feel its spark in my stomach. The effect fades almost at once, but I'm still struggling. I feel as if I wanted to start laughing for no reason at all. "From the face you're making I assume yours must've been more surprising than mine. ", says Nadia smiling. Magic. I should have known at once; I mean, what kind of drink does that? Not even Julian's swill can compare. Just to be sure, I take another sip, longer this time. Again, the crackling, the tickling, the weird sparks, as if I was drinking a cold, liquid version of a camp-fire. And again, the need to laugh. This time I can't hold it back and I end up laughing in Nadia's face. I feel heat rising to my face. I cover my mouth: I don't know what I'd give to make her forget about it. However, after the first moment of confusion, I see her laughing too. She's so beautiful when she laughs that my cheeks remain red, but for a different reason. "Oh, I see. ", she says amused. "I remember tasting that when the cooks were still getting everything ready. Drink some more, it's quite good. " I'm starting to get used to the feeling and I love the way it makes both of us laugh. Before I know it, half of my drink is gone. She barely tasted hers. "Let's switch. ", she then says, " Try this one, it's my favorite. " I'm curious . She doesn't like sweet things, and indeed, this is quite sour, like a good white wine. The most interesting thing, though, is the warmth: I just can't get enough of it. I fill my mouth, enjoying every second, before swallowing. It makes me feel all warm and weird inside, but in a good way. Surprised, I notice how I've felt like this before: it's how I feel when Asra comes back after he wanders off on his own, it's how I felt when Portia let me in her home, how it feels like when Julian smiles, like the rowdiest of pirates. It's the feeling I got when I woke up at Nadia's side a few hours ago. It's… "Essence of love, my darling. " Nadia is observing me behind the edge of her glass. "Do you like it? " I don't know what to answer. All my words are lost in that sensation of warmth. My only reply is another big swig and a kiss. I don't care if people see us. As soon as Nadia opens her lips, I let some of the liquid inside her mouth. She's not as careless as me, she does turn away from the crowd, bringing me with her. But she doesn't leave. When I open my eyes, I forget about the warmth: the look she's giving me is setting me on fire. "I want another one. ", I say, my voice low. I have to make an effort not to press her against me. "Is that so? ", she replies. "Don't we have a ghost to hunt, a room to find? " The warmth is fading. I shake my head: I'm back to my senses. Too bad. With a sigh, I take a step back. I can still fell the heat underneath my mask. Nadia is about to speak again, but something attracts her attention. I follow her gaze: Procurator Volta is chugging down what I assume being a cocktail of five or six mixed beverages. The drink is splashing all over her face. I grimace. The show is quite revolting. "Looks like you're not the only one enjoying the free drinks. Procurator Volta-… " Nadia's call gets openly ignored. As soon as Volta spots us, she drops the glass, making a colorful mess on the pavement, then she runs off in the commotion. Soon we lose sight of her. "Quite odd. ", remarks Nadia. "Too many sugars? " Before she can reply, a huge gentleman covered in peacock feathers and emeralds approaches us. He's taller than Nadia and his voice booms above the chaos of the party. He's so loud that with all probabilities even the rulers of the neightbouring countries can hear him. He's talking about wine and taxes, but neither me or Nadia give him more than two seconds. "Looks like it's time to go. ", I announce. "My, I've already made our friends wait long enough. ", she says at the same time. She grabs my hand and leads me outside in a rush. The gentleman's voice can still be heard in the hallway. He gives up soon enough though. "I don't understand. People know that this is a festivity, right? Why are they bugging you like this? ", I ask as soon as we catch our breaths. "Oh, don't be too hard on them. ", replies Nadia. "Some of them have real problems. I'd be more than glad to listen to them even now, but we have more important matters at hand. " "Right. Have you remembered anything new yet? " "No, not at all. Recalling such things in this confusion is harder than you might expect. " I squeeze her hand a little. I don't want to put any more pressure on her. And talking about pressure, I still need to pee. I finished Nadia's drink and drank half of my own. My bladder is already starting to feel fuller, but at least their effect is gone. I'm not sure I'd be able to concentrare while trying not to laugh like an idiot, or while feeling the need to kiss Nadia with all I have. \\ \\ \\ Room after room, annoying guest after annoying guest. We walk, and eat, and drink, and dance and let ourselves be worried about the situation. It's been hours since the beginning of the Masquerade and we still have no clues. Also, I can't show it and I have no intention of admitting it, but I'm starting to grow restless. I can't focus when I need to pee so bad. "Still nothing? ", I ask for the umpteenth time. My leg can't stop bouncing as I look around. "No. " Nadia is rubbing her temples. I hope she doesn't push herself to the point of getting a migraine; but time is growing short. She sighs. "How does a break sound to you? I have a private gazebo we can go to. " I hesitate but only a little before agreeing. I don't dare hoping we might find a restroom on our way there. And indeed, we get to see all sorts of elaborate costumes and acrobats, but no sign of the toilets. I'm starting to miss the white ceramic of the pissoirs. I can't wait to find myself in front of one of them. To make it worse, as we cross the gardens we find ourselves in the middle of a tea-party. There are guests, sitting in groups or in couples, drinking from the most exquisite tea sets I've ever seen while eating little sandwiches and sweets. The smell makes my mouth water, but the sight of the amber-colored liquid is torture. I watch it slosh in the cup of a lady and I have to refrain from shivering. The gazebo is not too far. It looks intimate and fancy. If we had been in a different situation, if Lucio wasn't about to come back to commit an atrocity and I wasn't in need of a chamberpot, I'm sure I would have appreciated it much more. Two guards are standing at the entrance. Nadia orders them to keep everyone out, then she leads me inside. For the first time in hours we get some peace. There's no-one around us and Nadia seems to relax. She takes off her mask: I can see she's growing weary. I take off my mask too to get a better look around: the space is indeed as cozy and intimate as I had expected, maybe even more. There's food prepared on a table and what I assume being a throne in front of the entrance. Nadia touches my arm and exchanges a glance with me before sitting down. She looks majestic. I'm torn between wanting to kneel down and kiss the ground before her feet or climbing in her lap and letting her coddle me. "What do you think? Do you like it here? " "Yes. ", I say. " I really like it. Mostly because there's only you and me. I was getting tired of all that commotion." She smiles. She rests her chin on one of her hands, while the other opens in a welcoming gesture. "Come here then. You deserve some rest, don't you? " My wish is being fullfilled and I didn't even ask. I'm more than eager to join her. As soon as I make myself comfortable on her knees her scent embraces me: it's a blessing compared to the dissonant ensemble of sweat, heavy perfumes, flowers and all the rest in the halls. The fabric of our clothes caresses my skin. She's soft and warm and I feel like I could fall asleep and let the world end on its own. Her arms move around me. I could use a hug, sure, but the added pressure on my abdomen is not so pleasant. I force myself to hide it. From deep within her throat comes a contented sound. "Now I feel like I could face a ghost-goat, the courtiers and maybe a small hurricaine all at once. ", she says. "Not so fast. ", I reply in a chuckle. "We've only just gotten here, haven't we? Might as well enjoy ourselves. " "I agreee whole-heartedly, my dear. " I feel her breath on my neck, the point of her nose against my ear: she's kissing me. I'd like to kiss her too, but I must admit that my need is kind of dampening the mood for me. I can't relax as much as I'd like to. I've been holding it back, but soon my leg will start bouncing again. "Hungry? ", she asks me. I would have never thought I'd be glad to have her mouth leave me, but I'm not sure I can handle her teasing right now. My crotch is already occupied as it is, unfortunately. She's taking some grapes from a golden plate. The berries are ripe and lucid, the portrait of abundance. She takes some, one by one, before pushing a single berry between my lips. It's so full of juice that some drips from the corner of my mouth as I sink my teeth in. Nadia's fingers move to catch some drops. I observe enraptured those same finger-tips disappear between her lips, her tongue darting to clean them. Swallowing gets hard as my throat becomes tighter. "More? " All I can do is nod. I can't take my eyes off her face. She's looking at me as if she could eat me up whole whenever she wanted. She wasn't afraid of the cheetah, after all, why would she be afraid of me? She offers another berry. This time she puts it between her own lips before passing it to me. She sinks her teeth first, I feel the juice dripping on my tongue, then she lets go. She barely gives me the time to swallow before her tongue finds mine. She plays with me, teasing, and my breath gets heavier. I want more, but she pulls back. I have her taste on my lips, my head is ablaze. Her eyes glimmer as she smiles. "Patience, my darling. " She turns to her right, where the table and the refreshments are. I can't see what she's searching for, but I do feel her other hand on me. She's gentle, it's almost a caress, but she's letting me guess the fimness of her fingers. Nadia moves her arm: now I can see the golden cup she's holding. I don't mind the wonderful decoration on it. I'm worried about its content. And about what Nadia si planning to do with it. She takes a long sip. I wait, her hand marking my flesh beneath my clothes. I need to pee. I need to pee so bad. I don't know if I'm starting to sweat because of the urgency or because of what is going on. Nadia bends her head, her mouth searches mine: the liquid is warm and sweet as it slides between my lips. It tastes like honey and like summer. "Ambrosia. ", she murmurs. I don't know if I like it, but I have no doubts: I want her to feed me some more. She's returning what I did with the red drink. The only difference is that she's ten times better than me. She takes two more sips. As I keep drinking and I keep playing with her tongue, a painful pang stabs my abdomen. My bladder is so full! I have no idea of what's keeping it from bursting. Probably it's the fact that I'm in Nadia's lap. And that the fabric between us is so expensive that there would be no way for me to repay it, not even in ten years of life. Nadia's hand is growing bolder. She's trying to get under my clothes, she wants to taste my skin. I'm squirming, both eager to meet her touch and in need of relief. I feel her fingers on my tummy. I moan, but not because of my arousal. It's starting to hurt, I want to leave. "Nadia… ", I call, my voice almost strained. "We can't stay here, we have to go. " "Are you sure? " She takes another sip. Her ruby eyes hunt me down from behind the edge of the cup. Am I sure? It's getting hard to tell. Another pang and the answer becomes as clear as the sky. "Yes. Please. " I try to get up. She lets me go at once, but I was so relaxed that my muscles take a moment to do their job. I feel the hard bone of her knee pressing against my crotch: my, it feels good, and yet I'm so afraid I'm going to leak that I almost fall face first in order to get back on my feet. "Are you okay? Did I-… " "No! ", I say at once. "It's not your fault, at all. I-… I did like it. But I have to go now. Come with me? Please? " I offer her my hand. My whole body is restless: she looks at me from head to toe. She must think I'm crazy, yet I offer a greateful smile when she gets up and her fingers lace with mine. "You didn't answer my first question. Are you alright? " "Yes, don't worry. It's nothing, really. " I can't bring myself to tell her what's wrong, it's too embarassing! We're back outside and the guards stand at attention when we pass. I'm the one leading the way this time: I want to enter the Palace again. I don't know where or how, but this time I have all the intention of finding the restrooms. We're walking back through the tea party when Nadia stops dead in her tracks. As I turn, I'm ready to do anything, even to beg if it will get her to run inside with me. I don't know how long I've got left, but I know it's not much. "Prosecutor Volta, hold it right there! ", calls Nadia aloud, startling me. I have the time to see the Prosecutor drop an armful of dirty sandwhiches on the ground before running away like before. "I've had enough of these shenanigans, this time we'll get her. ", says Nadia. Then, before I can open my mouth, she starts pulling me along with as much speed as her gown allows. Considering her strides, keeping up with her is already hard on its own, but now that I'm on a full bladder every step feels like an hazard. At the light of the torches, we catch one last glimpse of our runaway. She's getting into the maze: without faltering, Nadia follows her suit. "W-wait… ! ", I try to say, but Nadia doesn't mind me. I'm leaking! If I don't slow down I'm going to make a mess. The maze is dark, there are a few candles here and there, they make the atmosphere more mysterious. We're lucky, there's no one else aside from us. And my luck is double: after a few more turns we lose sight of Volta, after a few seconds we can't hear her steps anymore. Considering her diet, I don't know how she manages to be so fast, but I'm glad we lost track of her. Nadia starts slowing down, then she stops. We try to catch out breath in the darkness. "We lost her. Again. ", says Nadia annoyed. She stands in front of me, looking around as if trying to understand in what part of the maze we are. I don't care if we're lost. The matter at hand is growing dangerously pressant: as soon as we stopped I grabbed my crotch. I'm so mortified I might cry, I hope she doesn't notice. "It's irritating. How, in heaven's name, can she run so fast? Oh, but as soon as I get her-… " She looks at me. I, with my best impression of puppy eyes, look back at her. I need to piss, I can't wait anymore! "Nadia, I-… " "Oh. ", she says. Her attitude changes at once. "I see… " She steps closer. Her body pushes me against the hedge and I feel its twigs scratching my back. She starts touching me. I don't know what is going on inside her head, but I'm more than sure that she has miserunderstood something. She's kissing me with more passion than before. "We lost her. ", she says. "But at least we can restart from where we left off… " Her hand slides in my underwear. She must think I'm as aroused as an unexperienced teenager, but the wetness between my legs is not arousal. I grimace at the thought of her hand touching something so filthy. I try to squirm away. "Nadia-… ", I beg. She cuts me off again. "Hush. ", she says. "The hunt can wait. Volta can wait. You, on the other hand… " She's lowering herself now. I'll never forget the way her eyes gleam in the moon-light and the way her dress pools around her like jet-black ink. "What was it? ", she says. Her voice is husky. "I am now and forever your most faithful servant? " She's undoing my belt. Some pressure's gone from my bladder, but it's still not enough. I don't have time for this. I shouldn't enjoy the situation, not when I'm in these conditions. Nadia's fingers move on the buttons of my breeches. Less pressure again, but it's still not enough. I can't lose focus. And yet, when Nadia lowers my underwear and her eyes get a glimpse of what's underneath, the sight pleases her more than enough. "Mmh. ", she comments. She touches me for real this time. I let out a moan that sounds more like a whine. It hurts, my tummy's swollen… and yet all my blood has gone south. She plays with me like a fussy eater with the food in their plate. She soaks her fingers with my skin and once she's satisfied, she pushes them between her lips. The sight of her tasting me like this is almost enough to make me climax. She's kneeling at my feet, as if the roles were reversed. But the though that I might be the one in control doesn't cross my mind, not even once: she might be kneeling like the lowest of servants, but she's holding the situation in the palm of her hand. Quite literally: her fingers are back between my legs and I can't help but moan. I'm not pleading for more, not completely, at least: I want to relieve myself. I can't keep going like this, with the risk of wetting myself, of wetting her in my distraction. I clench my eyes, grit my teeth. I don't know if I can manage to climax without making a mess, I really don't know. As I try to think about a solution, I feel something wet and slippery: Nadia's tongue. I moan again, loud enough that one of her hand raises to cover my mouth. She stops just enough to murmur: "Hush, my darling. You don't want someone to come here, do you? Even if… " Someone is indeed coming, she means to say, but she's too well-mannered too make such a joke. My teeth sink in my bottom lip: her hands, her mouth, they're starting to be too much. Damn, she's so good! She started slow and gentle, but now she's eating me up in a single mouthful. My hips are moving on their own, I'm pressing myself against her as if I wanted to choke her with all I have. She's taking me in with no problems. I'm close. I can feel myself tremble. Before the very end I manage to say: "Nadia I… I love you. " I can't tell if I'm coming or if my bladder has finally bursted. I feel Nadia stepping aside as fast as she can while long, warm spurts leave my body, and I close my eyes enjoying the relief to the fullest. My knees buckle. It's hard standing up, I'm shuddering with pleasure. Being able to relieve myself feels so fucking good, I'm almost about to climax again. I'm moaning even harder than before Nadia is still by my side. Her arm is around my waist, she's helping me stand. I barely feel her breath tickling my ear as she chuckles. "My sweetest darling. I love you too. " My urine arches before pooling on the ground. It's taking so long that I'm starting to fear someone might find us. The only sound is the trickling of my piss. Eventually, though, my bladder's done. My muscles ache and I'm not sure everything's dry, but I'm feeling ten times better than before. I let out what migth be the biggest sigh of my life and shake off the last drops. I'm out of breath. The realization of what just happened is starting to sink in. "What was it about going ghost-hunting with a full bladder? ", says Nadia. I don't have the courage to look at her, but I can imagine the raised eyebrow she's giving me. I can hear the smile in her voice. I'm mortified. A good part of her dress is wet. My clothes aren't any better. My underwear… let's just say, I'm too embarassed to let someone else wash it for me. And the puddle at my feet is unmistakable. I've almost flooded the whole path between the hedges. "I-I'm sorry! " "For this? Oh, don't worry. I'm the one who should apologise. I shouldn't have teased you like that. " It's incredible how she can change my mood in less than a second. I was on the verge of crying, but the way she's kissing my forehead, so gentle and soothing, has calmed me down at once. Maybe it's also the effect of the recent orgasm, but in either case, I'm not complaining. I take her hand, kissing her knuckles. She's as gorgeous as ever standing under the moonlight. I know I must be a mess: I'm standing half-naked in the middle of the maze with my pants all the way down to my ankles as if it was the most natural thing in the world. No wonder she's fighting back her laughter. "In my defence, however, you should have told me earlier. " "I just-… ". I'm too embarassed. I can't bring myself to admit it. "I searched for the restrooms, yes, b-but I couldn't find them! " She smiles. "Silly. ", she says, kissing me again. "Next time, just ask ok? I'll make sure you reach the closest restroom. With dry clothes, if possible. " "I'm sorry about your dress… " "Tonight the weather is nice and warm. It won't take long before it dries. And anyways, as much as I like it, I wasn't planning on wearing it again after the Masquerade. " I neaten up my clothes. Hiding the wet spots is gonna be hard. As if reading my thoughts, Nadia says: "If you're uncomfortable, I'm sure we'll find something suitable for you in the wardrobes for the guests. For the moment, we can always say that you spillt a drink. " She takes my hand. She's so good at taking care of me. I'm almost feeling guilty: do i deserve it? Do I deserve her? "Thank you. ". I stand on my toes and kiss the corner of her mouth. I feel her smiling again under my lips. "You're very welcome. ", she replies. "It's time for us to go now. " "W-wait. " I take her hand, holding her back. "Don't you want me to… I mean… " This time I can totally see her eyebrow rising. "In the gardens, while the whole city is roaming the Palace and while my dead ex-husband is planning on ruining the party? " She has a point. "But you didn't mind it when it was me. ", I say as we start heading for the exit. "Oh, don't mind that. It had... slipped out of my mind, so to speak." I'm glad to see that at least she's trying to hide the mischievous bend on her lips. I give myself the time to observe her beauty one last time, then I look forward, ready to get back to the crowd. Notes: Second and last piece for the Arcana fandom. I wrote this a year ago and while editing it doubled in size, God only knows why. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, see you next time.
  3. This is almost a year old and it ain't much, but it's honest work (more or less lol). I don't follow The Arcana anymore, but in case this is what you've been looking for I hope you enjoy. I intentionally left out any details about the MC, so feel free to imagine them\him\her however you want. Summary: The Apprentice gets to witness the more 'human' side of Nadia (urination, non-con voyeursim) The Palace is quiet. There's a peace I would have never imagined considering the stories of the deceased Count. Not that I am complaining. We are the only ones around, as far as I can tell. The heels of Nadia's riding boots resound on the marble floor as she walks by my side . A strand of hair came lose and is now hanging and waving in front of her eyes with each of her steps. Even when she’s tired she’s beautiful. “The dinner protacted itself more than expected. “, she says, glancing at me. “I hope Vulgora didn’t bother you too much with his unsighlty presence. “ I don't care about the dinner. And yes, the Courtiers were awful, but I'm so glad to be with her that I have to make an effort not make it too obvious. “It was easy going through all of that. You were with me. “ My cheeks are ablaze. I don't know where I found the courage to say it, but Nadia seems pleased. She tries to hide it, she struggles to hold back a smile, but in the end I'm more than happy to see her mouth bend. “My, “ she says, “I’m the one who should say that. “ Her hand searches and finds mine. She lingers on the ruby ring on my middle finger, the one she gave me, before caressing my knuckles. She’s warm. And so is my chest thinking about how close she is. We fall into a comfortable silence as we stroll through the spacious halls. The sound of our steps, the light of the candles and the few stray moonrays that manage to enter from the windows are our only companions. Nadia is the first one to break the silence. “I was wondering... would you like to be my guest tonight and keep me company in my quarters?” The Countess' eyes are careful to avoid mine. She wants to avoid bothering me with her attentions. She’s trying be nochalant about it, but I can still see her concern. For a moment she seems almost cute, instead of being her usual majestical, goddess-like self. Inside, I rejoice at how much we’ve grown close, considering that she's letting me see such a new side of her. “It would be my greatest pleasure. “, I reply smiling. Again, I don’t know where I find the courage to, but before I know it, I bring her hand to my lips and place the most gentle of kisses on her knuckles. She seems startled, but in a good way. She opens up in a smile. “I’m glad to hear you say so. “ My heart throbs for a moment before I notice how a general stiffness is taking over my companion and I feel myself growing tense in turn. I wonder: isn't her hand getting a little too restless in mine? “Nadia... ?”, I ask puzzled. “Yes, my dear? “, replies Nadia after a moment of hesitation. Her smile is wobbly and I can tell that something is distracting her. Could she be about to get one of her migraines? I try to find a roundabout way to ask about it. I don't know if we're close enough to talk about that yet, I don't want to pry. But I'm growing worried. “What’s wrong? “, I say in the end. “I... Oh, I really can’t hide anything from you, can I? “. Her eyes light up, amused. “I’m a magician. “, I declare, feigning a pride that I don’t own. I manage to make her chuckle, a little. “Oh, I know. How could I forget it? If it wasn’t for that we would have never met, after all. “ I like her usual way of coddling me, but at the same time I can tell she’s avoiding my question. She must sense my skeptical thoughts, for she lets out a sigh. For a moment I can see how much the day must have fatigued her. I can't help but squeeze her hand a little, hoping that the warmth will comfort her. I wish I could do something more. “I’m just looking forward to reaching my rooms. “, she says. She offers me a tired smile as she squeezes my hand back. She didn't really answer my question, but I don't want to insist. She's already had enough to deal with for today. I fall quiet, but my own inquietude doesn't subside. Soon we are at her doors. She lets me in first and I marvel at her rooms: there's a pleasant scent in the air and the opulence around me is shrouded in shadows for the most part, but the few moonrays that are pooling on the decorated pavement make the atmosphere quite romantic. I lose myself in it before I feel Nadia’s fingers slipping away from mine and my attention goes back to her. She’s undoing her braid, letting her long violet hair hang free and wild on her back before tying it up just enough for it to not be a bother. “Allow me to excuse myself for a moment. “, she then says, back to her usual collected self. “Suit yourself in the meantime. Feel free to undress, if you want, and leave the clothes wherever you see fit. Head to bed first now, as you must be quite tired after all our adventures today. “ She offers me one of her soft smiles, then she slips away among the shadows. I start undressing as she told me to, but I can't help following her movements through the little sounds she makes. I can tell she's behind the three-parted partition behind my left shoulder. From the sounds I hear, I guess she's doing what I'm doing: as I undo the buttons on my chest, she does the same with the golden ones on her exquisite corset, as I unbuckle my belt, I can hear the silver of hers clanging as it falls undone. Then her fingers move on to the buttons of her breeches while mine remain motionless. I'm listening with more attention now. My cheeks grow warmer in front of what I'm imagining. I slip my boots off as fast as I can, trying not to listen, trying to respect her hospitality. I'm not a pervert, I don't want to act like this. And yet, what I hear next… I just can't help myself. Barefooted on the cold pavement, my clothes hanging from my half-naked body, I peek petween the partitions. I wish I hadn't and yet my blood thunders underneath my skin. The Countess, my lover. She has lowered the tight breeches that had been caging her thights throughout all day. Her skin, lost between the moonlight and the shadows, is a wonder of its own. I hold my breath: she's lowering her lacy underwear. I shouldn't look, I really shouldn't. I feel like I might die of embarassment if she finds me. And yet my eyes are glued to her, I can feel my pupils growing, indifferent to the shame in my chest. Between her legs, right beneath the end of her corset, there's a tuft of hair of the same color as her mane. The glance I manage to get is quick, sure, but is more than enough to make me hold back a gasp. As she thinks herself unobserved, her hands search for something I can't see between her feet. Nadia lowers herself. She'd like to hesitate, I can tell, but by now it's obvious that she can't afford it. I can't believe she hasn't noticed me yet. I feel like my breath is growing deafening, my heartbeat is like a battery of cannons. Soon a golden brook springs from between her thights. A stray ray of moonlight cachtes its glimmer as it falls in what I presume being a chamberpot. The sound it makes is remarkable. More than what Nadia would like it to be, for I see her growing uneasy and covering her mouth as she glances in the direction I came from. She's all tensed up for a moment; then the relief overcomes her. She closes her eyes and her mouth opens to let out a silent sigh. My cheeks -and my lower abdomen- have grown far too hot to allow myself another second of that show. My sense of shame has finally gotten a grip on me. It's time to step back. I let her be. She has more than deserved it, after all. I undress, keeping only my underwear on, and crawl in Nadia's gargantuan bed. It's something like five times bigger than my bedroll in Asra's shop and the sheets are the cleanest I've ever touched. They’re soft and gentle on the skin. Their scent is a delicate blend between Nadia's personal perfume and something else, equally pleasant. I don't really mind it though. I can still hear Nadia. I burrow my burning face in the pillow- there's something like a dozen of them, who knows why. Despite the distance and the time which has elapsed, I can still hear the trickling in the chamberpot. When it ceases, I don't know whether I'm more relieved or disappointed. My good-manners choose the former. Now that Nadia is done, I hear her sigh one last time. I hear water from a pitcher: she's washing herself before moving on to her night-time routine. Her clothes rustle, I hear the faint jingle of her jewels as she takes them off. I hear the brush working on her magnificent hair. She’s taking care of her toilette. More rustling, then she appears: she's gorgeous. She put on a tight, semi-tansparent nightgown and the way the light plays with its fabric is spellbinding. She slips in bed. We're both too shy to exchange more than a few quick glances. For a moment, the only sound is the lonely call of an owl or some other animal in the gardens. Once more, Nadia is the one breaking the silence. "Sorry for making you wait. ", she says unable to stand my gaze. I too can't meet her eyes as I mutter an insignificant reply. Her hands are still cold from the water she washed herself with. They find my bare tummy, then my left forearm and hand. They're a blessing against my scorching skin. We fall quiet again. "I apologise…", she murmurs in the end, "That must have been unsightly of me." I look at her and almost frown: she shouldn’t look so mortified about something like that. I have to refrain mysef from scolding her. Instead, I squeeze her hand and get close enough that I can see my eyes reflecting in hers. I'm pleased to feel her breath tickling the point of my nose and my lips. "It wasn't Nadia. It was simply natural." After a moment I add, low: "I only wish you wouldn't be so sheepish about showing me the more human side of you." "More human? ", she repeats amused. "Yes, you know.", I mutter, embarassed at what I'm about to say. "You look so much like a goddess at times that I tend to forget that even a Countess like you needs a break every now and then." My opinion must be quite different from what she thinks, for her eyes sparkle, surprised and yet amused. Her smile is nothing more than a skeptical bend. "Sweetheart, I'm far from being a goddess and even further from allowing myself this sort of break usually." She kisses my nuckles. "But I'm glad you don't mind." Her eyes run once more away from my face. She's so pretty when she's embarassed! I feel like I could kiss her for two days straight. However, she looks more uncomfortable than what I'd like as she adds: "I wish I would have been able to avoid such a… hrm-mmh, necessity tonight. But I was unable to do so and I apologise for that. " "There's no need to apologise. " It's my turn to kiss her hand now. It smells like lavender, I notice pleased. "But why didn't you excuse yourself sooner? " "Because, my darling, a Countess does need to act like a goddess, most importantly during a formal dinner with her Court. There's no space for weaknesses or for 'humanity' in front of such… guests. " "Exactly because it was a dinner it would have been understandable if-… " She pushes her index on my lips, interrupting my rant. I was getting quite worked up and I can see she's holding back a chuckle. "I appreciate your concern dear.", she says, "But tonight I'd rather not talk any longer about this unpleasant topic. I'm weary, and so are you.", she adds. I'd like to reply, but I find myself struggling with a yawn. "… Fine. ", I mutter in front of the I-told-you-so glance she shoots me. She laughs, low. I can hear her arms moving. She pauses before touching me, as if asking for my permission. I don't think twice before scooting closer. Her arms wrap themselves around me, her warmth is the sweteest of lullabies. There's so much I should think of, Lucio's death, the Courtiers, the absence of Asra, the mysterious doctor. But she's right: I’m exhausted. I have the time to feel one last kiss on my forehead, then my eyes close and I fall into a dream-less slumber.
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  5. Chapter 3 Merope was said to be the only one among the Pleiades who had married a mortal. Her sisters had all lay with Gods and were the mothers of divinities, but Merope was the only one who chose a human man. Her shame when comparing herself to her sisters is so great that she cowers, hiding among the dark sails of the sky. It is said that that's the reason why her spark is weaker than her kins'. I though this was a wonderful story. I too couldn't compare to the one I looked up to. I too couldn't shine as much as I ought to. And I too would have wanted to hide my shame. I followed in silence the two Momobami. I was walking as if I were holding something between my thights. Every time I thought about it, my ears grew pink. The President -or whoever was playing as her- glanced at me from above her shoulder, any now and then. I wondered what was she thinking about. "Here we are. ", she said at last. We were standing in front of her private lounge, where she liked to drink her tea while watching the aquariums. I didn't know what to expect. If Merope was the weaker, maybe this game would be the easiest. I didn't know, and I didn't care. I was reaching my limit too fast. The dealer took something from her pocket. "Heads or tails? " I looked at the President. "I'll let you choose, Sayaka. " She said it with the same gallantry with which she could have kept a door open for me, or the same politness with which she could have offered to share an umbrella during a summer cloudburst. Pushing away those thoughts and flushing, I chose heads. The dealer hadn't shown the starting position of the coin, so I couldn't make any predictions. The metal glimmered as the coin rotated in the air, then it was back in the dealer's hand. "Tails. ", she said, showing the result. Inside, I felt the first pang of panic. I wasn't sure I could wait another hour or more. If I had gone first I would have had at least a chance to distract myself. This time for sure I would ask for a pause after the game. "I won't take long. Then we shall see. ", said the President. I nodded. The two disappeared inside. Once more I found myself staring at a closed door. At once I shoved my hands between my legs. No grace or caution this time, I was too close to bursting. If people saw me, the shame would be much worse than Merope's, but I couldn't help it. Even pacing wasn't an option anymore. With every step I could feel my muscles struggling to keep everything dry. It was an endless strain. At this point I knew I would barely have time to reach the restrooms. "Small steps, small steps… don't mess this up. ", I told myself. A glass of water for every loss was too much. If the President had meant to erase the taste of the tea-… I stopped dead in my tracks. If she had wanted to 'punish' me for drinking from her cup that was taking it too far. But if she wanted to punish me for something else… could this be about what had happened a week ago? I felt as if someone had put a block of ice in my chest. I thought that the bond between me and the President had grown stronger, deeper. She had seen me in difficulty and she had offered her hand in order to help me. I had worn the clothes she had offered, I had slept in a room that was just a few meters away from hers, we had eaten breakfast at the same table and we had been in the same car while going to school the next morning. I had never passed this much time with her. It made me happier than ever, I loved her more than ever. I knew that the President couldn't feel the same… but she wouldn't hide such a dislike for me, would she? There would have been no reason to bring me in her home if she despised me… right? "Ugh! " The pain had gotten sharper without warning. It wasn't supposed to grow this fast! "What is wrong with me?... ", I thought, clenching my teeth. My body was ready to give up, but my mind wasn't, not one bit. I had to be strong. "Just a little bit… hold on just a little bit more…! " The door opened. I was so startled that I was almost caught with my hands on my crotch, let alone I almost leaked. "P-President-… ! ", I called turning. I felt all color drain from my face when I saw the mask of the Vice-President. She didn't say a word. She beckoned me to follow her. "This…looks bad… ", I thought as I complied. As I said, I didn't know what to expect in the last room. Now I'm sure that no matter how hard I could have thought about it, my predictions would have been off the mark by a long shot. "Oh no… ", I thought. I couldn't take another step forward. I felt as if my feet had been glued to the floor, as if someone had punched me in the stomach. The twins were waiting for me. And this time there was no way I could tell who was who. The one I thought was the dealer sat by an exact copy of herself: same mask, same uniform, same long, silver hair. It was almost hallucinatory. "Come on in. ", said a modified voice. I couldn't tell who spoke. "What's the meaning of this? " My voice quivered. Between the ever-present need to urinate and that new enxiety, the situation was taking a turn for the worse. "This is the last game. ", replied the twin on the left. Or maybe it was the rigth one? I shook my head. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. In order to get a grip of myself, I had to try and rationalize. "But what about the President's match? How could she play this same game? " "No one said the games would be always the same. ", said one. "Only that the rooms would. ", said the other. I tried not to show my emotions. I can't say I was doing a good job at it: I could feel the tension running through my body, the sweat dampening my face. "… What am I supposed to do? ", I asked. I already knew the answer. The two identical, artificial voices spoke in unison and I jolted. I could feel the hair on my neck stand on end in front of that dreadful show. "Find the identity of each of us. If you're right, you'll be the winner of the whole gamble. If you're wrong, the results of the previous games will be once more invalid and you shall be the loser. " I frowned, a little. I didn't care about the gamble in itself, nor about the bet. I could expect the President making things harder for me, in order to enjoy herself more… but this? The love of my life was an exact copy of her sister. Aside from the bet, what would be the meaning of my loss? After all that had happened, after I confessed my love to her, after she called me 'her most beloved fish', after risking her life to make sure I fell safely that night… would Kirari forgive me if I chose the wrong woman? "Too much pressure, too much! ", I thought as my eyes teared up. "I can't do this now! I'm in pain, I'm going to wet myself, I feel sick! I can't concentrare, this is too much! " Breathing became hard. My chest felt constricted, the panic was sinking its teeth in me. 'What happens if I'm wrong? ' I couldn't get the question out of my head. And my body… my bladder was at its limit. For real this time. I felt my panties growing wet and I clenched my thights, shoving my hands between my legs with a faint whine. My sight was blurried with tears. If I looked up, the two eerie figures sat like statues, motionless and indifferent. "I-I… ", my voice cracked. "I can't do this! Please! ", I wanted to scream. But giving up would mean losing. A fish that doesn't swim gets eaten by the others, sooner or later. That was the rule of the aquarium. The rule of the President. The thought of water sent a warning pang in my tummy. My underwear was drenched. How did I get myself into this situation? It wasn't supposed to be this way. I didn't want it to be like that time against Yumeko. The feeling of hopelessness, the wish to give up, the anxiety blocking my thoughts… there was no way I would let it overwhelm me again. Not in my eyes, nor in front of the President's. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes: the situation was dire. "May I ask you… " For a pause, I should have said. If you can let me go to the restroom, if you can allow me to relieve myself like a normal human being. Nothing of the sort. "… if you can remove your masks? " The uniforms were the same, there was no trace of Kirari's embroidered sleeves. I had noticed their hands: there was no trace of blue nail polish. I had observed their hair. If the President had kept hers braided for a while, it would be wavier than the other. But neither of them looked like the usual silky cascade of the Vice-President; which confirmed my prediction: they had switched roles at a certain point without me noticing. The only thing left was to see whether the President had removed her lipstick. I held my breath. Their hands rose. The two gestures were so identical that I felt goosebumps make their way on my arms. A sound escaped my lips: Kirari and Ririka Momobami looked at me with unreadable expressions. There was no trace of make-up, no self-confident smile, no glimmering eyes, no proud glance. Their features shared the same elegance, the same delicacy. Their lips were like pale roses at dawn; their jaws were the dainty work of a sculptor's blessed hands. The clearest summer sky would envy the crystalline blue of their eyes. Even in my struggle, I found myself lost in their beauty. They were goddesses, magnificent, untouchable. Unforgiving. Their faces looked as if they had been set in the finest marble, but their eyes could still move: they observed me without a hint of sympathy. Their beauty had bewitched me, but their cruel gaze brought me back to reality. I recalled the embarassing state I was in: a streak of hair was stuck to my sweaty forehead, I could start tasting the blood I had bitten out of my lip, my hands were burrowed in my skirt. It was more than obvious that I was about to wet myself like a kindergartner. I held back a sob. The pressure, the stress, the embarassment… it was a mess. Nothing made any sense to me. It shouldn't have been this way. My tears drowned the image of the two women before me. I couldn't compete against them, I knew that. And yet, I put myself in that situation. It was my own fault if things had ended up the way they were, my fault and no-one else's. I felt the wet trail of two tears on my cheeks. Something inside of me gave way. "I'm… sorry… ", I said. It was almost a whisper. Then, I felt the first jet of urine. I sobbed in my hands. I couldn't stand to look at them, I couldn't let them watch. I turned my back, ran away. If I could, I would have wanted to run at the other end of the world and disappear. But my legs were weak, my body tired: I managed to close the distance between me and the aquarium on the left. Then my knees gave way as my bladder spilled its content and I had to support myself on the glass. A part of me couldn't believe what was happening. It couldn't be me the one crying and wetting herself in the private lounge of the President. It had to be someone else. I couldn't imagine my chest shaking as if it was about to break with every sob, I couldn't see my clothes growing damp with my own urine. It couldn't be me. It had to be someome else. And yet, I was the one choking on my sobs, I was the one dirtying the centenary decoration of the floor, I was the one fighting back the nausea when the pungent reek started to mix itself with the familiar scent of wood. I could feel the disgusting wetness on my skin, I could hear the patter on the floor thundering in the silence. And if I let go of all the heaviness in my chest, I was the one being relieved so much that my ears rang. I took that relief like a starving man steals food in someone else's house: I felt like I shouldn't, and yet it felt so good that I feared I would lose my head. I didn't want to be selfish. I would have never allowed this. I had never cried like this in my whole life. "I'm… so sorry… I didn't… it wasn't supposed to… " I recognised my own voice with difficulty. Each word felt like a piece of broken porcelain. I felt as if my soul had left my body: I felt the relief, the shame, and yet I could see my body standing in front of the aquarium, doubled over itself, crying like the most wretched of things. Behind me, the Momobami were cold and distant, untouched by the awful scene. Maybe I had lost my mind. Maybe it was all an ugly dream, I dared to think, and soon I would wake up. I would be dry, I would realize that the games had never existed, that the President had never asked me to play. I would be assured that nothing had changed between us. "Yes. ", I told myself as I fought to breath. "It must be a dream, a nightmare. " And yet, if it was a dream, how could I feel the way I felt, how could I see and hear and smell all of that? How could I know what it felt like to have two hands reach for my waist with such kindness that I almost didn't notice? Even in my nightmares the scent of the President was a familiar lullaby. But in my dreams I could recognise the President's voice. This time I couldn't. "Sayaka… " The voice was husky, low. A nigthmare, I thought, nothing more. The hands moved. They reached for my legs, my skirt, my underwear. The wetness didn't bother them. They pushed the fabric aside and my urine splattered on the floor with renewed strenght. They were strong, those hands, stronger than what I would have ever expected. Startled, I felt myself being lifted. "N-No, no, no! ", I cried, sobbing almost to the point of retching. My legs were spread open. I could feel the grip of steel on the back of my thights, below my buttocks. My urine wet the glass of the aquarium. I saw the fishes running away from its frightening thundering. I whined, a weak protest: I wanted to stop, I wanted to protect the President's precious aquarium from my filth, but my muscles were too tired, my position was too uncomfortable. The amber liquid left a wet trail on the glass. The wooden frame of the tank grew darker, the wall grew damp, it all ended in a puddle. I don't know how, but I had the time to think: "The force of gravity exists even in dreams. " I looked at the blurred reflection on the glass: my face was a mess. I didn't look like myself. The face behind my shoulder was hidden. All I could see, was a silver cascade of hair. Further back, another figure had taken a chair and sat with legs and arms crossed. "No, please…. ", I sobbed. The person behind me grew tired. They pushed my feet against the glass and changed their grip. I would have given everything I could to avoid soiling that glass, but I was helpless. I wasn't a human anymore, I was a shell. I don't know how long it took me to be done. I don't know where those hands found the strenght to support me for so long. They were the most delicate work of nature I had ever seen, and yet they resisted for all that time, while I couldn't even bring myself to stop the mess I was making. After all, I was shorter, I was lighter and I was nothing more than an empty shell. After what felt like an eternity, the thundering on the glass grew weaker, the last drops lost themselves in the puddle below me and my belly felt empty for the first time in hours. The room had grown dark. The sun was gone. The only lights where its last dying glimmer and the bluish fluorescence of the aquariums. The silence was absolute, aside from my own breathing. I wasn't crying like before. My sobs had quieted down, they were nothing more than sighs. My skin, my clothes… I was drenched. I was growing cold, but I couldn't tell if that was the reason why I was trembling. My face was a wet mess of tears, snot and sweat. I held my breath: the hands were letting me back down. When my feet touched the floor I tensed up. It was so flooded I risked to slip. I could only stand still. There was no more strenght left in me "Sayaka. ", called the voice again. The hands were tasting my skin underneath my clothes. "You did very well today. I couldn't have wished for anything better. There could be nothing more. " I listened to those words like a distant echo. I couldn't understand them. I wasn't human anymore. I was filth. "…Why? " I was the one who spoke. I didn't notice. In the shell that had once been Igarashi Sayaka's body, I could only think that I wasn't human anymore. I had been human, once. I had served some tea to my beloved, I had accepted to please her. I had dreamt about having her ring on my finger and her arm around me as we ran underneath an umbrella in a summer downpour. I had been human, once. "I couldn't help myself. ", said the husky voice. Without warning, I yelped. Teeth were sinking in my left ear."You… you were just too much. And I… I was far too much too. " Those hands, that I had once revered more than a saint's, moved on my body. My breath shook between my lips. One hand found its way underneath my shirt; it searched for my navel, conquered it, filled it up. The other caressed my thights. My most private part was still wet, it was still exposed to the air. I quivered. When the hand settled on my mons Venus, I let out the faintest of whines. I was so scared I couldn't move. "You see, Sayaka. " The breath tickled my ear. It had done the same thing some hours ago, in what felt like a previous life. "I was honest that night, when I said that you were interesting. Maybe you won't believe me, but my own honesty surprised me. " I gasped: the fingers were sliding down. I didn't know what was happening, I couldn't react. I had longed for the President's touch for so long, it had been so many years. But this wasn't what I wanted, how I wanted it. I… I wasn't myself anymore. This wasn't the Kirari I wanted. The touch between my legs became more delicate. The fingers had found what they were looking for. They were caressing me and with each caress something inside of me yearned for more. And yet, something else could only wish I could close my eyes and hope for it to be over as fast as possible. "This is still the President. ", said a voice inside my head. "You thought you were supposed to find her. She's the one who found you… " The hands caressed me, ruthless. I couldn't see them. I could see my reflection and the other's, the blue light in the dark, the fishes in the aquarium. My body didn't belong to me. It was hers. "Don't think me cruel, my most beloved fish. " Teeth nibbling my neck. I shivered. I felt as if I had to relieve myself again. "You're too much even when you're scared. " My breath became heavier. I couldn't understand what was going on. I felt hot, and I felt scared, and I was sick and tired and weak. "You're too much, too much… ", said the voice. I felt a spark in my empty shell of a chest. I spoke before I could stop myself. "If I'm too much… why are you punishing me?... Why not Yumeko? " The hands paused. I was scared, but deep, deep inside of me there was somehting that was pushing harder than my fears. It wanted to fight. A chuckle. It tickled my skin, more goosbumps appeared. "So you think you're being punished. You think Yumeko deserves to go through something worse. " The fingers dug in my flesh, as if trying to become one with it. I wanted to yelp again, but I refused to open my mouth. I was so close to discovering what was going on in Kirari's head. I was closer than I imagined. "Sayaka… ", she whispered. Her voice was bitter-sweet honey on my name. "Have you ever seen a supernova? " I didn't need to answer. Her hands moved again, this time she was more gentle. Her touch was scorching me from the inside. Her breath was steady, but heavier than what I had ever heard. It was getting to my head. It was getting to my head fast. "The last, beautiful glimmer of a life before its destruction. It's so beautiful, my beloved fish. So, so beautiful. " With every touch, her skin felt more and more mine. Was she the one who was taking a hold of me, or was I the one who was taking her in? "You, my dear Sayaka, aren't only my most beloved of fishes. You're the brightest of stars. " Her words sent a shiver down my soul. With the corner of my eyes, I could see that Ririka was still there, watching. She looked disgusted, her cheeks were pinkish. Her sister was eating me up with every stroke, I was filthy, the smell of my urine had filled the air. I couldn't understand why she remained here. I wanted her to leave. And I didn't want to admit it, but I was feeling weird in the President's arms. The fact that her exact double was looking at us made me feel things I would never confess. The President's words kept dripping in the ear she bit. Its pain didn't make them any harder to take in. "I watched you, that night, and last week too. Struggling and struggling; deciding whether you wanted to give up or to keep fighting. You got so close to imploding and losing your spark, but you fought back and I… " She bit me again. I moaned, low. "I thought you were beautiful. " Beautiful. The word rang in my ears, it set my chest on fire. The President had found a beauty in me. Her hand was still between my legs. I was still afraid of where it would go. If it went inside of me, I was afraid I would never be myself again. The President would become a part of me, and I of her. I was scared. But trying not to push my hips against her was getting harder and harder. "But you weren't perfect, you see? You sparkled, but I didn't watch you implode. Today, I did. " Her tone grew softer. "The most precious of stars. " I felt her writing the words on my skin, leaving behind a burning letter no one but us would read. I shuddered, held my breath. I forgot about Ririka, I forgot about the mess, I forgot about my disgusting state, I forgot I wasn't a human anymore. I was a star. "You know me all to well, Sayaka. ", continued her luring voice. "When I want something, I always find my way. I wanted to see you implode. And I wanted to hold you in my hands while you did. " I moaned, my own voice growing husky. Kirari's voice was so soft. My breath was growing deafening, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hear her anymore. I was coming undone in the President's hands, she had wished for this to happen. "Thank you, my most beloved of stars. " Her hands started to leave me. My flesh yearned for more and yet, I felt as if a weight was being lifted from me. "I hope you'll forgive me. ", said Kirari. She nibbled my neck one last time. "I don't want to rush. I want to see you implode with all you have another time. And when the time comes, I want to watch you for as long as I can. I hope you'll let me, Sayaka. " She let me turn. I could look at her for the first time. God, she was gorgeous: her dilated pupils were a galaxy of their own, lost in the blue which surrounded them. Her lips were apart, a little. Her breath came in and out, warm, like the fire inside of me. Some blood stained the bottom lip. My blood. She had tasted it again, like that night. I, on the other hand, was a mess. I blushed, and the sight seemed to please her. The galaxies grew. "You are the galaxy to which I belong. ", I said. I blushed harder, called myself an idiot, but didn't regret it. I wanted her to know. She was so close. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her so bad it hurt. I don't know if she saw the desire in me, or if she did it of her own volition. All I know is that her hand rose to touch my chin. I could smell myself on her. And she was so tall compared to me! I didn't want her to bow her head for me, I was unworthy, I didn't deserve it. I got on on my tip-toes. I closed my eyes. The world seemed to pause: behind the darkness of my closed lids, the sound of my breath and the heat in my cheeks were my only companions. I waited, and feared she would abandon me in the dark. Then I felt the softest of kisses on my forehead. I opened my eyes. Kirari was smiling. She closed the distance between us, it was so sudden I ran away even though I had been eager to meet her just a moment ago. Her smile widened. "Promise me that you will only belong to me. " It had been nothing more than a whisper. I wasn't sure I had heard it, the blood was roaring in my ears. I should have said no, maybe. I hadn't enjoyed her games, had I? I had been humiliated to the point of feeling like my humanity was lost. I had doubted her connection to me, I had seen my dreams shattered and restored, stronger than ever. I should have said no, perhaps. But when you're seventeen and the one you love offers you a key to a house you've always dreamt, you don't think twice about your answer. "Yes. ", I said. "I will. " The words had just left my lips when Kirari's mouth found the corner of my own. It ended as quickly as it started, but my heart kept beating like crazy for much, much longer. "T-Thank you. ", I said flushing. The President chuckled. "Why are you thanking me? " I didn't know. My cheeks grew crimson . Kirari's eyes sparkled. Her hand rose once more to touch my face. The smell wasn't gone. I didn't like it, but I didn't like the idea of her marble-like fingers being filthy because of me either. Out of instinct, I took her index and middle finger in my mouth and started sucking. Salt. A pungent taste. My taste. I looked up. Kirari's eyes had turned into slits. The wonderful blue disappeared in the black of the pupils. "Mmh. ", came deep, from the bottom her throat. She pressed her fingers on my tongue, almost enough to hurt me, but not quite yet. I breathed hard through my nose. I wanted to bite her, like she had bitten me. "Just a little, just a little… ", I thought, lost in the taste of her, of myself. She started to pull away. With a hint of regret, I decided to let her go. I had been looking at Kirari for long enough that I felt, without a doubt, that I loved her with all my being. Her expression changed. She looked away. I had forgotten about Ririka. She wasn't as disgusted as when I had looked at her, but it was clear she wasn't enjoying herself. "Now. ", said Kirari, back at looking at me. "Which one of us is the galaxy you want to belong to? " I felt a pang of anxiety. I didn't last long however. "You, President. ", I said. "I want to belong to you. " Kirari smiled. "Ooh. ", she said. "Looks like we have a winner. " "Which means that I'm allowed to go now. "; said Ririka. It was the first time I heard her talk without the mask. "Their voices do sound a little different… ", I thought. I heard Kirari saying something about bringing 'that' on her way out. That turned out to be a bag. "What is it? ", I asked as Ririka closed the door behind her. "A change of clothes. I thought you would need it. " Once more, I was reminded of my state. I grew bright red: I was disgusting, and the glass was dirty, and the floor was flooded where I stood, and the wood! If no-one cleaned it up fast it would-… "I can see you're already worrying too much. ", commented Kirari amused. She put the bag in my hands. "Someone will clean up as soon as we leave. Go take a shower. You'll find all you need in the changing room in the other building. I called for the Academy to be evacuated for a safety drill, so don't worry about meeting someone. " I smiled. It was clear she had planned this from the very start to the very end. But there was still a couple of things that were unclear. "President. ", I said. "Can I ask you something? " "Mmh? ". She was in front of me, ready to open the door. I assumed she was going to reach the closest restroom and wash her hands. "Can I ask what was your penalty? If there was one, of course. " "You don't trust my fairness? ", she teased. I didn't reply. That only made her chuckle. "Well, if you really want to know, I guess there's no harm in telling you. " She opened the door for me, then she followed me outside. "My penalty was switching places with Ririka. " I though about the implications of that penalty. As I couldn't find any, or, at least, any that was plausible enough, I decided to ask her about it. "Now, Sayaka. ", she replied. "You really can't imagine why I chose that penalty for myself? " The spark in her eyes was strange. Maybe it was the light in the hallway, but I couldn't be sure. I wasn't sure I liked the way the conversation was going. I decided to change topic. "How many times-… " "Zero. ", she replied. No hesitation. "Which means that she would have won the gamble if it wasn't for the last unexpected twist. As expected, I would have lost. ", I thought. Out of curiosity, I asked: "Who did I play against? " The question seemed to amuse her. "Why are you asking? You want to be the first one to boast a victory against me? " "N-no, of course not, but… " "You want to know when we switched places. " She paused, as if she was thinking about it. Then her lips assumed a playful bend. "What do you think? ", she teased. I thought about it. The most obvious answer would have been 'As soon as you two entered the last room '. But if the correct answer wasn't always the right one… "Don't tell me…! ". "Mh-mmh. " "So the one that I met in the Student Council room before… " "… was actually Ririka, yes. " I stared at her, puzzled. "But why? " "Ririka and I have been doing it for a long time. There isn't always a reason. " "Or rather, there isn't always one you're willing to admit. ", I thought as we proceeded into the next hallway. God only knows the mischief she got herself into when I wasn't looking. I sighed. "Still, that was quite cruel President. How many times have you played that trick on me? " "Not enough, if you keep choosing me. " Her smile had grown big enough to show her pearl-like teeth. I grew as red as a tomato, unable to get angry at her and yet annoyed at her attitude. Seeing me like that amused her even more and she chuckled to herself. There were still so many things I wanted to ask. Did she put something in the water of the tea in order to make me end up like that faster? If the answer was yes, she hadn't really drank it, had she? Why had she forced Ririka to stay? Why had she touched me like that, only to let me go at the end? Why had she made me promise to be hers and hers only? Did she really believe I was beautiful when I struggled with myself? Oh, but they were all such embarassing questions! I wouldn't even know how to ask them. And after all, I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answers. The President must have mistaken my thoughtful expression, for she said: "Don't be too bothered by our switch. Ririka knows very well that I've already claimed you for myself. " The way she said it, so casual, so natural, as if she was talking about the renovation of the school pool, made me feel like I wanted to grin like an idiot and yell my love for her at the top of my lungs. "Also. ", she continued without minding me. "Ririka has already found someone that suits her taste. " "Really? ", I asked with honest interest. It was hard imagining the Vice-President growing intimate enough to show affection to someone. "So I am told. " "Oh… " We fell into one of our silences, when there was nothing else to say but many things to do. My predictions hadn't been quite right in the end, but it didn't matter. I wondered if the Vice-President would talk about what had happened. I didn't think she would. Not only because she wasn't a chatter-box by nature. I was sure the President had given precise instructions about everything. I was at Kirari’s side. Drenched, and reeking, and completely overwhelmed by the events of the day, but still, there I was . That was more than enough for me. Notes: There we go, I hope you enjoyed this final chapter. I don't know if I'm going to write something else for Kakegurui, but with all probabilities I'm going to edit some old pieces from other fandoms. Thank you and see you soon.
  6. Chapter 2 There were two things I was sure of, even before starting: first off, there was no way I could win. It was all a matter of how could I make my loss look like a victory. When she had jumped with me, the President hadn't only stated how interesting I was for her: she had also shown that 'winning' and 'losing' were black-and-white concepts which she didn't enjoy that much. My goal was to reach the gray-zone beyond them and turn the tables in my favour. After the match in the Tower of Doors, I was more conscious than ever that my abilities were nothing compared to Yumeko's and the Presdient's. They were in a league of their own: I didn't have the experience nor the passion to compete. To top it off, the dealer turned out to be the Vice-President. I had never seen her play, but I had seen the President. Even if cheating wasn't allowed- and knowing the President, it was, as long as it passed unnoticed- I couldn't ignore the risks of any advantage play on her part. So, not only was I supposed to face the strongest gambler I had ever met on uneven ground: I was also going to fight against collusion, false deals, cold decks, and each and every of the twin's tricks. Which assured me of a second possibility: the twins were going to switch places at a certain point. It could happen at any moment in the game: the rules stated that the dealer would be the only one present with each single player. We couldn't see each other playing. It was supposed to add a variable: only at the end we would know who won. I didn't know the games yet, but I knew that this trick could put me at a great disadvantage. They had both seen how it affected me that one time. On the psychological level, it threw me off because I couldn't be sure of the real abilities of my opponent. It would keep me wondering whether I really knew who I was playing with. I had to be careful. In general, if it wasn't for this two facts, there would have been nothing bothering me. The rules were simple enough: seven rooms, each named after one of the Pleiades, each with a different game. The matches were going to be divided in turns from one to seven, at random, and they wouldn't be the same for both of us. The only things in common would be , in fact, the dealer and the rooms: for the rest, we would know nothing. What happened inside the rooms would remain between the player and the dealer untill the very conclusion. In the end, it was a double gamble: each game against the dealer and at the end, who won the most games won the whole pot. To add an edge to it, the gambles with the dealer would have two addictional outcomes: if the turn was won, the player could ask for an extra turn in the next room, so that if the match ended in a tie, the dealer wouldn't win right away. If it was lost, the player had to pay a penalty, which was also supposed to be unknown to each other. In my case, I had to drink a glass of water. The President allowed me to start the game. I lost on purpose my first turn: just like Yumeko had opened a random door that night, I wanted to gain as much ground as I could. I was playing baccarat in the first room, Maia. The dealer - whether it was still Ririka I could not tell- filled up the glass in front of my eyes. "There is water and only water in this? ", I asked. "Am I supposed to drink it? " The dealer nodded twice. Then she pushed the glass in my direction. I hesistated for a moment: the tea I had drank was already growing heavy in my belly. But I drank it all and went on with the game. I thought that maybe the President had chosen that penalty in order to cancel the taste of the tea we had shared. "How cruel! ", I thought ,"She gives and takes at her own will, without giving it a second thought. That's the kind of person she is, after all. Even if I'm not sure I would accept it from anyone else, I will keep dancing in the palm of her hand for as long as she wants. " I won the remaining two rounds of the game. When I got out, the President took my place and offered me a smile. As I bowed and wished her luck, I thought about her penalty. I couldn't imagine what it could be. After all, I couldn't imagine the President losing either. Once her match was over, we moved on to the second room, Electra, where I won a modified version of 'craps' without any losses. As I waited for my opponent to be done, I started to notice the need to relieve myself. Considering how much I had drunk, I didn't give it too much thought. The game had started fiteen minutes ago. If it kept going like that, there would be no need to ask for a break. Things became a little harder to ignore in the third room. The game in Alcyone was a double roulette. Same rules, but I had to get my bets right in both roulettes in order to win. And that was complicated: I couldn't control the run of the two identical steel spheres. I knew about possibilities, renowned episodes in past gambles and the ways the game could get rigged, but in the end, it was all left to Lady Luck. Out of four, we won two turns each. As I listened to the irregular trotting of the spheres in the extra turn, I couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. "Isn't the urge too strong? ", I wondered. It had been no more than forty minutes since I had drank the tea. "Maybe I'm wrong. I need to concentrate on the games. " I won. When the President passed by me on her way in, she asked: "How is it going? " She was smiling like usual. I thought that maybe she was testing me to see if I would've stuck to the rules with my renowned fairness. I thought she was teasing me. Amused, I smiled back. "We shall see at the end, ma'am. " She chuckled. In the fourth room, the five turns of blackjack gave me a hard time. I don't know when or how, but at a certain point I noticed that my leg had been bouncing for a while. Thankfully, I was standing behind the table and it wasn't noticeable. I stopped it at once. I lost two turns. I drank my two glasses and still managed to win. "The twins aren't the only ones who can count the cards. ", I thought victorious. At this point, I must admit that I should have started to consider the possibility of a break. The need was quite clear and I was conscious of all the liquid I had drank. I kept telling myself to be patient, the games were easy even when they were modified, it was going well, I could still wait. Also, I would have never admitted it, but I was too embarassed. After what had happened a week ago, I was reluctant to show my necessities again. I didn't want to be selfish either. Kirari was enjoying herself for sure- even if I didn't know what role she was playing. Stopping her gamble for such a childish reason was out of the question. The President didn't need to know about it. And this time for sure there would be no accidents. Thus, from that moment on I had two formidable opponents to face: the President with all her schemes and my own stupid stubborness. "It's going to be over soon. I'll go as soon as we're done. ", I kept telling myself after every match. I found it a little hard to concentrate on the six-turn chess game in Asterope. While thinking about the moves I bit my lips far too much. My hands were restless underneath the table. Each minute the dealer passed in staring at the pieces was a torture in itself, and trust me, she took her time behind that mask. The doubt that it wasn't the Vice-President still hadn't left me. From a certain point of view, though, it didn't make any difference: I couldn't lose and I couldn't show my need. Ririka had been present a week ago. It would have been mortifing no matter what. My own full bladder became the worst part of the gamble. Actually, the biggest difficulty wasn't in playing: it was in waiting. I won the chess match and had to wait for much longer than before. Considering the intervals between the previous games, I was starting to worry about the ones to come. I was sure that the one, two and three-turn matches had already passed for the President. Only the longer ones were left now. In the hallway, I kept struggling with myself: "Should I say it or should I keep quiet? " I kept thinking about it. And while I thought, standing still became harder and harder. Even if such an urgency was odd, I should have listened to my body. But I didn't. And the pressure, both in my mind and in my abdomen, grew by ten-folds in the sixth room. Caleano's game was, I dare say, the most peculiar one: a guillotine. It was so small that at first I mistook it for an odd-shaped cigar cutter. There were two holes, and, as the modified voice of the dealer explained, we both had to put a finger inside, then the mechanism would trigger itself without warning. It was nothing more than a game of chicken. "Do you know the timing? "; I asked with a hint of nervousism. "It is generated randomly. ", said the dealer, pointing at what I assumed being a hidden microchip. There was only one turn this time. That was supposed to be good news. I was sweating like crazy under the uniform. This wasn't the best game to play with the need to relieve yourself pounding your lower abdomen. Ririka- or Kirari- was far too close to hide the trembling of my legs. I didn't want to be considered a coward, but I was glad that the situation could hide the real cause of all that jittering. "What finger do you want to risk? " The question was hideous. "A finger is a finger… How am I supposed to choose? I'm not eager to lose any of them! ", I thought with a grimace. Even in a situation like that, the thought of the President cleared up my mind. I couldn't help thinking about her… about 'us'. I considered my left pinkie. I wondered, did the President belive in the red thread of fate? It was a myth, a fable. I wasn't one to believe to such things. And yet… I knew she would make fun out of me if she knew what was going on in my head, but I couldn't sacrifice that finger. I blushed, and moved on. I refused to use my ring finger. Marriage, said a silly little voice inside of me. Travelling the world with and older, more mature Kirari; or settling down, living in peace and simplicity, a child, maybe two, forgetting about all those follies we were living. I wanted the President to claim me. I didn't care if she offered me a band of tin or a dazzling crown of diamonds- even though, knowing her, she would chose she latter, no doubt. I wanted her ring on my hand one day. In that moment, that finger became my most important property, almost. Looking back, I can't deny that all of this sounded like the ravings of a madman, rather than the collected thoughts of a rational mind. I didn't know what had gotten into me. Maybe my need was distracting me more than I thought, or maybe ever since that night in the President's house her hold on me had gotten much, much stronger. I had to get a hold of myself. In the end, I chose my left index. I didn't want to be afraid: I had jumped off a five-store building without taking any damage. That was supposed to be a hundred times easier. I kept telling myself that, but my hands wouldn't stop shaking. "Ready? ", asked the dealer. After she pressed the button, she would have no control over the machine. "No. ", I thought. "Yes. ", I said, staring at the blade. A click. Each second passed by like a razor blade on my skin. I was too tensed up, my abdomen was screaming in pain. It was so full I could feel it pressing against my thights as I bend forward to keep my finger in its spot. And the pressure was becoming a little too much. If I wasn't careful I was going to leak and-… The guillotine set off. The sound scared me the most: I yelped and felt a spurt getting lose in my panties. I had been so worried about that, that I had totally forgotten about the risk. I clenched my eyes, hoping that everything was still as dry as it could be. When I opened them, my finger was still inside. There was no blood, no pain. "What… ? " "The blade has a safety mechanism preventing it from falling. ", said the modified voice. "The President refused to let you play without it. Well done. You pass on to the sixth game. " I understood her words with difficulty. I felt like all the blood had left my body. "The President… what… ? ", I thought as I got up. She wanted me to play… but without getting hurt? Why? It was the second time she protected me. I still couldn't understand why she acted like this. Throwing me in the mouth of danger, just to save me at the last second… "I can't understand her… not at all… " Even if I was as pale as a corpse, I still smiled on my way out. The President observed my hands, then did the same and entered without a word. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, I noticed the state my body was in: it was impossible to stand still. If I didn't pace up and down the hallway, I thought the need would drive me mad. I had to pee so bad that I was back at torturing my lip. My hands moved toward my skirt. I had to make an effort in order to keep them in place. There was no one around me, but if, by any chance, someone saw me holding myself like a toddler, my image would be ruined in the eyes of the whole student body. I couldn't allow it. Not only for myself: there was no way the President could allow someone like that by her side. I had to act proper and be patient. Pacing, pacing. I was worried about the President. While I walked the seven steps which separated the wall from the door, I wondered which finger she had used. I tried not to think about the possibility of her losing it. If I had made it without knowing about the safety mechanism, she would be fine for sure. Repeating it didn't make it any truer, but at least it was a distracting mantra. The bulge in my tummy was almost evident underneath my uniform; but if I kept my hands in my lap it no-one would notice. I was ashamed to the point of turning pink. I knew where this was going. There was no way I would let it end like before. "As soon as she comes out, I'm going to ask for a break. I'll tell her that… I forgot something! " Too weak. I needed something better. "I don't even have my phone with me, I can't pretend a call… not that I would answer while I was with the President… " It wasn't supposed to be so hard, it really wasn't. I just couldn't bring myself to be honest. It was too humiliating. When the President came out after what felt like an eternity, I was more than happy to see that all of her ten fingers were intact. "Oh, thank goodness… ", I sighed. "What is it, Sayaka? You didn't trust me? " She was teasing me again. "O-of course, I did… ", I said blushing hard in front of her smile. There was no way I could ask for such an embarassing thing in that moment! So we went on to the next room. In Taygete I really thought I was done for: I had to go through seven turns of Choice Poker. The memory of the trick the twins had played on me the first time the game was played was still clear. To make it worse, I felt like I was about to burst for half of the time. My body was requesting an attention I couldn't give it. So I got distracted. I messed up once and another glass came to weight in my tummy. I was forced to stand: the bulge was so evident I started to be ashamed of it. If someone had looked underneath the table, they would have thought my legs were reharsing a dancing show on their own. Seven turns: the only good thing, I told myself, was that there would be no ties. "Bathroom, bathroom… ", pleaded a voice inside my head as the second turn started. The mask of the dealer made it impossible to tell whether she had noticed my agitation or not. If she did, that would be a dangerous weakness to exploit. I couldn't allow it. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I won the second turn, then the third. "I can do this… and I can do this fast. " I lost the choice of the fourth turn. My sweaty hands struggled to keep a hold on the cards. I was in pain and my concentration was drastically reduced. I lost the round. Trying not to show my desperation, I watched the dealer set a new glass before me "Enough wasting time. ", I told myself at once. "I gotta drink this thing and hurry up. Let's end this farce. " I drank as fast as possible. I felt the grip of the nausea in my throat. "That was the last one. ", I thought, resolute. It wasn't. The cards dealt in the next turn were even worse. I couldn't even bluff. "Do I really have to drink? I'm not feeling so well… ", I said, paling in front of the sixth- maybe seventh?- glass of water. "If you ask for it, I'll stop the game at once. You won't be forced to pay this penalty. However, it goes without saying that that will sign your defeat. " I stared in the black holes of the mask. For a moment, I really considered my surrender. What was a dinner if I had to risk losing my dignity? I knew there was no way I could win. What was the point in keep playing in those conditions? The idea didn't last long. The reason why I decided to keep going was the same that made me start: when given a choice, I would always choose the President. Even before my well-being and my reputation. Which, considering the pangs of pain, the nausea and the little wetness already soaking my underwear, were both treading on thin ice. I gave myself strenght: the President wouldn't have enjoyed an easy win. She said that she didn't want me to bet my all, but I knew she was looking forward to seeing my best. So I drank. I fought against the mask, the need, the nausea and the pain. My bladder spasmed with every passing minute. It had been almost forty minutes since the beginning of the game. The last turns were a real struggle, but I was rewarded for my efforts. "You won. ", said the dealer. "We shall move on to the seventh and last room as soon as your opponent finishes her match. For the time being, please wait outside and don't go too far. It might take less than you expect. " I held back a grimace. When Kirari- or Ririka- saw me, she said: "We're almost done, aren't we? It's a pity. I wish we could play some more. " "… Right. ", I said, without a hint of conviction. I hoped with all my heart that the real President hadn't noticed what was going on. What had happened a week ago was reapeating itself. And I, like a stubborn idiot, was unable to stop it. The wait began. Any passer-by would have wondered what was wrong with me. I hadn't been able to keep myself in check for God only knows how long. No matter how hard I tried, my knees kept buckling, my thights quivered and my hands tried to squeeze my crotch. I managed to cross my arms on my chest for a while, but it didn't last long. "No peeing myself in the hallway… I can't do that, peeing in the hallway is prohibited… " My words sounded stupid to my own ears, but there wasn't much I could do in order to distract myself. If my match had lasted for almost three-quarters of an hour, there was no telling how long would Kirari's take. In all honesty, I didn't even want to consider it. And I was about to leak. Again. "This is getting ridiculous… ! ", I muttered under my breath. I couldn't just wait for the inevitable to happen. I glanced around. "God, if the President saw me… " I pushed my hands against the fabric of my skirt. I could feel the warmth between my pressed legs. I kept my eyes open, so I would be able to spot any passers-by, and went on with my pacing. The sweat was starting to sting my eyes. I felt as if a fever had taken over me, the urge to empty my bladder was driving me insane. "Deep breaths, deep breaths… The President will be done soon… There's a reason if she's the best… " I kept telling myself that, but the more I did, the more the door remained closed. A certain idea started to make its way in my mind. "Maybe… ", I thought. "Perhaps…. With a little bit of luck… " I could be able to go to the closest restrooms and back in less than fifteen minutes. The toilets were in the other builiding, it would take five mintues to get there and five more to get back. If I gave myself time to wash my hands it would take no more than thirteen minutes. Maybe I could manage to cut it to twelve and an half if I relieved myself fast enough. My eyes were glued to the door. Before I knew it, I took a step away. Fortune favors the brave,I thought, so I took another. And another. I was five steps away when I had to stop. All that walking made me feel close to leaking and I had to squeeze my muscles. I wasn't sure of it, but I thought I had managed to keep myself dry this time. The door hadn't budged. Already savouring the relief, I proceeded all the way to the end of the hallway before realizing where I was. "What am I doing? ", I thought embarassed. " I can't disobey the orders of a dealer during a gamble! Disobeying the dealer means disobeying the President and I-… " I sighed. I couldn't let myself do that. There was nothing left to do: as soon as the President was done, I would ask for a break. As soon as the President knew, I would be humiliated no matter what. Might as well swallow my pride and avoid a disaster. The possibility of a refusal worried me out of my wits, though. And if it was a yes, but on the condition of losing, was I ready to accept it? A part of me -my bladder, to be more specific- said yes. It screamt its approval and I held back a whine. It was painful. It was going to be mortifying. I covered my eyes. "No crying in the hallways… crying is prohibited too… " I had to keep it together. I heard the door open without warning and I dried my eyes at once. "President! ", I called, with more ardour than the situation could justify. The President's eyes gleamed. She smiled. "Oh? Did you miss me? I was gone for only an hour, you know? " An hour! It had felt like three times as much. The game had been going on for so long. I had failed to notice it at first, but behind the huge windows, the sun was starting to set. I was standing in a puddle of orange light. If I wasn't careful, the metaphor would become an horrible truth. "President, I-… ". "I know, I know. ", she said. "You do… ? ", I said, both puzzled and ashamed. "Yes. Like you, I'm also eager to know the results. " "What? No! That's the last thing I care about! ", I thought, hiding my frustration. "I thank you for your efforts, Sayaka. ". She stepped toward me. "Even if I wasn't able to see you play, I'm sure you've given it your best, like you always do. And, like always, I applaud you for that. " The unexpected praise had thrown me off guard. My mouth was agap, but nothing would come out of it. I could feel my face was ablaze, yet, I could only stare as the President took another step in my direction. She touched my cheek. A fire started deep, deep inside my chest. "Thank you for playing with me. " I held back a squeak feeling the warmth of her hand, the gentle caress of her breath on my ear. I struggled with my words. "I-I-… It-… Well, I-… " She chuckled. "The last room awaits. ", said the sinister voice of the dealer. "Are you ready for the final game? " Kirari looked at me. Her eyes hunted me down as if they would swallow me whole. She was excited. She was enjoying herself. There was no way I could tell her what was going on. "So, ", she said. Her voice was no more than a murmur. It sent a shiver down my spine. "Are you ready to end this? " My mouth felt dry. The queasiness was back. My body was restless. "…Yes. ", I replied. I shouldn't have. I should have said something, anything in order to put an end to all of that. But at the time, I couldn't help it. I did say that I knew I was going to lose, in one way or another. Notes: So here we are. We finally got to some good ol'desperation. Hope you liked it, tomorrow I'll post the third and final chapter.
  7. This is a long one, so I'll be splitting it into three parts. I don't usually write anything remotely as complicated as this, so I'd like to hear your opinions, if you feel like it. The story takes place after the fifth chapter of my Kakegurui NSFW/Omo series, so check it out if you want some more background. This chapter is just an introduction, but please, mind the fact that in the next chapters things will not only become 'wetter', but there is going to be some non-consensual rough playing. Hope you enjoy, if you don't, no problem. Summary: A week has passed since Sayaka was allowed to sleep in the Momobami's estate. As she considers the changes in the bond between her and the President, Kirari decides she wants to try a new game... (Sayaka's P.O.W.) A pleasant day: the afternoon sun was an amiable companion as I made my way through the hallways of the Academy. There weren't many students around. The Election kept the lesser part busy, while most of them were already heading home With every step, my feet bathed in the puddles of light coming through the windows. Things were going well: even if Terano had ammassed enough votes to be in first place, the President and the Vice-President were right behind her. It would have taken nothing more than a bet between them to get back on top. I didn't doubt that the President could have taken care of Terano on her own. She was the greatest Student Council President the school had ever had. In the golden age the Academy was living, she could only be compared to one of the ancient principes of the venerable Roman Empire. My faith in her was as strong as ever, maybe even more. However, as Secretary, it was my duty to do anything I could in order to support her. A week ago she had allowed me to sleep in her home. We had had breakfast together the next morning before riding to school in the same car, along with the Vice-President. I found myself holding back a smile. I still couldn't believe it. In front of the care she had shown me, the money I was squandering in the Election was nothing. I was ready to give away all my funds if I had to. My pace became quicker. I wanted to meet her. I barely saw the few students walking with me in the solemn halls. I was lost in the thought of her, who I loved more than my own life. I recalled her elegant features, her snow-like skin, her hands, so pale and yet commanding, her eyes, as blue as a clear autumn sky. Unaware of the crooked corner of my mouth, I stood before the closed doors of the Student Council meeting-room. I knocked before announcing: "Pardon my intrusion. " She was there. Sitting at her rightful place at the head of the table, Kirari moved her eyes on me. A smile rose to her lips. The documents and pen in her hands were forgotten for a moment. I noticed with difficulty the presence of the Vice-President, standing at her side. The huge aquariums, with their bluish hue and their inhabitants, might have as well been non-existent. "Ah, welcome back Sayaka. ", said the President. "I've been waiting for you. " A lively spark of joy warmed my chest. Trying to keep it hidden, I bowed my head and said: "Good evening, President, Vice-President. Is there anything I can help you with? " "The answer should be yes. However, I see that someone has already taken care of everything. " Her playful glance warmed my chest up. She was right, of course. I had taken care of each and every file on her desk in the morning. The only thing that was left to do was sign them. If I could, I would have done that too in her stead. "I am still the President after all. You should let me do my job once in a while. ", she joked. "Your burden is already heavy, ma'am. It is only natural for me to do anything I can to make it lighter. " As I spoke, I walked toward her. Then I stood, composed, at a respectful distance from the two sisters. As much as I wanted to be the usual, professional Secretary- classes were over, but we were still in school after all- I found myself struggling with the desire to kiss Kirari's hand and put my head in her lap. She was the idol of my devotion. Having her so close to me made me feel like I could almost hear the bells of the temples I had build for her in my heart. I loved her so much. "Your help is most appreciated. ", said Kirari. She set down the pen and rested her marble-like jaw on her hand. Her eyes gleamed, teasing. "I'm glad to see your efforts. But there's one last thing I would really like to ask of you. Unless you don't feel up to it… ? " Inside I was aglow, but my head cleared up at once. My eyes looked into hers without faltering as I said: "I'm here to carry out any of your directions. Ask anything of me, please, and I will do it without delay. " For a moment, the President observed my attitude in silence. Then, little by little, she allowed herself to chuckle. On my part, it took an unimaginable effort to hide my pleasure at the magnificent show of her mirth. My expression didn't change, but I couldn't command the sparkle in my eyes or the heat in my cheeks. "You're always so diligent, Sayaka. You almost put me in a difficult situation; I was simply about to ask for a cup of tea. Should I ask for something more complex? ", said the President. I opened up in a small smile. "I shall make some tea. For the Vice-President too. ", I added out of politeness. Kirari dismissed me with a nod. I didn't have to look twice to see that even if the pen was back in her hand her smile hadn't left. I entered the adjacent room as if I was walking on air. The kettle was already full. How many times had I turned the stove on? How many leaves had I used, how many cups had I prepared, how many minutes had I waited for the water to boil in order to please the President? The time I had spent doing those things was… timeless. It was an eternity, it had never really started, it felt as if it had always been like this. And yet, it was nothing compared to the time I still wanted to pass with the President. I made the tea with the utmost care. Once it was ready, I put the kettle and two cups on a tray and carried them in the other room. The bitter-sweet aroma of the tea filled the air as I poured it. Its scent and look were perfect, but only the President could tell. I stepped back and waited in silence. I let her take her time with the documents, trying not to bother her with my expectations. When she put down the pen, her eyes met mine. No one broke the silence as she took her cup. The Vice-President didn't touch hers. I wondered if I had made a mistake in preparing one for her without waiting for an actual reply, but I didn't mind it. The President took a sip. Maybe I had gotten too full of myself, or maybe that day I was distracted and not as sharp as usual. But in that moment I though I saw her growing a little more relaxed. Which was weird, it was a first! At times I though that the President's face was harder than the Vice-President to read. She showed everything, and yet nothing. She was a mistery. Just like I was an enigma for her. And, as I recalled with warm cheeks, she had openly stated that she liked me all the better for it. "As I though. ", said the President. This time I didn't have to ask. In her voice, I could hear the smile she hid in her cup. My hands rested in my lap in my usual poise, but I had to clench them in order to hide my emotions. I bowed my head and gave my thanks. The atmosphere in the room felt so calm, so familiar, so wonderfully ours: I stood, obedient, as the President enjoyed the tea that I had prepared for her with my own hands. Not even the Vice-President bothered us. Rather, even if I blush admitting it, she made it even better. She was the President's sister: one day, if all went well, she would become my sister too. If I closed my eyes and let myself think of that day, of marriage and family, of rings and a white veil, Ririka was there too. And I was fine with that. Everything was going to be all right as long as the President kept me by her side. My silly day-dreaming was interrupted by the sudden opening of the door. I turned, startled and somewhat embarassed: first I saw the orange hood. Then, Yomozuki Runa's jolly face came in. "Yoo-oh! ", she exlaimed, cheerful. I greeted her with a small bow, while the President said: "Hello there Runa. No knocking? " I wondered if she too had been enjoying our little moment. If she had been annoyed by the interruption, though, she didn't show it. "Whoops, my bad! I wonder, will you forgive me if I tell you I bring good news? " Yomozuki winked. The lollipop between her lips bobbed with each word. After all those years, I still had no idea of how could she speak as clearly as she did with those things in her mouth. She paused to move the lolly, then added, in a cunning manner: "That is all ready and set. " "That…? ", I thought intrigued. I wasn't looking at the President. And yet, I could feel the atmosphere in the room changing as she received those words. When I did glance at her, I noticed how her eyes were glimmering with interest. "Oh? ", she said. "You assure me that everything could be started at once? " Yomozuki chuckled, her violet eyes sparkled with the usual perkiness. "Of course! After all, this is a very special request from no other than our beloved President! I personally made sure everything was as you had ordered. " "Very well. " Kirari got up. The whole room seemed to move with her: Yomozuki opened the door for her, The Vice-President got ready to follow her and I stepped forward in order to collect the documents before doing the same. I had no idea of what was going on, but I wasn't worried. I just had to trust her. I was sure I would find out in a matter of minutes. Or so I thought. "Ah, Sayaka. ", called the President, noticing my gestures. "There's no need for you to follow us. You'd be more useful here, in case someone comes looking for me. I shall be back soon. Are you okay with that? " She looked at me one last time. Something inside of me grew cold and disquieting. I forced myself to hide it, as I replied: "Of course. I shall wait for your return. " She smiled. "Good. The tea will grow cold. Finish it for me, would you? If the fact that I drank from the cup bothers you "-it did not, I could assure her- "Take the other. It's far too good to waste it. " "Yes, ma'am. ", I said. The doors closed between us. I was left alone with the two smoking cups, the unknowing fishes and my doubts. "She jumped off a five-floor tower to keep me safe. There's nothing to be worried about. It's going to be fine. ", I kept telling myself. I looked around the room that just a moment ago had contained my whole world. I couldn't help being worried. But if the President hadn't told me about it, it meant that it didn't concern me. She could take care of it on her own. Everything was going to be fine, I just had to keep my faith. To distract myself, I looked at the cups: the President's was smeared with blue lipstick. I didn't dare to drink from that side, even if I can't deny I wanted to with all my heart. I was content with looking at the faint shape of her lips and touching the same liquid her mouth had touched. The cup was almost full; she had only had the chance to sip it. But it was still warm, and I drank it all with pleasure. I don't know if the President's praise had gotten to my head or if it was really the truth, but I thought the taste was indeed different. As the minutes went on, I finished the other cup and hoped for the best. \\ \\ \\ They weren't gone for too long. After fifteen or maybe twenty minutes, I heard the doors opening. "Welcome back. ", I greeted them. While waiting I had cleaned up the tea set and the documents, disposing of those that were ready. If the President needed them, she knew shere to find them. "Hello again Sayaka. ", she said. She looked pleased. The corner of her lips was bent and there was something in her gaze which intrigued me. I didn't know if I should have been more anxious or relieved. I decided to hide my curiosity and see if she would satisfy it on her own. After that one time with the elicopter, I thought I had learnt my lesson. "Have faith, have faith… ", I kept telling myself. "Should I get some more tea ready? ", I asked to all three of them. "No thanks! ", said Yomotuski. Her lollipop was different, I wondered how many she had eaten while she was gone. The Vice-President might have as well been a statue. She said nothing and didn't make a move. "Thank you, but maybe later my dear. ", replied the President. Normally, I would have bowed my head, said 'Of course', or something of the sort. But this time… something was different. The President's eyes were looking for something in my face. She looked calm, sure, but it only made it more unnerving. "What is going on? ", I asked myself for the up-tenth time. Unable to fully hide my distress, I asked: "Is there anything else I can do for you? " Kirari glanced at the gargantuan aquarium on her left. "Not the best of omens… " I thought. I tried to ignore the anxiety growing in me. "As a matter of fact, yes. However, it is up to you to chose whether you want to comply or not. I won't order it. " Her eyes stared and stared. I had to make an effort not to lose my thoughts in those pools. The situation was taking a turn for the worse: the President was the one who made the choices. When she left things to fate, or to those that fate brought to her, nothing good ever came out of it. Like with Jabami Yumeko… I clenched my teeth. My nails found their way in my palms. "Calm down, calm down… " Pushing away the memory of the white lily in her breast-pocket, I said: "What is it, if I may ask? " The President smiled. "Of course. ", I thought. "Asking was like giving up. She thinks I'll feel forced to say yes. And as usual, I'm afraid she won't be wrong… " "You see, while we were gone Runa showed me a wonderful set-up I'm planning to use for the Elections. 'Pleiades' is how I decided to call it. I want to test its games. " Gambling. I had to refrain from grimacing. The Pleiades are a group of seven stars, rapresenting seven sisters of the Greek mythology. I expected the number of games would be the same, or something similar. The President was aware of my hate for gambling. I hoped with all my heart that she would ask me to act as dealer, and nothing more. I was right in only one of my predictions. "There are seven rooms, each of them with a different game, and thus different rules. I'd like you to join me in a gamble to see if they can actually be any good for winning votes. If not, we shall pass a pleasant afternoon, at least. " I wasn't so sure about that. The only moment in which I could really enjoy a gamble was when I stood behind the President while she played, and all I had to do was trust her intellect, or her luck, or whatever innate ability had allowed her to remain undefeated for so long. Gambling is not supposed to be a hobby. No person in their right mind would choose it to kill time. Gambling was made to destroy people's lives by giving them the illusion of obtaining a better one. Keeping that in mind, I asked: "What are the stakes? " She seemed pleased: I knew from the start that there was no way she would play without risks. Even if I didn't doubt that she expected me to lose, maybe she was enjoying the fact that in my own way I was already putting up a fight. "You know me too well, Sayaka. ", she said. "Last time it was one of the most enjoyiable gambles I have ever had the chance to witness. However, I won't ask you to bet your all again. " "Thank goodness. ", I thought holding back a sigh. The President paced around the table as she spoke. Now, she came to stand before me, arms crossed on her bosom, her pale eyes a tempting devil for the uneasiness in my chest. "Would it be too cliché to say 'the loser has to do anything the winner says for a day' ? " "It would be unfair. ", I replied. "You can't win what you already own. " Her smile grew wider. I knew she would have liked those words. Being reminded that I belonged to her and no-one else, not even to myself, was a pleasure for me too. My actions had given the predicted results: for a moment, the illusion of control was before my eyes. Observing her expression, I didn't let myself savour too much of that insignificant victory. "On the other hand, though, you would win quite the pot, wouldn't you? " I didn't reply. "Oh well. ", she said. "I guess acting as dealer for all those years made you too susceptible to unfairness. " She seemed to pause for a moment. A part of me thought she knew perfectly well what she was going to say, even without thinking about it. Maybe the President was right: I knew her too well. Yet, keeping up with her only seemed to grow harder. "How about this: if i win, I'll offer you a dinner in one of the most exclusive restaurants of the capital. Only the two of us. " She stepped forth and I held my breath, blushing without knowing why. "Usually it takes months to get in the waiting list, but that won't be a problem. Of course, I will cover all the costs myself and everything will be cared for. You won't have to worry about a single thing, aside from enjoying yourself. On the other hand… " Another step. She was so close I could smell her perfume. Her eyes, always her eyes. They were a weakness of mine. The more I tried not to lose myself in them, the more I saw their beauty. They were delicate, fathomless galaxies: the Pleiades themselves couldn't compare. I don't know if the President knew what I was thinking. If she did, I don't doubt she was taking advantage of it. The intensity of her stare became hard to bear: my own eyes started to run away. They found refuge in the gold of her engraved buttons, in the elegant line of her jaw, in the diaphanous delicacy of her skin. In the softness of her lips. I grew crimson. I looked away and followed with difficulty what she said next. "If you lose, you'll apologise to Yumeko for the way you treated her during the live broadcast. I won't tell you the exact cost of our dinner, that would be rude. Suffice to say ,though, that on top of the apologise, the same amount of money will be transferred from your bank account to hers. " "B-but ma'am, that would mean giving bullets to our enemy! ", I exclaimed. Embarassed, I noticed that I had lost my composure and raised my voice. I muttered an apology while Yomozuki chuckled. I had almost forgotten about her and the Vice-President. Kirari smiled. "Now, now, I know how much you dislike her. All the more reason to win, don't you think? " "No. ", I thought clenching my lips. "Everyone could say that something's off. I'm about to gamble with someone that finds a victory in another person's loss, rather than in gaining something for herself… does it make a difference if it's the President? Does it make a difference… if it's me?... " The President touched my face. Her hand was warm, as it had kept the warmth of the tea I had made for her. Even then, with all my uneasiness, there was an incredible desire to kiss her candid palm. If she could read behind my eyes, I thought, I hoped she would see how much I disliked the whole situation. "So? ", she murmured in my ear. "Will you play with me… ?" Her breath was still playing with my hair when I signed the inevitable catastrophe. "Yes. ", I said. "I will. "
  8. It is an honor to receive a comment like this from someone like you. I always found you under every Fanfic that I read here ahah Thank you, really.
  9. As I messed up with the forums last time, I think this will be better. Summary: Sayaka being desperate on a ride back to the Momobami's estate after an important night out. The limousine proceeded steady and confident on the uneven road. The mountains outside of its tinted windows were giants shrouded in shadows. With their dark cloaks, they towered against the brightness of the few lucky stars which had managed to escape the loud screaming of the city lights. Aside from the road slithering around the cliff and a few tired lampposts, there was no sign of human presence. The car was a beast: it devoured the asphalt and its scars, the headlights were as powerful as the spotlights of a theater and they cut the darkness before the gargantuan yet elegant bulk like yellowish blades. Its V8 Twin Turbo roared in the silence of the night. But inside, nothing was heard, aside from the few asperities of the road. A pinch: Igarashi Sayaka found no better word for her situation. Her hands were grasping each other on her crossed thights. In the dark, she couldn't see the knuckles growing white, but she could feel that the effort had made them numb. Underneath her elgant blue tailleur, she was sweating, a little. Not enough to ruin her make-up, but enough to cover her forehead with a thin patina. A few mintues earlier she had noticed she was gritting her teeth too hard, it was giving her a headache. Now she switched to biting the corner of her lip. Not enough to bleed, but enough to try and distract herself. A pinch. Maybe she could have found something more suitable, more poetic or assertive. Right now, she was too concentrated on trying to keep the content of her bladder in its place to care. The icing on the cake was, she couldn't even claim the relief- "God, the irony. "- of being alone. Sitting across from each other, the President and the Vice-President were the worst possible audience for such a disgraceful show. It was impossible to hide that something was off. In the first place because even if the Momobami's limousine- well, one of the limousines- was as big as one could dream of, they were still in sight of each other. And in the second place because Kirari had understood at once what was going. "I can ask the chauffeur to go faster. ", she said. The old lights outside kissed her face for a moment: her blue eyes were fixated on Sayaka. She was unreadable. And she looked absolutely stunning in her crimson italian suit. "Those clothes cost more than the lives of six or seven of our poorest students. ", had though Sayaka, as soon as she had recovered from that beauty's sight. She dismissed the memory as she replied: "No, thank you ma'am. I appreciate your concern, but I can't allow any of you to run any unnecessary risk on my behalf. These roads are in awful conditions and-… " A sudden jolt made her forget the rest of her sentence: she whined as pangs of pain stabbed her lower abdomen. She felt Kirari's eyes on her face. Her blood raced to her cheeks. "I-… " Kirari didn't take notice of her. Her hand rose to knock on the partitioning glass of the driving side. An apology was murmured from the speakers, but she didn't mind it. She said: "I don't need to tell you that it is your own foolish attitude that caused this situation. ". It wasn't a question. "Yes. ", said Sayaka anyways. It was almost a whisper. She lowered her head and stared at the white knuckles she couldn't see. Her cheeks were burning. And her bladder was spasming, she was so full she could swear she heard the liquid sloshing in her tummy with every curve of the road. "Three-hundred and fifty milliliters. ", she thought. "A can of coke: that's the avarage capacity of the bladder in adult males. But I'm not a male, and I can't say I'm an adult. How much did I drink? It was only water. A glass must've been-… " Another jolt. Her bladder warned her that this wasn't the best time to make this sort of calculations. Sayaka drew in a shaky breath and tried to distract herself. She couldn't look outside, not right now, at least. If she raised her eyes she would meet the President's gaze. She didn't have the heart to. She couldn't even begin to imagine how disappointed she must've been. And yet, she thought , tears burning at the corners of her eyes, the dinner had gone so well, even more than expected. The formal party they had attendend that night had taken place in a private estate lost among the mountains. It took two hours to get there from the Academy. With the elicopter it would have taken much less, but the hosts were a peculiar couple: they were frightened by outsiders. The manor they chose to live in was as secluded and safe as a medieval monastery and the mounts which sourrounded it would have made it impossible for the elicopter to fly safely. Kirari had talked about buying a new, better one, but Sayaka had reminded her that there was no time to. Aside from their fear of the world and the wealth they wished to protect from it, Sayaka knew nothing else of their hosts. Which was the main reason why she hadn't found the courage to ask for the restroom. The two were so paranoid that they kept no waiters nor maids, so there was no one else she could ask. And anyways, she had had more important matter to take care of: she stood by the Momobami twins, diligent and flawless, to take note of what one said while filling in the silences that were so frequent with the other. The weight of the teaser in her pocket had reminded her that she wasn't acting only as Secretary. Everything had gone well, anyways. She wouldn't have changed anything. But she had drank every time she was offered a glass, and she had eaten more than usual. The added pressure was becoming more and more painful. In order to relieve some of it, she uncrossed her legs and kept her thighs as far apart from each other as her good manners would allow. Then she started waiting for the next wave of pain and urgency. The President's voice attracted her attention. "I trust you won't do something so unnecessary again in the future. ", said Kirari. "But you did well tonight. Maybe too well, if you forgot to take care of yourself. " Sayaka found the courage to raise her eyes: Kirari didn't look angry or disappointed. But she was hard to read, and Sayaka couldn't bring herself to accept the praise. Then the President said something else. "Rest at ease: it won't take long before we get to the estate. " It took a moment for Sayaka to elaborate. "The… the estate? ", she repeated. "Yes. ", said Kirari. "The Family's estate is closer than the Academy. Time is essential, as I can see, so I figured that changing our destination would be the best choice. " "President, you didn't have to! ", said Sayaka. Deep down though, she couldn't help feeling a spark of joy in her chest. Maybe in her tummy too, but in that area there was so much going on that she couldn't be sure whether it was butterflies or the signal that she was about to burst. "It's not a problem. Soon we will be home. " "Home! The President is taking care of me! She wants to bring me home with her! ", thought Sayaka, and for a moment, the pain, the stress, the embarassment all seemed to disappear from her mind. Then the car jolted again. Horrified, she felt her panties growing wet. The leak had been small, but she could feel its disgusting warmth on the drenched fabric. Her mind started racing: would the President and the Vice-President notice the smell? It was cold outside, could she find an excuse to open one of the windows? How long would it be before… God, her face felt so warm. She passed one of her hands on her sweaty forhead. She couldn't be sure, but she thought the Vice-President was looking at her. Her face was turned in her direction. Sayaka tried to figure out what was going on behind the bottomless holes of the mask, but gave up soon. Trying not to soak the elgant and expensive- and provided by the President herself- tailleur was taking all of her energies. She remembered that the limousine costed as much as a flat, and something more too, perhaps. But covering the costs of clothes and car would have been the least of her problems. Wetting herself in front of the Momobami twins was unthinkable, unacceptable, she refused to consider it a possibility. Rather than force them to witness such an ungly show, she would have asked to stop the car and… "Pee on the side of the road. Like an old man or a toddler! ". She didn't have many options after all: wetting herself and offend the dignity of the President and of the Vice-President, or asking to stop and lose all respect for herself. At this point she was starting to think she wouldn't make it back. The need to relieve herself had assaulted her abdomen for so long, it was so painful and she was so painfully conscious of it that she was starting to lose all hope. Her legs were fidgetting and there was no stopping them. The drenched fabric of her underwear was starting to bother her. At the same time it was such a lure… "I have to hold it in at all costs! ", she thought, "If only I could add some pressure with my hand... I'd give three-quarters of the funds in my bank account, I swear! " But there was no way she could. The Vice-President was back at staring outside but Kirari's eyes were glued to her like they had never been. Their glimmer in the darkness was haunting. With a mix of emotions, Sayaka felt their burning presence on her face. It was quite uncomfortable. "Should I ask her to stop…? Do I have the courage to…? " She noticed it had been a while since she met the other's eyes. Was that weird? After all this time, she was more or less used to the President's quirks, the Vice-President would have known them better than her too, but she, Sayaka… Was she being too weird? "First they notice I'm about to wet myself like a child, now I'm avoiding the President's beautiful face like a plague… what did I do to deserve this?! " Her eyes filled with tears. The softest of whines escaped her lips. "Sayaka. ", called Kirari. "We're almost there. Just hold on a little longer. " "She's… comforting me… ? " "…Yes ma'am. Thank you. ", murmured Sayaka as soon as the knot in her throat let her. Kirari's blue lipstick glimmered as she smiled. Sayaka thought she saw her mouth moving. 'Silly girl', she thought she heard. But she must've been mistaken. Another wave of desperation hit her abdomen like an hammer: she clenched her knees and hoped with all her heart it would pass without damage. Her breath shook between her lips. She closed her eyes and waited. It lasted for a few seconds. The struggle covered Sayaka's face in sweat. She had dug her nails in her palms with such strenght that she could feel the waning moons they engraved. "That was bad… that was unbelievably bad. " Her legs wouldn't stop bouncing. The Vice-President was back at staring at her and Sayaka's cheeks were becoming as red as the President's suit. "This is embarassing… but between this and wetting myself… ! " She was hoping she could find a way to push her hands between her thights. But with both of the twins watching her it would have been too gross, too rude. In order to feel a little less under pressure, Sayaka waited at least for the Vice-President to move her head away like before. She waited in vain. "What is up with both of them?! ", she thought disquieted, " The President is curious by nature, but Ririka? Why is she watching me like that?! " Maybe she was grossed out. Maybe she wanted to see the exact moment in which Sayaka lost all control on her body, and the respect of the President with it. Or perhaps she was just curious, like her sister. It was impossible to say what was going on behind the mask. Sayaka took a sharp breath and clenched her muscles. She didn't care. As long as she had a chance to use the bathroom they could stare at her all night long. The car stopped, and her bladder spasmed, at its limit. Sayaka exchanged a panicked look with the President. "We're at the estate. ", said Kirari. "As soon as the gate opens it's only a matter of minutes. " Sayaka thought she was smiling again. "Oh President! ", she pleaded in her mind as the car went on. "I can't believe you're enjoying this-… this shit-show! " It wasn't that bad. She was fidgetty and a little sweaty, sure, her panties were a little wet. But the truth was, that Sayaka couldn't accept to show her umanity like that. Which, on one hand made sense: of the three, she had always considered herself as the weakest. On the other hand, though, she had always been the most 'normal' ; even in the eyes of the other students. It felt natural that Ririka hid everything about herself behind her mask; Sayaka was almost susprised, at times, to see the President eating and drinking something else aside from the tea the Secretary prepared. They would never show a need like the one they were witnessing with so much attention. Sayaka had no obligation to act like them, she didn't have to keep up a cool façade like they did. And even if she did feel somehow the need to, she knew she wouldn't have been able to. She was only human. But she couldn't wet herself in front of them, she wouldn't and she couldn't! Everythingw was going to be okay, she wasn't going to disgrace herself in the eyes of the President. She kept repeating it to herself, over and over again. The time that passed from the moment they left the gate seemed endless. Sayaka bit her lips almost to the point of bleeding. By the time they reached the front of the estate, she was bent in two. She squirmed in her seat: it was over. Tears crowded in her eyes. The pain, the necessity, the embarassment, the frustration… If she didn't wet herself, she would have made a fool of herself by starting to cry like an idiot. The President's voice interrupted her agitated thoughts. "We're here. " "Ah, y-yes ma'am… " The gargantuan estate was before them. Sayaka shot it a mere glance before giving in: she grabbed her crotch. Her knees were trembling so much she could barely get out of the car. Kirari and Ririka remained behind her. Whether it was because they wanted to be polite or because they wanted to look at her some more, Sayaka didn't know. The only moment the President was in front of her was when she told a maid to guide Sayaka to the closest bathroom. Bathroom. Sayaka's whole body seemed to react at the word, and this time for sure she would lose control. She scrunched up her face in a grimace: a spurt, two. "The President is right here… I can't… I won't! " Her willpower was the only thing preventing a disaster. She could feel thick, warm droplets sliding down her thights as she followed the maid. "Close… I'm so close… ! " She got in the bathroom, ignored its splendour and rushed for the toilet. There was only one problem… "I… I can't walk! If I open my legs a little more… " "Oh, please, please! ", she pleaded. Her hands shook. She was just four steps away, three steps away… Her bladder released itself. "No! ", cried Sayaka. In one last effort, she yanked up the skirt of her tailleur and pulled down her panties. She had the time to be horrified by the sight of the golden trickle escaping her labia, then she sat on the toilet. Her relief was so great she started crying. She couldn't help herself, really: the pain was leaving with seven hours of liquids. It was making such a noise hitting the water that she started to fear someone could hear it. But she didn't care, she didn't care. Her crying subsided. As she waited for her bladder to be done, she reviewed the damage: her skirt was dry, God bless, but her panties and pantyhose were soaked. Their smell and the wetness that ran all the way down to her knees were quite bothersome. With the corner of her eye she also noticed the yellowish trail she had left on the floor. There was a carpet in front of the opulent sink. She could see she had left a dark spot on it. "God, what a mess… but still, it could have been much worse. " After what felt like an eternity, she was done. She cleaned herself up and flushed. Her face was sticky with the remainings of her make-up. She wondered whether she should remove her pantyhose. It would have been mortifing to know that the President knew why she had taken them off, but the fabric was too wet. With a pang of shame, she removed them and hid them in her pocket. The President had said she could keep the tailleur, so she didn't have to worry about someone finding them. Her panties were something different. "I should throw them away. They're gonna reek. But I can't go around with a skirt, no panties and no tights… ! " She struggled with herself. "If the President knew, what would she think about this? That I'm a pervert, no doubts. She wouldn't keep me at her side… " But she couldn't keep her white panties on. They were soaked to the point of being see-through, and again, the smell would have been hard to hide. Her skin wouldn't have appreciated the contact with something so wet all the way back to the Academy. And talking about perverts, if the President kept Midari in the Council, at the end Sayaka was confident she could forgive her this one time. With a sigh, she took her underwear off and put it with her tights. "Now, let's clean up this mess. I'll pretend the carpet got wet while I washed my hands… ugh. But there's no choice. " \\ \\ \\ Upon leaving the bathroom, Sayaka found the same maid waiting for her. She was led throught the labirinthine hallways of the house, and this time she had all the time and the presence of mind to admire its old-fashioned architecture. The estate must have been as ancient as the President's family. And it had her same kind of misterious beauty. The opulence was stunning, but without being excessive. She had expected to see some more of the President's eccentricity. The twins were waiting for her in a lounge: Ririka and Kirari were sitting on two leather couches, across from each other. They had had the time to change themselves into two identical traditional kimono; both black and white, both as expensive-looking as they could be. Ririka had taken off her mask and Sayaka had to make an effort to stop staring: the resemblance to the President was breath-taking. The only thing in which they differed was the hairstyle. Intrigued, Sayaka wondered whether she would have been able to recognise one from the other if there were no differences. The President attracted her attention: she was smiling. On the bulky wooden coffee table before her, a tea set was waiting. "You look better, now, Sayaka. ", she said. "Yes, ma'am. I apologise for the detour and I am most grateful for allowing me to… u-use your restroom… " "Now, now, Sayaka. ", said the President, "After all, you're always looking after me. If for once the tables have turned, I can only be glad. " Sayaka felt her face growing warmer. Her chest was ablaze. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she murmured her thanks. "Care to join us for a cup of tea before going to bed? " "Ah, yes ma'am. It would be my pleasure. " Remembering the disgraceful things she was keeping in her pocket, Sayaka stood as far as possible from her hosts. "What's wrong? ", said Kirari. "I don't bite I promise. " She chuckled. There was a sparkle in her blue eyes. Mirth, or maybe something else. "Come. I won't allow a guest to stand like that. " Fighting her concern, Sayaka got closer. She intended to serve the President like usual before sitting. "Oh, leave that be. ", said Kirari. "You're a guest, I told you. Forget about being Secretary for once. Let me spoil you. " In front of her smile, Sayaka felt like a dozen fires were burning in her. 'Let me spoil you', she had said. Could she really allow herself to? "President-… " "There you go. " The maid filled everyone's cup. Ririka didn't touch hers. Her expression was unreadable even without the mask. She followed uninterested what was going on around her, as if she wasn't really a part of it. Sayaka sat by Kirari's side, keeping her knees clenched. She waited for the President to take a sip before doing the same. "Mmh. ", said Kirari. "W-What's wrong? " "As I thought. " "What do you mean, if I may ask? ", asked Sayaka confused. "These tea leaves are supposed to be the same we keep at the Academy. Yet, they seem different to me. What do you think, Ririka? " The Vice-President didn't change her expression. She took her cup, drank from it and put it back in the same manner. "Mmh. ", was all she offered. "Indeed. ", replied her sister. Sayaka observed the exchange with curiosity. She knew that siblings- and especially twins- were said to have a special bound. She wondered if the two of them always communicated like that. At school they never exchanged more than a few gestures. "What do you think, Sayaka? " "Ah, well… " Sayaka took a sip and fell quiet. Then she said: "Well, as far as I know there's a number of reasons why the taste seems different, from the temperature to the brewing time. For example-… " "That's odd. ", said Kirari. "Rather, I was starting to think it was because you weren't the one who made it. " It took a moment for Sayaka to elaborate. Then she grew as red as a tomato. "I- well, I-… " The President laughed. "I like the face you're making. " Sayaka was so taken aback that all she could say was: "Right… right… " Kirari was back at staring at her. She was undeniably amused, but her secretary didn't have it in her heart to resent her. Rather, Sayaka felt like she had never loved someone as much as she loved Kirari. She was aglow. She was so glad that she feared it would show, so she hid her face in the cup and drank the tea- which was good, sure, but not as much as the one she herself made for the President. "Well, then. ", said Kirari setting down her own cup. "I think it's time to say goodnight. It has been quite the long evening for all of us and tomorrow is a school day. " As much as the thought of leaving saddened her, Sayaka could only agree. "You'll find some night supplies, along with some fresh clothes, in the room that is being prepared for you. " At first, Sayaka didn't think she was talking with her. When Ririka too glanced at her expecting a reply, she blinked. "You mean… ", she said. Her heart was pounding like a bull in her ears. Could she really allow herself to sleep here, under the same roof of the President? "I mean. ", said Kirari touching her bare knee. Sayaka flinched and held back a squeal. "That I'd like you to be my guest tonight. It's too late to go back to the Academy, after all. The detour was quite long, as I'm sure you know. " Yes, Sayaka knew, and she was mortified to be reminded. "B-But President, are you sure? " Kirari's easy-going attitude lost some of its calm. She grew silent as her eyes stared into Sayaka's. The Secretary fumbled with her words. "I'm sure you don't want to offend our ospitality. ", interrupted her Kirari. "No! Of course not… " "Good. Then it's all settled. " Kirari stood. The smile was back on her lips. Her hand left Sayaka's skin, leaving behind five burning, invisible traces. Ririka followed her and the two of them lingered for a moment. "Good night, my dear Sayaka. " "Good… night. " One last smile. By the time they were gone, Sayaka's eyes were as bright as stars. Notes: 4242 words. I don't know what's gotten into me. Hope you enjoyed.
  10. III - Some good ol'jealousy (Mary/ Ririka, Sayaka/ Kirari) Summary: Mary discovers an unexpected truth about the Momobami twins "Where is she? ", were the first words the President spoke upon entering. Mary frowned: Kirari Momobami didn't look concerned, nor annoyed and not even surprised. She was her usual collected and gelid self. Mary hated her guts with the fierceness of a thousand suns. "Over there. ", she said with a nod of her chin. "For how long has she been in there? " Now that she though about it, Mary couldn't tell. It had been going on for quite a while; maybe even more than an hour. "Too long. ", was her dry reply. It's not like the President cared anyways. Mary was sure that the only reason why she had complied to Ririka's request was to make sure that her sosia was safe. She couldn't use a broken puppet, now, could she? Thinking about the way she used Ririka made Mary grit her teeth so hard she could almost feel them shattering in her mouth. Kirari didn't show any signs of having noticed the hatred in the other's eyes. She said nothing more and made her way towards the door at the other end of the room. As Mary showed the intention of following her, Sayaka put her arm between her and the President. "I must ask you to wait here. The Vice-President is going to be fine, I can assure you. ", said the Secretary. Mary thought she saw a sparkle of amusement in her eyes. Was she laughing at Ririka or at Mary herself? Before she could inquire, a voice from the bathroom attracted her attention. "Onee-…Rmh-mh, Onee-chan. " Ririka had put on her mask. Her sister must have startled her when she came in. Kirari's reply was too indistinct to be heard, but the tone didn't betray anything out of the ordinary. The Vice-President hurried words, on the other hand… "Don't tell me the President is going to-…! ", growled Mary, pulling back her fist as if she was getting ready to slam it against the Secretary's nose, teaser or not. "Of course not. The President has no intention of harming the Vice-President, rest assured. "; replied Sayaka, seraphic as usual. "… Right. " Mary made an effort to keep her temper in check. The thought of Kirari hurting her partner made her blood boil, but there wasn't much she could do. And again, it was undeniable: Ririka was far too useful. There was no way Kirari was going to go too heavy on her. "What are they doing in there? ", asked Mary,to distract herself. "I wouldn't know. " "This isn't the first time it happens, right? You must've seen something. ", insisted Mary frowning. "Not at all. "; replied Sayaka. "The door is always kept shut. And anyways, I was present only on two other occasions, aside from this one. " Rather than let her animosity get the better of her, Mary sighed. Neither of them had it easy, she thought referring to herself and to Sayaka. They were partners with -well, they were dating- the two most eccentric twins in Japan, or maybe in the whole world. Of the two at least Mary had gotten the 'easy' one for herself. She had no idea of how could Sayaka keep up with the President willingly. All that scheming, and plotting, and playing with the acquarium, the fishes and what not. Perhaps she could do it only because she was as peculiar as the President herself. "Yep, I'm definetively the luckiest of the bunch. ", thought Mary observing the calm demeanour of the Secretary. And yet, there she was, fretting like a worried mother. She wasn't supposed to be so stressed. After all, she was only waiting for her partner to… go pee. Mary covered her face. "What the hell is wrong with us? " Ever since entering the toilet, Ririka had been unable to relieve herself. She couldn't start, no matter how hard she tried or how coaxing was Mary's tone. Not even a drop had come out. And the most astonishing thing was that as soon as the problem had become clear, Ririka had asked for the President to be called. She hadn't hesitated when Mary asked her if she was sure and if there was nothing she could do to help. Mary had been reluctant to comply, but she did give in, in the end. Also, she would have never admitted it, but she was a little hurt- well, annoyed- all right, hurt, at the fact that Ririka hadn't relied on her. She expected her to trust her more. They slept together five nights out of seven, for God's sake! And not only that… "She's fine when she let me do her, but not when she whips it out to pee? No fucking way. " She felt so angry and disappointed that she started pacing the room without noticing. "The Vice-President is going to be fine. ", repeated Sayaka, mistaking the cause of her distress. "Hell if I care! ", growled Mary. She turned her back on the other's startled expression and started pacing once more. Voices from the bathroom. Ririka's was far too nervous for Mary's tastes. Forgetting about what she had just said, she thought: "If the President ends up upsetting her just to tease her we're going to have a problem. Also, why is Ririka so worried? She's supposed to take a leak, there's no nuclear science behind it. " And yet… "Sayaka, do you know why Ririka needs the President? " The Secretary smiled a little in front of her naive concern, and Mary had to remind herself once more that even if she did manage to land a punch on her, she might've ended up being electroduted. "As I said, I can't tell exactly what they're doing. But if I had to guess, I'd say the presence of the President is supposed to be comforting. " "Comforting? ", thought Mary with a huff. "Ririka sounds like she's everything but comforted! " The hurried pattern of her voice, even if modified, was unmistakable. With Mary she had been much calmer. She had even smiled a little seeing her concern. So why, why,why-… "I'll be right here. " Mary turned to see the President opening the door. She could hear Ririka saying: "But, Onee-chan-…! " "Enough. Do what you must Ririka. ", replied the President drily. Then she shut the door and stood before it. "What was that about? ", asked Mary. "Ah, I see you don't know yet. I thought you two were closer.I guess I was wrong. " Mary would have liked to slap the living shit out of her for the smug smile she gave her. "Nice face. ", commented the President. "Very well. I shall tell you. " "No. " "… Excuse-me? " "Thanks, but no thanks. " It was Mary's turn to show her teeth in a smile. "It's up to Ririka whether she wants me to know about it or not. Unless you forbid her to tell me. " "Forbid her? Why would I? " The President was growing more and more satisfied watching her struggle. So Mary decided to cut it off. "Ririka will tell me. Maybe. " "Or maybe not. It seems only fair. Though you are right, it's all up to her. " The two exchanged a glance, murderous on one side, mocking on the other. In the silence that followed, the muffled sound of Ririka's urinating was heard. "Well then. ", said the President. "We're done here. Let us go, Sayaka. " "W-Wait, Onee-chan! ", called Ririka. "There's no more need for me to be here. See you Ririka. " "Yikes… " The President was finally showing something else aside from smugness. She was annoyed all right. She coverd it up in time to nod one last time in Mary's directions, then she left, Sayaka trailing right behind her. Mary was left alone, confused and irritated. She had no idea of what had happened between the twins and she had no idea of what was going to happen between her and Ririka. Was it true, like Kirari had said, that they were supposed to be closer than that… ? For the moment being the only thing that could be done was waiting. Again. It didn't last too long though. Ririka was done soon enough. When she came out of the door she was putting back her sleeves after having washed her hands. Mary glared at her in silence for a while. When it became evident that the other wasn't going to speak first she reached the peak of her frustration, and growled: "Well? What was that about? " "Mary, I-… " "Take off that thing first. " "Sorry. ", said Ririka as soon as she complied. Her face was pinkish with embarassment. "I just… I was having some troubles. " "What troubles? If it was the plumbing, I'm fairly sure that's not the President's hobby. " Unable to reply to such an attitude, Ririka fell quiet and lowered her eyes. "Look. ", said Mary. After taking a deep breath she had managed to keep her temper in check. "If you don't wanna tell me because it's too private or whatever I won't ask anymore. But we're partners, you're always saying it. You can rely on me a little bit more… " She crossed her arms. Something in her had this almost unbearable impulse to pat her head. Ririka was looking so much at ill ease that she started to think she wouldn't say anything again. Eventually, though, she did. "Onee-chan… Kirari is my… " "...Your..? " "Kirari, she… she helps me go… pee… she's my… pee-buddy… " "What the fuck? ". Mary had to fight back a snicker. "Your what? ", she asked, her voice shaking, a little. "Oh, Mary! " "Just, what is that? " Ririka did her best to avoid her eyes at all costs. From pink her cheeks had grown quite red. Her ears too, were oh so very cute with that hue. "When I'm not familiar with the restroom I just… can't go. So she comes with me untill I relax and then waits for me outside untill I'm done. Usually, at least. Not today, I don't know why… " "'Cause she's a cunt, sweetheart, that's easy. ", thought Mary. Instead she said: "So you're pee-shy? " "Don't say it like that! It's embarassing… " "Fine. The medical term is 'Paruresis' right? " "Yes… " "And you always need someone to be with you? " "O-Only if I'm not familiar with the restroom! " "And the President" -Mary started to give in to the laughter making its way in her throat- "The president is your pee-buddy. " A pout was starting to form on Ririka's lips and it only made things funnier. Before she could stop herself, Mary started laughing. "W-What's so funny? ", asked Ririka offended. "The great President!… she was looking all splendid and mighty… Oh, look at me, peasants! I hold the Academy in the palm of my hand, I drink the water of the aquarium on a whim and eat all the fish and all that shit… she…she was a pee-buddy! A pee-buddy! Ah ah! " Mary totally lost it. And soon enough, her contagious laughter got to Ririka, who had to admit that the impression she made of her sister was too funny to pass the opportunity. At first they both couldn't stop, they kept looking at each other when it looked like they were done and every time one of them restarted chuckling . Mary had tears in her eyes and Ririka's cheeks were looking as lively as ever. The former was the first one to regain her composure: her sides were hurting and she was out of breath when she said: "Alright, alright, enough. For… for how long has this been going on? " "Ever since we were kids. " "Well, that's a lot of time. And you just… call for her every time? " Ririka nodded. Mary had to chuckle one last time. "Let's go, we still gotta meet up with the others. Pee-buddy…eh eh! " Note: the fourth part is not really omo-related, but urine is mentioned, and if you're interested in Futa!Ririka and a naughty Mary check out my Archive of Our Own account ---> https://archiveofourown.org/works/19926805
  11. There was a lack of Kakegurui content, so I just took the chance to share the result of a few days of hyperfixation. I - Mary and Ririka Summary: A pee-shy Ririka tries to imitate her sister, with Mary's help. "Ririka? ", called Mary as she entered the girl's toilet. Mary had been looking for her all over the Academy- aside from the Student Council room, no way she was going to set foot in there with the risk of meeting the god-awful President. Ririka was no-where to be found. But this was the last place left unchecked, and only one of the stalls was occupied. Mary didn't want to bother her 'gambling partner' in such a place, but Yumeko was growing impatient. They had given in to her request of joining her for a game and she wasn't going to take well the fact that they were making her wait so much. "Ririka, are you there? ", called Mary stepping forth. The distorted voice of the Vice-President was heard from behind the door: "Y-Yes Mary, I am. " Saotome was surprised to hear her speak like that. "Does she keep the mask on even when she's using the toilet? ", she wondered, half- amused, half-annoyed. "I'm going ahead with Yumeko and Suzui. You ok? " "I… yes, I am fine. " Even if the distorted tone was hard to read, the moment of hesitation didn't go unnoticed. "Are you alright? ", asked Mary frowning slightly. "I… yes. Please, go ahead. Don't worry about me. " Again, something was off. "You sure you're fine with me going alone? "; insisted Mary crossing her arms outside of the stall. "That's not how you're supposed to treat your gambling partner, you know… " No answer. "Something's definetly up. " "Come on, what is it? ", asked Mary, feigning a huff. "Do you need anything, toilet paper, tampons-… " "N-No, I said I'm fine! " "Well, you don't sound fine. " Mary waited for a reply. As it didn't come, she decided to go straight to the point. "I'm coming in. ", she announced. She pushed the door open. Ririka must have forgotten to lock it, like the dimwit she could be. In fact, Mary thought, for being the President's twin sister she could be nothing like her at times. "M-Mary! ", protested Ririka, staggering back in the cramped space. Instead of making a snarky remark, Saotome was welcomed by the sight of the other's bare buttocks barely covered by the hem of her skirt. Ririka was keeping its front pressed against her tummy. Her white panties and her pantyhose were all the way down to her knees. She was facing the toilet. Mary observed her with cinical eyes before asking: "What are you doing? " "I'm the one who should be saying that! ", thundered the altered voice of the other. "Take that thing off first. Don't be ridiculous, there's no one else aside from us. " Fighting the reluctance, Ririka took off her mask. Before snatching it from her hand, Mary had all the time to see how flustered she looked. She refused to meet Mary's gaze and her cheeks had reached just the right hue of pink to be considered adorable, no doubt about it. Ten out of ten for the Vice-President. Mary had to narrow her eyes in order to hide her dilated pupils. "So? What's this all about? ", she asked, showing indifference. Ririka seemed to struggle for a few seconds, but she did open her mouth to give an answer. Her voice was too small to be heard though. In comparison, Mary's 'Huh? ' seemed to boom in the small space. Ririka winced, startled, and tried again: "I… I was just trying to… " "What? Speak up, I can't hear you! " "I-… ! ", Ririka finally looked at Mary's face, but only for the briefest of moments. She murmured: " I was trying to… go pee… " "Well? What's the hold-up then? ", asked Mary, thinking to herself: "Shoot, she's too cute for her own good. If only she would show some more guts… " Ririka fidgetted on the spot. Her feet drew a nervous pattern on the checkered floor. God only knows how long she had been half-naked. By now, if the embarassment wasn't enough to make her uncomfortable the cold would take care of that soon enough. She was completely undone, noticed Mary getting a glimpse of the delicate spot below the hem of the skirt. Silver. It only made sense for the carpet to match the courtains. Mary felt heat rising to her face at the sight, and called herself the biggest of idiots. She fixated her eyes on the other's face. "I… I just can't! ", whined Ririka. "I'm sorry! " She was starting to tear up. Mary wasn't fully aware of it, but she softened her tone almost at once. "There, there. ", she said stepping closer. "What are you apologising for? " Ririka sniffled. She looked so sad! "What a dummy.…" Mary shook her head to herself before asking: "Do you know what's wrong? Why can't you go? " "I'm not used to… this…. " Ririka made a vague gesture. "To… oh. " Mary had been too distracted by 'various things' to realize what was actually going on. "You're trying to do it standing? ". She had to fight back a chuckle. "Why? " "Onee-chan… I mean, the President does it like that, sometimes… I wanted to try it… because… " Ririka's voice became once more inaudible, but Mary thought she heard something about 'being more dominant '. This time she couldn't help chuckling. "You? "; she asked with a smirk. She dropped the attitude at once: Ririka looked so hurt that the pangs of guilt became unbearable. "… Fine. "; she conceded throwing her hands up in defeat. "You sure about this? ", she asked with a sigh. Ririka nodded, her eyes meeting the other's for real this time. Mary lost herself into those marvelous pale blue pools for a moment. Then she sighed again. "This must be about her inferiority complex… knowing her, with all probabilities she also thought it would help with out 'partnership'… what a big dummy." "I'm not sure I can help you, but I'll try. ", she said. "I can't believe I'm doing this. " "So you can't start. You sure you need to go? " She might have as well avoided asking. Ririka nodded, but before that her body language spoke volumes: her legs were fidgetting more and more often and Mary could see that she was making an effort not to push one of her hands between her thighs. Her shoulders were so rigid that they looked to be about to squish hey wonderfully pink-hued ears. "Cute… just… too fucking cute! " "Alright. " Mary cleared her throat and tried to hide how much she was enjoing the free show. "You're too tense! Loosen up a bit! " "H-Huh?! ", replied Ririka startled. "Loosen up! Come on, you gotta relax! " Even if her intentions were earnest, it was obvious that Mary's tone wasn't going to do the trick. Ririka couldn't stand such an attitude when she was in her normal state, now that she was trying to do such a thing- "God only knows where she got this dumb idea. " - there was no way she could relax. She was too shy in general. And Mary knew no shy people willing to let others see them pee. Well, now. She knew no one who would let someone else watch them piss. Maybe the Beautification President? But she was getting off track. "Try thinking about something nice, something that you really like. " Ririka seemed to blush even harder, but after a moment she shook her head. It wasn't working. Mary fell quiet, deep in thought. Then she smiled. "Alright. ", she said. "Pardon the intrusion. " "Mary, wha-… ! Hey! " "Oh, shush. " Mary's arms had found their way around the Vice-President's waist. Now that she was so close, Mary could feel the other's back trembling against her chest. And thank goodness Ririka couldn't see her face, because by now it was impossible to hide the blush that started to creep on her cheeks. She frowned. "Dummy. "; she murmured. "Getting all worked up over something so silly… " "I'm sorry… ", said Ririka. Her throat had gotten tighter and her voice faltered a bit, but she was starting to relax. "Hush. Again, what are you apologising for? Just go for it. " Mary's lips got closer to the other's right ear. She whispered: "Stop thinking about the President. I'm the one who's in charge here. " Ririka spread her feet a little on the floor. Her face was so hot that Mary could feel its heat, or maybe it was her own. They were so close it was hard to tell. Too close, in fact. If she wasn't careful, soon Ririka was going to hear her breathing growing heavier. She didn't have to worry. Another, much noisier sound was heard. "Well then. "; she murmured starting to slip away. "I'll wait for you outside… " As the sound of water on water became stronger she felt Ririka's hand on her own. "Mh? " "Stay with me… please? " Ririka's voice was trembling. She was breathing hard for sure now. Mary was taken aback for a moment, but she covered it up as fast as she could. "You sure you don't want some privacy? " Ririka shook her head. If she moved sideways, Mary could see the tears of relief swelling in her eyes. "C-Cute! ", she thought for the up-tenth time. Then she fought back a smile. "Whatever. Dummy. ", she murmured. Ririka's ears became unbearable to watch. Before she could stop herself, she leant forward and gave her the softest of kisses. Ririka squealed a little, but Mary could see her smile. Even if it was super shy, that only made her super-cute. They stood like that, back-to-chest, untill Ririka shook her hips a little. "All done? ", asked her partner. "Yes, I'm all done. ", replied Ririka with a small sigh. "Feeling better? " The question was a little too much for Ririka, who pretended to be busy cleaning herself up instead of answering. Even without saying it though, she looked more at ease. "It wasn't so hard, eh? " "No, I did it! " Ririka blessed Mary with another of her shy smiles. She was delighted. Mary fought with herself, torn between frowning to hide her own happiness in front of the other's and smiling back. She settled with a head pat. "You did well. ", she said while Ririka looked at her with her mouth agap. "Just, no more dumb ideas for a while, all right? " Ririka smiled again. They were lost in the gesture for a moment. Then Mary recalled why had she been looking for Ririka in the first place. "Shoot! The gamble! Yumeko is gonna be pissed- what are you waiting for?! Hurry up, wash your hands dummy! If she ends up getting cranky it's all your fault! " II - Sayaka and Kirari Summary: Sayaka gets to witness the President being dominant (In Ririka's sense) "President? " Sayaka's call received no answer. A quick glance around the President's private apartment showed that there was no one else aside from her. The bathroom door was closed though. She looked at it, unsure whether or not she should have knocked. If the President was inside, she would have at least located her, since she was no-where to be found and she had been requested for a meeting with the rest of the Council members. But she didn't want to bother her. She felt a deep, disgusting feeling wrenching her insides everytime Kirari glared at her for being a nag. The last time had been when the President- or perhaps the Vice-President, she wasn't quite sure- had left with the private elicopter without telling her where she was going or for how long. Sayaka wasn't going to make the same mistake twice… and yet, she thought, she had no choice. The presence of the President was too important for the meeting. She couldn't run away from her duties as Secretary only because she couldn't handle a little scolding. She was no child! And if the President had kept her at her side even after her defeat against Jabami Yumeko, she wasn't going to discard her for something so whimsical… Right? "Enough whittering. I'll knock and if she gets angry I will apologise as much as I can. ", she decided. Sayaka took a deep breath. Then another. Her knuckles meet the wood, once, twice. "Come in. ", replied a voice inside. Sayaka held her breath. It was the President's. "President, there's no need, I don't-… " "It's fine. Come on in. " Sayaka tried to regain her usual composure. Walking in on the President like that was going to be… intimate. It was now or never. She slapped her face lightly and turned the brass door-knob. It wasn't the first time she was allowed to share such a moment with the President. But it always felt as if it was, just entering and being allowed to be with her as always, even in such a personal situation. She didn' t dislike it. Quite the contrary, in fact. But she couldn't help being a little flustered. Kirari was standing in front of the toilet. Her buttocks peeked from below the skirt of her uniform and Sayaka couldn't help thinking that not even the full moon in a clear summer night, nor the fine porcelain of an exquisite tea set could rival their magnificence. She had never thought her mind could birth something of the sort referring to a butt. But it was the President's butt after all. A piece of art in itself, she thought as her throat tightened. She could hear the quiet sound of her urinating. "Forgive my intrusion. ", she said, bowing her head. Kirari moved her own head to glance at her. She was smiling. "That's quite alright, my dear. " My dear. Sayaka had to do her best to keep herself from grinning from one ear to the other. Her dear. Oh, boy. Kirari let out a small sigh. She must have felt relieved. Sayaka was glad she did. At times the President tended to forget that her own personal needs were supposed to be more important than running the school with the usual rigor or carrying on any of her unscrutable schemes. She was still a human after all, even if Sayaka was the first to doubt it sometimes. Now that she thought about it, she considered holding back a smile, the President looked more like a child who, rather than stopping to eat or to go to the toilet, preferred to keep playing and just forgot about it all. "If she knew what I was thinking, how angry would she get from one to ten? " The President interrupted her amusing thoughts. "Were you looking for me for a particular reason? Or perhaps you just wanted to see me? " Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. There she went again, playing around with Sayaka's weak spot. But the latter was far too used to it by now to offer more than a flustered smile. She grew as sharp as usual. "The other members are requesting your presence. But there's no need to discuss it now. Please take your time. " Kirari didn't reply. "I… hope I didn't bother you. ", said Sayaka. Her eyes fell to the floor. She was starting to lose the little confidence she had gained at first. "I wouldn't have let you in if you were a bother, now, would I? " Sayaka's eyes shot back up. Kirari exchanged a glance with her, then waited for her bladder to empty. Once she was done and she had cleaned herself up, she turned in her direction. "You worry too much Sayaka. ", she said with a smile. Sayaka couldn't stop the blood from racing to her cheeks. She was able to look back at the President for half a second, then she had to lower her gaze. "… Allow me to help me dry your hands, at least. ", she said sheepeshly. Kirari let her. Once she had washed her hands, Sayaka was ready with the softest towel she could find. She stroked the President's fingers with the gentleness of a mother and the devotion of a believer handling some long-lost relics. Kirari chuckled in front of such care. Before her Secretary could react, she bent forward and kissed her forhead. She did it in such a delicate manner that her kiss left no traces of blue on the other's pale skin. Sayaka couldn't help being startled and blushed 'till the root of her hair. "Thank you, my dear Sayaka. " Kirari observed the reaction she had obtained and took the time to be pleased with herself before moving on, leaving her secretary a flustered mess. "Indeed, intimate. ",thought Sayaka following her outside. Note: I wrote this perched up in my chair like a goblin. Hope you enjoyed.
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