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"Well, this is what you wanted, Mitsuki. So tell me, why is it you feel like
you've stabbed your best friend in the world in her back?"

Mitsuki Sanada's reflection didn't answer. All it did was stare at her in
accusation, just as it had for the last five minutes. The whole matter was
ridiculous, she knew. She should have been jumping up for joy in
celebration. Rara had finally been taken care of and path to Kazuki, while
perhaps not clear, was rid of a major roadblock. All she had to do was
inform Kazuki Rara had gone out with the school Casanova and was out of the
picture. Then she would comfort him by asking him out and helping him get
over it. It was a perfect resolution, and the only one that could truly come
about since she and Kazuki were best suited for one another.

She shook her head, "But I'm not interested in... Oh, what's the use? Fine.
I'll say it out loud. I like Kazuki and want him."

The open declaration, one that she had been unwilling to admit until this
moment, made her feel significantly better. All the false pretenses had lost
their strength and durability. They had been weakening for months, and after
the terrible acts she had perpetrated today, all for her own desires, it
would have been deluded to try and ignore her feelings. She had finally
reached the borders of self-denial, and the walls had come tumbling down
allowing her to step beyond them and into the truth. Now she had to face and
accept it, not matter how risky it was.

Looking back, she could see the attraction to Kazuki had started months ago.
Not when they had first met; only a coincidence and a desire to help her
father and had made her approach Kazuki at all. After that, she had gone
after him to that other world as a responsibility to clean up after her own
mistakes, not because she had thought he was anything other than just
another guy. But when they ended up trapped in that other world, when they
had lived under the same roof for over a month, she had come to understand
just how different he was from every other guy she had met. That was where
it all began. It was a subtle thing, like creeping vines that sprouted up
next to a house. The seeds of it had started out small and inconspicuous
next to her heart, beginning --or perhaps disguised-- as friendship. But
with each day, each time he did something to help her or the others around
him, the vines grew, climbing higher and rooting themselves deeper. They
were small growths, unnoticeable when one looked at them day to day, and
subtle, since even the vines didn't know what they were doing. They did what
came naturally, just like Kazuki. It all had happened naturally.

It was probably the first time she and Kazuki returned to their world that
the vines had her heart fully entrapped with their surprisingly deep
tendrils. She had been much more open with Kazuki then, even suggesting that
they not return to the other universe and be happy with what they had in the
'real' world they had originated in. But deep down inside she knew he
wouldn't abandon the others when they needed his help, and she had been
right. She resented him for not choosing her desires above others' needs,
and she loved him even more for being true to his own giving nature and
refusing to follow her selfish wishes. If he would never abandon his
friends, surely he would never abandon his lovers.

Conflicting thoughts and desires surrounded Kazuki. How could one man
produce such deep and opposing reactions within her without even trying? It
made no sense. No one had elicited such emotions, not from Mitsuki Sanada.
Most men hadn't been able to make her feel anything. She thought that was
for the best, and was content to leave matters like that. She was happy
without them, content to take care of her emotional wreck of a father and
know that he loved her, even if her mother... Ayuko, had not. It was safe.
It was secure. No one could get to her like her mother had. Everyone but her
father was on the outside. She had never been on a date. She had never given
anyone the chance. She didn't want them to.

But Kazuki, unassuming, gentle, safe Kazuki, had slipped in when she wasn't
looking. He had never tried to romance her, and by not trying she had not
perceived him as a threat to her insulated world. She allowed him to enter
when all others had been turned aside, and once inside, he was there to
stay. What she felt now was not anger or betrayal at the 'treachery' of
Kazuki and her heart. This unexpected feeling was wondrous, sharing what she
was with someone else. One she would have gone to any lengths to keep, as
she had proven with her plan for with Rara, even if she had never admitted
it before today.

It was true. The lies were falling like dominos. She knew she tended to act
shrewish, petty, and egocentric. But she wasn't really like that, or at
least not to the degree that she openly demonstrated. She had to act like
that, feigning indifference to herself, even if it was obvious to others
what she was really feeling inside. It was why she never really held a
grudge, despite the fact that she acted as if she should. But it had been
easier, safer, to deal with people at arm's length. Letting them close was
risky, because she was afraid she might fall in love. Love made her afraid
the way nothing else could, not even death. And she knew why she feared love
above everything else.

The answer was there in front of her. Tears filled Mitsuki's eyes as she
looked into the face of Ayuko Sanada: The Betrayer. She was always there,
staring back when Mitsuki looked at a mirror. She hated mirrors. She was
every inch her mother in appearance. Not an exact replica, she had some of
her father's features, but the resemblance was strong enough that if the
women stood side-by-side, no one would doubt they were mother and daughter.

It had been that way as far back as she could remember. When Mitsuki was a
child, the few times her mother would go somewhere and deign to take her
along --usually acting as though Mitsuki was a heavy weight chained to her
ankle-- everyone always gushed over the pair, saying they looked exactly
alike. It was because of that Mitsuki developed the odd hope that if they
looked alike, then they would be alike. To her child's mind, that meant once
Mitsuki grew up, her mother would like her more since they would have so
much in common and her mother wouldn't be so distant and uncaring, like she
always was.

It was the sort of pathetic joke children ignorant to the way the world
liked created. While Mitsuki did grow to look more like Ayuko, her mother
seemed to care less and less about her daughter, until there came a day when
she stopped caring altogether and left. It was then that Mitsuki understood
what a repulsive creature Ayuko Sanada was. The bitch hadn't even acted
heartbroken. It was over morning breakfast she had simply declared to her
husband and daughter, "I can't handle this anymore. I'm leaving." And did so
without a backward glance.

In that instant, unconditional love turned to absolute hatred. Mitsuki
wanted nothing to do with the vile person that had spawned her. She went so
far as to destroy the few photos of Ayuko that were around the house and
demanded to her father that he never mention the woman's name again. It
didn't work. During his more pensive moments he would frequently cry out,
wondering why she had left them, but no matter what Mitsuki did, she could
never shake from him the conviction that Ayuko had been a good woman and he
was that one that had done something wrong. The bitch deserved their scorn,
not their tears. And Ayuko didn't deserve a moment of their time. Not a
second thought could be spared for her anymore than she had spared a thought
for them when she left. All Mitsuki wanted to do was forget.

But the mirrors, those taunting reflections of reality, would never let
Mitsuki forget. Every year that passed she looked increasingly like her
mother. And if she looked like her, what if she began acting like her? What
if she became another Ayuko Sanada? No matter how hard Mitsuki tried to
distance herself from that hated creature, there was always that deep down
fear that she would grow to be exactly like her. They said resemblance was
only skin deep and that free will was everything, but what if it went deeper
than that? She knew all the figures on abused children becoming abusive
parents. Children that grew up in broken homes tended to repeat those
mistakes themselves, no matter how often they swore they would never do to
others what had been done to them. What made Mitsuki Sanada different from
the rest of humanity? How did she know she could beat the odds?

She didn't, and that made her afraid. More afraid than anything else in her
life. So she decided the one sure way to avoid becoming like her mother was
by not following in her footsteps. If Mitsuki Sanada never loved a man, then
she could never marry and have children. And if she never had a family, she
couldn't abandon it. Disgustingly simple in thought, incredibly difficult to
maintain in reality. Once adolescence hit, the desires and attractions to
the opposite sex, everything that teenagers suffered from, entered the
picture. Everyone around her began dating. It would have been easy to do it
herself; she had no shortage of admirers. It took everything she had to
resist the siren call her body held for the opposite sex, but she had done
so, and at no small cost to herself. But her success meant she had avoided
her mother's fate, and it was a consolation she went to bed with every
night.

Until now. With her declaration the resistance was over. She had
surrendered. Her love of Kazuki outweighed her fears of what the eventual
outcome of their love might entail. Love might not conquer all, but it had
conquered fear, at least today.

Oh, but at what cost. Now that Mitsuki had accepted the truth, she could see
more clearly what evils she had perpetrated. Ayuko Rara was much like Ayuko
Sanada, at least as Mitsuki remembered her: A ruthless, manipulative bitch
that always wanted her own way. The things that she had done to her
daughter, Mitsuki Rara, were despicable. It was one of the reasons that,
despite their rivalry over Kazuki, Mitsuki had always felt a sort of pity
for her counterpart. All Rara had ever been to her mother was a useful tool.
It had made Mitsuki roil with revulsion at another suffering under Ayuko's
thumb. And how had she returned this sympathy?

"What did I do to her?" Mitsuki moaned. Not be like her mother? This
manipulation was truly worthy of Ayuko. She had a feeling that if it wasn't
contrary to her wishes concerning Rara and Kazuki getting together, Ayuko
would have applauded her for a job well done.

For the first time, Mitsuki wondered if she was worthy of Kazuki's love.
Setting Rara up was a mistake, one Mitsuki would have done anything to take
back even if it meant something as drastic as taking her place on the date.
Anything to make amends.

The loud roar of a familiar car engine came from outside. Thank god! Rara
was back. At last, it was over. Mitsuki wiped away her tears; there was no
sense in letting Rara know she had been crying. As she headed for the door,
she vowed that the first thing she was going to do was come clean and
apologize, explaining what she had done and how sorry she was. More than
anything in the world, Mitsuki wanted to mend their relationship before it
was irrevocably shattered by this betrayal. After that was settled, they
could discuss the situation concerning Kazuki. Surprisingly, Mitsuki no
longer felt threatened by Rara. She just wanted to hold and comfort her
cousin, making absolutely certain she understood that as long as she drew
breath, Rara would never be anyone's tool ever again.

Mitsuki was almost to the door when the bell rang. She opened it and was
taken aback by what was waiting on the porch.

Mitsuki Rara stood there. Numerous small tears were in the front of her
dress and along the hem. The left side of her cheek was swollen slightly,
and her mascara had run from tears. Mitsuki noticed a small smattering of
blood staining the blue of the dress and on her hands.

The newcomer collapsed forward. Reflexively, Mitsuki opened her arms and
caught her. The way Rara was hunched over hid her face, but Mitsuki felt the
girl shudder in her grasp.

"What happened?" Mitsuki said, her voice unnaturally quiet from the shock of
what had just occurred.

Face still down, Rara gasped out, "Sano... Sanosuke tried to rape me."

Mitsuki's mouth dropped open. She drew Rara even more fiercely into her
grasp, trying in a futile effort to shield her from harm, though it was long
after the fact. And then there was rage. Rage at what that bastard, Sanosuke
had tried to do. Mitsuki would kill him, pure and simple. She would borrow a
bat from where the baseball team's equipment was stored, go by his class at
school tomorrow, and splatters his brains all over his desk. It wouldn't
take more than three of four blows. She knew how to swing a bat.

Within her grasp, Rara said softly out, "Is... Is anyone else here?"

"No, they're still gone. But I'm here for you. I'll take care of you, I
swear."

Rara moved back out of Mitsuki's grasp and looked her straight in the eye.
There was a wry little smile on her face as she said in clipped tones, she
said, "Actually, I was going to take care of you."

A fist slammed into Mitsuki's unsuspecting gut. Every breath she had ever
taken was knocked out of her body. Her stomach seized up, as though it was
going to spew the contents of every meal she had in the last week onto the
floor. She doubled over in pain, gasping from the fire in her lungs, trying
hard to get some air and wincing with every agonizing breath she took.

Rara had undergone a complete transformation. Whereas before she has
staggered into Mitsuki, every inch a beaten girl, she now stood with both
hands proudly on her hips, towering over the huddled Mitsuki and admiring
her handiwork. She sneered at the girl that lay on the floor, gasping for
breath.

"Now that's more like it." She kicked Mitsuki once in the side, aiming for
her stomach again but only striking one of the arms protectively covering
the area. Mitsuki hissed in pain from the strike.

Through gasping breaths Mitsuki recovered enough to look up. Rara had moved
to the door, closing and locking it behind her. She tried the handle once
before turning back to confront Mitsuki again.

The instant they made eye contact, Mitsuki understood what had happened. It
had been a while, but not so long that she could fail to recognize Miss Ra
standing before her.

"Not... " Mitsuki wheezed out. Never had it been so painful to speak.

 Miss Ra sneered again. She moved confidently, with a palpable swagger to
her gait. "Yes, it is me. It's not shy Mitsuki Rara you're facing now, you
contemptuous slug. Miss Ra is back, and you're going to pay for what you did
to us."

Through the haze of pain, Mitsuki picked the words out. Since when did Rara
refer to herself in the third person? Admittedly Rara acted totally
different in her Miss Ra getup, stating she had to put herself in a trance
to act so differently. It was to the point where Mitsuki did think of her
almost as two different people, but that was only when the outfit was on.
Now Rara was standing before her in normal clothing, but not sounding a
thing like the meek girl everyone knew.

"How... you," Mitsuki got out through her wheezes.

Miss Ra's voice dripped thick with an icy venom that made Mitsuki flinch.
"That bastard, Sanosuke, had us pinned down in his little car and was going
to rape us. Mitsuki couldn't deal with it, so she let me take over.
Ordinarily I only get to run free when she needs me to act as spokesperson
for the Rara Army or out in the field. But this was one time she needed me
outside of uniform."

Mitsuki started to regain her footing. In a heartbeat, Miss Ra was there,
knocking her feet out from under her. Mitsuki bounced off the wooden floor,
one of her wrists twisting under her and shooting more waves of pain through
her body.

Miss Ra began screaming. "You little bitch! She thought you were our friend!
I thought you were our friend! How dare you do this to us!"

Mitsuki tried to rise to her feet. Some measure of her breath returned, "I
didn't mean-"

A backhand sent hard across the mouth ended the sentence and sent Mitsuki
sprawling to the floor again.

"Don't play games with me!" Miss Ra shouted, spittle flying from her mouth.
"I'm not blind like Mitsuki is! I know you set us up! It was obvious from
the beginning, but I couldn't make her see it! What did you and Sanosuke
arrange, huh, Mitsuki? Did you tell him I was an easy fuck? That I always
spread my legs after dinner and a movie?"

Mitsuki tried crawling away, fleeing from the accusations as much as the
next blow. The cold floor seemed to dart out from under her hand as tried to
escape, even if there was nowhere far away enough to escape from herself.

Miss Ra followed, bending low so she could shout right at Mitsuki's ear.
"What were you going to do?! Tell Kazuki I was damaged goods so he wouldn't
want me and you could have him all to yourself?! Was that it? Or did you
think I'd enjoy being raped and I'd want more of it, or I'd just go out of
my mind? Well, Mitsuki? Tell me!"

Mitsuki stopped crawling. She couldn't find the strength to flee anymore.
Eyes turned down to the floor, all she could sob out was, "Sorry. I'm so
sorry."

 A short snort escaped from Miss Ra. Softly, with only the faintest hint of
emotion, she said, "Oh no. That's what's coming up next."

Mitsuki was aware of something hitting the back of her head, and then there
was nothing.

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The first sensation was that there was covering something in her mouth.
Something hard and keeping it pried open. She tried spitting it out, but it
was braced in some way that wouldn't allow it to move. It was strapped to
her head. She could feel something wrapped around her cheeks and head as she
tried to spit it out.

More senses returned. She was laying flat. She opened her eyes, looking up
at the familiar ceiling of her room. Underneath her was the soft mattress of
her bed. Her arms were above her head, stretched out and sore. She tried to
sit up, but discovered her hands were tied at the wrists with something soft
yet resilient, which was in turn tied to something secure. She could rotate
her wrists slightly back and forth, but there was no hope of escape from how
firmly they were bound. Her legs were spread-eagled as well. She tried
moving, but discovered they were just as tightly bound as her arms, here she
could see some sort of leather restraints, one around each ankle and tied to
a bed post.

Despite her predicament, Mitsuki didn't feel panic. Everything seemed hazy,
as though it was a dream and happening to someone else. It was almost
surreal, this feeling of helplessness. Her head was still sore from the
blow. She tried shaking it as best as she could. It hurt her neck, but some
of the fog over her senses was lifted. The memory of what had happened
before she woke up like this filled her, and she left out a soft moan.

"You're awake? Good."

Mitsuki turned in the direction of  the voice. Although it had sounded
jovial, there was an undercurrent of menace in it, like a cat informing a
mouse they were going to play around for a little while. There was a sound
of a chair scraping across the floor. Mitsuki was barely able to swivel her
head far enough to see the corner of the room where the noise was coming
from.

It was Rara... No, Miss Ra, Mitsuki remembered. But it wasn't Miss Ra as she
had ever seen her before. The standard black leather outfit of her role as
spokesperson for the Rara Army was absent. It had been replaced by something
that, unlike the previous costume's implied sex, left this one's blatant. It
was skimpier and tighter for one thing. Around the breasts, the leather
stopped slightly less than halfway up. Rather than covering the breasts, it
merely supported the underside of them. Pink nipples peeked right above the
leather, and as Miss Ra exhaled, it seemed to push them forward and making
the breasts seem larger than they were. Between the legs the crotch of the
outfit rode up narrow and tight, and there was a curious metal snap located
just halfway up the pelvis. Only the boots remained exactly the same, with
slender heels that increased Miss Ra's height several centimeters, adding to
her already domineering stance.

Miss Ra drew closer, each high-heeled step producing a hollow thud against
the floor. Now Mitsuki noticed that the more traditional red wig and makeup
were present as well, reminding Mitsuki of who she was dealing with, or more
appropriately, who was dealing with her.

Mitsuki knew she should have been afraid, but couldn't seem to summon any
fear. In its place there was a self-loathing she never experienced before.
It was as though every bad thing she had done struck her all at once, and
then multiplied itself a dozen times. She was in this situation solely
because of her meddling. Deep down inside she had known she setting up Rara
was wrong, but had done it anyway, regardless of the consequences. It was
Rara (and perhaps Miss Ra), who had really suffered. Mitsuki couldn't
imagine what it must have been like having that pig Sanosuke fondling her
with his hands, placing them where no man had ever been allowed to touch
before. It made her want to retch merely thinking about it, and Rara had
actually suffered that bastard's slimy grasp, and all because she had been
deceived by someone she trusted as a friend. Mitsuki deserved to share in
the suffering she had caused. It was like when she had accidentally sent
Kazuki to the other world. She was not Ayuko. She would not avoid her
responsibilities. She would pay for what she had done, no matter what nature
the currency Miss Ra wished to extract from her was.

Miss Ra stood over Mitsuki, smiling wickedly. From behind her back she
brought out a small black rubber item that looked similar to a rider's crop.
She brought it to her mouth and licked the shaft. Once finished, she lorded
over Mitsuki's tied up form. She grabbed the underside of her outfit's
breasts. The shiny leather made a sound as she squeezed the material. "Do
you like it? Mother gave it to me right before she and Father went looking
for an apartment. She figured since Kazuki wasn't going to take the first
step with me, no matter how much she encouraged him, that it was my
responsibility to seduce him. So she left this with the... encouragement
that I should put it to good use, as well as the other toys she gave me."
She pointed at the bonds and ball-gag that was in Mitsuki's mouth. "I don't
think this is quite what she had in mind, but she'll have to deal with it."

Involuntarily, Mitsuki's eyes followed the course of Miss Ra's breasts. Even
now, rendered helpless for all the evil she had done, she was still finding
herself turned on by her cousin's appearance. What a loathsome creature she
was to have such base thoughts in such a situation.

Miss Ra handled the crop, bringing it next to bound form. She touched its
tip to Mitsuki's pelvis, then dragged it upward, trailing the tip lightly
along her body. When she got to the bottom of the shirt, she snagged the hem
and pulled several inches upward before twisting it free. Her eyes lingered
on the handful of centimeters of flesh that had been bared by the move
before continuing upward. The tip lingered right in between the valley of
Mitsuki's breasts. Miss Ra's eyes seemed to glint before she continued
onward, eventually stopping at the chin. She placed it against the tip of
Mitsuki's jaw and pushed upward, forcing her to tilt her head backward as
far as it could go.

Miss Ra said, "Sanosuke's already paid for his role in this. He's not in,
shall we say 'working condition', anymore, and not likely to be for some
time. I'm satisfied that I've taken his pound of flesh from him. Now all
that's left is for you to answer for your crimes." She removed the crop from
Mitsuki's jaw.

As repelled as Mitsuki was at her impure thoughts, she still found the
resolve to accept what was to come. She nodded her head in acquiescence to
whatever it was Miss Ra had in mind, and gave out a muffled, "I understand.

Somehow able to understand the unintelligible words, Miss Ra's mood shifted
instantly. "Stop that! You should be begging for mercy, even if I won't give
you any."

Mitsuki could only stare at her helplessly. She couldn't' beg. Punishment
was the only way she could attain absolution.

Miss Ra became angrier. "I hate you and what you did. Beg. Tremble in fear.
Grovel like Sanosuke did!"

Mitsuki just gave a small shake of her head.

Miss Ra began trembling in anger. "Damn you! You're ruining this! You aren't
supposed to be accepting! You have to resist!"

Seeing Miss Ra so distressed, Mitsuki, felt the urge to hold and comfort
her. There wasn't an ounce of anger, or even jealousy she could muster. It
was all pity and caring. She swore she could feel Miss Ra's pain, and wanted
to heal it rather than take any joy in it. She found it impossible to
remember exactly why she had set Rara up in the first place. It would have
been as alien a concept as hurting herself.

Trembling in fury, Miss Ra raised the crop above her head, intent on bring
it down hard on Mitsuki's body. All the bound girl could do in response was
close her eyes. A peace settled over her as she prepared for the upcoming
pain.

But the blow never arrived. Instead Mitsuki felt a finger touch her cheek,
not a move of anger, but of gentle affection. Something wet struck her
cheek. She opened her eyes to see not a look of rage, but one of tenderness.
Mitsuki watched as a tear traveled down her captor's cheek, and realized
that was the moisture that she had felt, as incomprehensible as it seemed.

A soft sigh of resignation escaped from Miss Ra, though her hand never
ceased in its gentle strokes. "I can't hate you. I know I should. I hate
what you did, but I can't bring myself to hurt you, no matter what happened.
It's too much like hurting myself, though it's deeper than that. I don't
pretend to understand what's making me feel this way, but I do."

Mitsuki said something through her gag. Miss Ra removed it.

"I." Mitsuki stopped. That had come out scratchy and cracked. She tried
summoning some spit to moisten her mouth. "I'm sorry too. From the moment
you left with that bastard, I wished I had stopped you. I've never been more
sorry for anything I've ever done in my life. If there was anything I could
do to correct it, I would have."

Miss Ra seemed shocked by the admission. "You really mean that, don't you?
You're not just saying this to save yourself. You were sorry for what you
did before I came back."

"Of course. I don't expect you to forgive me-"

Miss Ra moved her hand from Mitsuki' cheek and placed a finger against lips,
silencing her. "I already did that when I didn't strike you. But if it
helps, I'll say it out loud. Yes, I forgive you."

"Thank you."

Miss Ra went back to caressing Mitsuki's face. "Curious. I feel better now
than I would have if I had taken my revenge. Although if you ever try
anything like that again." She moved her hand from the face down to a
breast. Through the material she felt around until her fingers found the
tips of an erect nipple through Mitsuki's bra. She handled it firmly,
pinching it as best she could with the clothing in the way.

Mitsuki was surprised both by the aroused state of her body, as well as the
unexpected admonishment. Miss Ra was handling it roughly, just on the edge
of discomfort. "I get it."

"Do you?"

Mitsuki felt uneasy with the playful look Miss Ra was giving her. "What are
you up to?"

"If you can't tell, I must not be doing it right." Miss Ra's hand began to
massage the area more vigorously, eliciting a gasp from Mitsuki.

"You were at my throat a minute ago." Mitsuki sighed.

"This is much more fun, wouldn't you agree?"

"Wellll..."

Mitsuki's hesitation was met with disapproval as the hold on her nipple
tightened.

"Yes! Yes it is! Only don't squeeze so hard."

The pinching lessened. "Now that I think about it, I never did pay you back
for that little 'cleaning' you gave us this morning."

"Us?"

"Mitsuki and I." She shook her head at Mitsuki's confusion. "Don't be
surprised. Surely you suspected from our behavior that we're not exactly a
whole person. I came about from all the training Mitsuki had to undergo to
perform as 'Miss Ra.' She wasn't really cut out for the rigorous
instruction, and some of the mental exercises were... difficult for her to
manage. So she created me as a form of dealing with it. I only come around
when she needs to be assertive. The usual trigger is the outfit." She stood
up, indicating the garment she wore. She looked down at it, as though
realizing just how risqu� it was for the first time. Again the playful look
returned. She bent low, cupping her revealed breasts for Mitsuki's benefit.
"Do you like?"

Mitsuki's mouth went dry again, and not because of a gag. "It's a lot
different from your other outfit."

Miss Ra's hand went to Mitsuki's nipple again. The other hand she cupped to
her ear and pointed it in the prone girl's direction. "What was that? It
sounded like you were dodging the question."

"I like it! It looks great!" Mitsuki blurted out.

Miss Ra laughed. Not with the venom of before, but a genuinely amused one.
Mitsuki felt a peaceful seeing her cousin enjoying herself for the first
time this evening.

Miss Ra removed her hand and placed it under her chin in a clear sign of
concentration. She looked down at Mitsuki, her eyes carefully pouring over
every centimeter of her body.

Once more Mitsuki felt like a mouse under a cat's careful scrutiny. Only
this time she was far more excited than the last.

After careful consideration, Miss Ra stood up. "Now that I think about it,
you do need to pay for this morning. Imagine, coming out of nowhere and
feeling up your cousin like that. Not only are you deviant, but incestuous
as well."

"Well, I didn't exactly plan on it. It just sort of... happened," she
offered weakly.

A cross look, the first in a while, crossed Miss Ra's features. "Don't you
dare apologize for that. It was very enjoyable."

"It was?"

Miss Ra gave a playful laugh. "Oh, Mitsuki, you are so painfully blind in
some ways. Of course we enjoyed it. Why do you think we didn't protest?
Mitsuki might be passive, but she's not that passive."

For perhaps the first time since the bathroom incident, Mitsuki thought
about how Rara had reacted. Miss Ra was right. Rara had complied with
anything, neither hand nor voice raised in disapproval. Guiltily, she said,
"So, you liked it too?"

"We could barely keep our minds off it until you came up with that whole
foolish dating scheme."

Mitsuki felt a familiar stab in her gut. "I'm sorry. It's just I saw you and
Kazuki laughing after his race and I thought I was losing him to you. I
panicked."

Miss Ra seemed to consider that. "I'd like to say you were being foolish and
stupid, but the truth is, we tend to get jealous when Kazuki shows you
affection as well."

"You do?"

"Yes, Mitsuki just hides it better. But let's not worry about motives or
Kazuki at the moment. I think we have more important issues to resolve."
Miss Ra went to the desk and retrieved a small object that fit in the palm
of her hand.

"We do?"

"Oh yes." Miss Ra held the object out, a small utility knife, and extended
the blade. "It's called payback."

Mitsuki would have jumped away, save for the fact she was completely bound
to the bed. She did manage to twist enough to make the legs of the bed make
a scuffling noise as they scraped the floor slightly from her reflexive
jerk. "I thought you said you forgave me!"

Slowly, Miss Ra continued to approach. "I did for tonight. But as I said,
you still have to pay for this morning." She stood above Mitsuki.
Playfulness disappeared for a moment as the leather clad woman warned, "Hold
still. I don't want to scratch you."

Feeling a wave of trust wash over her, Mitsuki went against her
self-preservation instincts and remained motionless.

Miss Ra grabbed the collar of Mitsuki shirt and began cutting through it
with the blade. The instrument was sharp, and after a tiny bit of sawing
through the collar, the knife slid easily through the rest of the fabric.
The blade went through the center of the bra next. Miss Ra pulled the sliced
garments aside, revealing Mitsuki's flesh to the air.

Mitsuki was too stunned to say anything as she felt the air upon her naked
flesh. Goosebumps sprang up along every inch of where her shirt had been
parted. Her silence only lasted until Miss Ra brought the knife up to the
skirt. "Don't cut that! It's one of my favorites."

An eyebrow rose upwards at that. Miss Ra did indeed pull the knife away from
the material, then placed her hand on top of Mitsuki's breast. This time
when she tweaked the nipple, it was painful and elicited a yelp from
Mitsuki.

"I'm in charge here, Mitsuki. You don't give orders. You're being punished.
Do you understand?" She moved her hand from the abused nipple to the other
one.

"Cut away," Mitsuki tried saying happily, wincing all the while on the
inside. She really liked that skirt.

Satisfied the reprimand had been accepted, Miss Ra held the knife up to the
skirt again. She paused in a moment or reflection. "This is a nice skirt.
And it zips up along the side." She unzipped it, removing it from Mitsuki's
body intact.

"Thanks," Mitsuki sighed with relief.

Miss Ra laughed and tossed it toward the door. "I'll be keeping it as a
spoil of war. If you ask nicely, I'll let you borrow it from time to time."

"You can't do that!"

Miss Ra gave a cross look. Rather than going for a nipple, she opted to
crawl on top of Mitsuki's hips, planting herself fully upon them. "I don't
think you have a good grasp of the situation." She leaned forward, bending
as low as she could so that her upper chest was pressed against Mitsuki's
mid-section. She then began sliding forward. Her leather clad body rubbed
against Mitsuki's bare one.

Rather than being chafed, Mitsuki instead felt her arousal double at the
closest contact the two had had since this morning. She wanted Rara, or
whoever was in the driver's seat, to keep doing that until her skin was
rubbed raw.

Instead, Miss Ra stopped once her face was stationed above Mitsuki's.
Looking deeply into her hazel eyes, Miss Ra said, "I can do whatever I want.
You're mine to do with as a I please, as long as you're tied to this bed."
She fingered one of the wrist bonds. "You're here for punishment. I'm here
for my pleasure. But the punishment is what's really important here. If
you're amicable, it'll be nice."

She leaned her face forward ran a tongue up under Mitsuki's jaw, trailed it
across her chin until stopping at her lips. Once there, she pulled her
tongue back in and kissed Mitsuki. It was tender, full of caring and love.
Within a heartbeat Mitsuki was kissing back just as tenderly. And then it
was over almost as soon as it was begun as Miss Ra pulled away, leaving the
lingering flavor of lipstick on Mitsuki's mouth.

"Or it can be vicious." This time Miss Ra grabbed Mitsuki roughly by the
back of her head and forced her head forward as far as it would go.

Mitsuki gave a brief "Ow," before the lips returned to hers. Only this time
there was no gentleness in the touch. It was an aggressive thing, taking
from Mitsuki instead of giving back. She had no chance to react as Miss Ra
forced Mitsuki's head away, leaving the bound girl was as breathless as she
was helpless.

"Or it can be nothing." And with that Miss Ra rose off Mitsuki's body and
stood up. She headed directly to the door without a backward glance, the
bright red of the wig flopping back and forth across her almost bare
backside. Her hand fell on the handle and the sound of the lock clicked out
of place.

"Don't go!" Mitsuki shouted as Miss Ra opened the door.

The protest made Miss Ra stop, but not move an inch away from the door. She
cast a disdainful look over her shoulder. "Are you sure you want me to stay?
I could just leave. I'll let you simmer in your own juices for the night and
release you in the morning. I won't touch you again. Really, it's no
problem."

"I want you to stay." And Mitsuki meant it. She would never have thought it
possible, but it was true.

Miss Ra turned fully around. "If I do decide to, you have to stop being
defiant. This time I'll be the one calling the shots the way you were this
morning. You have to submit to me as a show of faith. I'm not going to force
myself on you; that's Sanosuke's way. If you really want me to stay, agree
right now that you'll do what I say, and tell me that you want me."

Mitsuki was stunned to discover that the idea of Miss Ra abandoning her was
as horrifying as if it had been Kazuki instead. "I do want you. I'll agree
to what you say, but only for tonight. After that, we're on even footing
again."

A look of profound relief crossed Miss Ra's features. It was quickly
replaced with predatory gleam. She closed the door and locked it behind her.
She then went back to Mitsuki's and straddled her again. "Agreed. Now shut
that trap of yours and let me go to work."

This time Mitsuki did as she was asked, remaining silent as Miss Ra ran her
hands over Mitsuki's chest. The touch was neither light nor heavy. It was
something more along what Mitsuki had done to Rara in the bath, save without
any water or pretenses. There was no hesitation as Miss Ra became intimately
acquainted with every inch of Mitsuki's upper body.

After a thorough examination she went back to the area she had dwelt the
most time on: Mitsuki's breasts. She handled them as though they were her
own. "I'm so jealous. These are so much better than mine."

Mitsuki was shocked by the admission. "I thought your had a better chest
than me."

Miss Ra looked at her skeptically. "Stop trying to kiss up."

"I'm not. I do."

"Really?" Miss Ra looked down at Mitsuki's breasts again. "Why don't I make
a more intensive examination and judge for myself?" She leaned forward,
moved the long mane of her wig over her shoulder and out of the way, and
began sucking on Mitsuki's nipples.

Mitsuki's eyes widened at what was easily the most erotic physical contact
she had ever experienced. She had played with her breasts in the past,
becoming familiar with the changes and development her body had undergone,
and enjoying the sensations they produced --it was not as though she had any
other outlet-- but this was far beyond anything she had done to herself. She
couldn't shower the attention upon them that Miss Ra was skillfully doing,
nor the affection her playfulness and teasing entailed.

Back and forth the leather-clad woman went, lavishing attention
unapologetically upon the breasts. Mitsuki closed her eyes and enjoyed the
sensations it produced.

Miss Ra stopped abruptly. She kept her chin in contact with the breast she
had just suckled on, and looked up to Mitsuki. "I bet you're wishing it was
Kazuki doing this to you now."

Rather than blurting out a "Yes," Mitsuki considered the statement. Miss Ra
was correct but not entirely so. "I wish he was here also, not in place of
you, if that doesn't sound too perverted."

A smile split Miss Ra's features. "Not at all. I was thinking the same
thing. It's nice to hear you feel the same way. And as a reward for making
the right choice." She moved up Mitsuki's body, placing her bottom squarely
beneath Mitsuki's breasts, and leaned forward so that her own were next to
Mitsuki's mouth.

Despite never having a romantic encounter of any sort, much less one that
involved another woman, Mitsuki knew what Miss Ra wanted. She returned the
favor by leaning forward slightly and taking one of the offered nipples in
her mouth. Rather then going all out and all but attacking it as Miss Ra had
done, Mitsuki took things more slowly and simply kissed it, letting her lips
pull back on the tip until it left her mouth. Miss Ra made a disappointed
sound until she felt the mouth on her other breast. Again, the contact was
brief as Mitsuki stopped and went back to the first one.

She repeated the exact same pattern a half dozen times before upping the
ante by adding her tongue to the kisses. Rather than breaking off right
away, she left the nipple in her mouth, playing her tongue around the
projection and delighting in the feel of it. If she had ever had any
hesitation about having sex with a woman, they were forever gone with how
enjoyable the sensations were.

Licking became outright sucking, but again Mitsuki refused to linger too
long on either breast. The moans of disappointment when she moved away from
a breast amused her. She might have agreed to be a good little girl for Miss
Ra, but that didn't mean she couldn't vex her on some subtle level.

Eventually Miss Ra rose up and out of reach of Mitsuki's mouth. That suited
her fine; her neck was becoming tired and cramped. Miss Ra replaced her
breasts with her mouth, and kissed Mitsuki. It was identical to the first
one given at the start of their session, soft and gentle, full of affection
rather than dominating love play. This time Mitsuki was permitted to break
off the kiss.

Once their lips parted, Miss Ra moved down the bed, crawling backward across
Mitsuki's body, before stopping at the space between her legs. The
leather-clad girl made certain her head was raised up high enough for
Mitsuki to watch her facial expressions. She pouted a bit as she directed
her attention to Mitsuki's panty covered crotch. She fingered the underwear.
"These are damp."

Mitsuki said, "What did you expect? You've been doing everything you could
to excite me."

"I'm not wet yet," Miss Ra said casually. "But we'll get to that later.
Right now, these things have to go." Not bothering with a knife this time,
Miss Rah simply gripped the cotton panties firmly and ripped them off. She
tossed the tattered remains on the floor.

She made certain Mitsuki saw her mischievous glance as she said, "Now this
was what I was looking for." She ran her hand through Mitsuki's pubic hair.
"Hmm, you could use a bit of grooming. You're getting a bit of a tangle down
here."

"I was going to take care of that tomorrow."

Miss Ra directed a smile to Mitsuki's crotch. "Actually, I think I prefer it
a bit bushy. Don't trim too much." Without any further teasing, Miss Ra
leaned forward and applied her tongue into the soft folds of Mitsuki's
pussy.

At the moment of intimate contact into her nether regions, Mitsuki arched
her back, straining her bonds. She was more wired than at any other moment
in her life.

Miss Rah pulled her head back. "Would you relax? I just got started."

Gasping, Mitsuki said, "I can't help it. I've never been touched like that
before."

"And I've never touched a woman like this before, but you don't see me
bucking like a bronco. Now relax, or I'm going to be all over the place."

"Just hurry," Mitsuki ordered. Then she saw the warning glare Miss Ra gave
her. She quickly added, "Please, oh Mistress of Pleasure."

"Don't be sarcastic," Miss Ra warned. Seeing her reproach was silently
accepted, she returned to the pleasant task of having her way with Mitsuki.

The second time around, Mitsuki restrained her reactions, but Miss Ra could
tell she was hitting all the right spots, which seemed to be anywhere
between the bound girl's lower lips and possibly including an inch outside
of them as well. Curious, Miss Ra tested her theory as, with only the
lightest touch of her fingers, she played along the outer labia. Once again
she was rewarded with a series of moans from Mitsuki. She felt a prickle of
jealous envy. As much alike as they might have appeared, she was nowhere
near this sensitive. Still, it amused her that she could elicit so much
reaction with so little effort.

Once again she plunged her tongue in earnest, working it around Mitsuki's
pussy again. She thought she had gotten a good feel for the clitoris when
the most powerful jerk yet pulled Mitsuki out of reach of her tongue.

Miss Ra came up for a breath of air, and so she didn't get struck in the
head with a stray  thigh. "Would you..." she stopped as she saw a look of
ecstasy on Mitsuki's face. The bound girl let out a strangled wail, then
went limp. "You've got to be kidding me."

Miss Ra looked down at the area between Mitsuki's legs and saw a small trail
of vaginal fluid leaking out. She leveled in incredulous stare. "You came
after only that?"

Still gasping, Mitsuki said, "It felt good to me."

Miss Ra chuckled. "I can see you're easy to satisfy. Now it's time for you
to return the favor." She crawled of the bed and stood on the floor. She
unsnapped the piece of leather over the crotch of her outfit, first from the
front, and then removed a snap from the back. Released, she let the small
piece of leather fall to the floor.

Mitsuki watched Miss Ra approach, her attention riveted to the neatly
trimmed bush between her legs. Where Mitsuki was a bit wild, Miss Ra had
only a slender trail of light brown hair running up from her lips. She could
have worn the smallest of bikinis and not worried about anything poking out
the sides in the slightest.

This time when Miss Ra crawled on top of Mitsuki, she straddled her head.
Bringing her hand behind Mitsuki's head, she forced it up and into the space
between her thighs. "Now be a good girl and start putting that quick tongue
of yours to work. If you do a good job, I'll consider letting you go long
enough to stretch your legs a bit.

Mitsuki's need to reciprocate was so great she would have done it even if
Miss Ra had threatened to punish her for trying it. Unlike the breasts, this
time Mitsuki pressed her tongue up to Miss Ra's folds and thrust immediately
in. She worked back and forth, licking wildly all over the place.  She went
after the vagina before as though it was an ice cream cone left in the sun
and she was trying to prevent a dozen trails of melted liquid from rolling
off the scoop and hitting the ground.

Miss Ra eyes widened and moaned at the attention Mitsuki was lavishing upon
her. Her tongue seemed to be dancing everywhere all at once. High, low, left
and right. The only downside was that it wasn't' longer, then she could hit
those really hard to reach spots. It amazed Miss Ra that Mitsuki could be so
energetic, but then she remembered the temper the bound girl could display
and how quick she could be with her tongue in oral matters of a different
sort.

For Miss Ra, things seemed to be really getting good when the tongue lashing
slowed down. "Don't stop."

"My mongues mired," Mitsuki mumbled from below.

"Shit," Miss Ra cursed, accepting that there were limits to what her new
lover could do, though she kept Mitsuki's face buried in her crotch. She
remained silent as Mitsuki continued slowing down, and actually found her
arousal leveling off. Frustrated, she said, "More to the left."

Mitsuki did as she was asked.

"Now more to the right."

Again Mitsuki responded.

"Higher."

And again.

"No, no. That's too high. You need to go lower."

Again

"Lower than that. You're not very good at this, you know."

Mitsuki finally broke off, jerking her head out of Miss Ra's grasp. "It's
not like I've ever done this before."

"Attack it with your tongue the way you would handle yourself with your
fingers. You have played with yourself, haven't you"

"Played? Yes. Eaten myself out? No. I'm not that flexible. And it doesn't
take that long to get me off either."

Miss Ra looked back at Mitsuki's pussy. "I noticed. You're a lucky little
thing. Ah well. I guess it means you're going to have to practice a lot in
order to learn what it takes to satisfy me. But as long as you put your
heart in it, and move your tongue to the left, that's all that matters."

For the first time in a long while, Mitsuki felt a touch of irritation at
her cousin. The feeling didn't last long as Miss Ra grabbed the back of
Mitsuki's head again and force fed her crotch to her.

Fifteen long minutes passed, Mitsuki swearing that her tongue was going to
fall out of her head. It was getting so she couldn't even remember being
enthusiastic to do this. Miss Ra wasn't allowing her come up for air, let
alone have a break. The only consolation was that her 'victim' was building
up a crescendo in the last few minutes, and was hopefully ready to plunge
over the edge at any moment.

"More to the left," Miss Ra pleaded.

Tired of being told what to do, Mitsuki went to the right instead.
Surprisingly, she was rewarded with a, "That's it! Right there! Don't stop!"

It figured the whole problem was because of bad directions. Mitsuki used the
last of her ebbing energies to spear that area with her tongue. It felt like
she was going to dislocate her jaw with how far she had it worked in.
Mitsuki was about to go further to the left when she heard a cry from above
and felt something wet splatter in her mouth. It wasn't a huge amount of
come, but it had caught her off-guard. She forced her head out of Miss Ra's
hands and coughed once, preventing the small amount of fluid from going down
the wrong pipe.

Miss Ra remained where she was, a look of extreme relief on her face. She
gazed down with affection at Mitsuki. "That's more like it. I thought I was
never going to come. Thank you so much, Mitsuki. I'm sorry I made you work
so hard for it. You were close for a long while, but until that last bit,
you couldn't quite put me over the top. But I'm sure after a few more times
you'll get better. "

"A few more times?" Mitsuki moaned, then noted something odd about Miss Ra's
speech pattern as well as her tone of voice. "Mitsuki?"

"Yes."

"You're not Miss Ra anymore?"

"Of course I... am." Mitsuki Rara stared at her cousin perched beneath her
thighs. "How very odd. I am Mitsuki Sanada, but I feel like Miss Ra too."

"What do you mean?"

Rara considered that. "I'm not sure. I guess I feel like I usually do, but
more confident, and sure of myself. I don't feel as timid as I usually am. I
know everything Miss Ra thought and felt, but there's no separation anymore.
It's like it's always been me the entire time."

"Got any inclinations of walking up and down my back in those jackboots of
yours?"

Rara gave a radiant smile. "You could probably talk me into it. It does
sound like it might be fun to try out once or twice, but I really don't feel
like it at the moment. I don't know how to explain it, other than I feel
much more whole than before. It feels good. Very, very good."

Mitsuki felt the urge to tell Rara how she was feeling as well. It was
curious, since she had never been close enough to anyone to confide in, but
there was a level of trust between the two that had been absent before. "I'm
glad to hear it. I think I feel the same way too. I used to be angry with
you and how close you were to Kazuki, but after what we just shared, I don't
feel any anger towards you at all. I'm not sure how or why, but I feel
better. It's almost like you said with feeling whole now. Before I woke up
tied to the bed something was missing. But now that we're laying against one
another, all I feel is complete and at peace."

Finished with her speech, Mitsuki allowed her head to sag back on her bed.
Her neck and tongue were both killing her. The next time it was going to be
Rara tied down and Mitsuki riding her like a pony.

Rara seemed to pick up on her companion's discomfort. "Here. Let me untie
you. I'd say you've paid your debt and now we're more than even."

It took moments for Rara's skilled hands to undo the leg and arm restraints.
Mitsuki used the opportunity to rub the severely chafed parts of her body
and get the circulation going. She kept twisting her head back and forth, as
though she was afraid it was so loose it would fall off.

While Mitsuki continued rubbing her appendages, Rara slid into bed next to
her cousin and held her tight. It took Mitsuki a moment to adjust to the
aggression her companion was displaying. While it was unquestionably Rara in
charge, there did seem to be some of the confidence that Miss Ra displayed
in there. She thought she rather like the mix of the two. It seemed to be in
just the right amounts, at least in her opinion.

Mitsuki returned the favor by wrapping her arms around Rara. Each looked
deeply into the other's eyes as they lay there silently, enjoying their
mutual afterglow.  Eventually, both found the energy to begin talking again.
Their conversation was warm and full of affection Neither felt inclined to
hold back or be ashamed any details they wished to share.

Despite Rara's newfound confidence, it was Mitsuki who was the first to
speak. "I have to ask you something."

"I love you," Rara cuddled closer to her lover.

"Same here. But that wasn't what I was going to say."

"It should have been."

"Are you going to let me talk, or are you just going to steer the
conversation away every time I try to discuss something?"

"I'm sorry. That was rude of me. Go ahead."

Mitsuki tried getting her mind back on track. "When did you first become
attracted to me?"

Rara considered that. "I think you sparked my interest when you felt me up
in the bath."

"And that was the first time?"

"What are you getting at?"

Although it pained Mitsuki to say it out loud, to risk possibly angering
Rara, she had to say what was on her mind before she lost the her
conviction. "Don't get angry with me, because I do love you, but I have to
admit, I wasn't attracted to you before everything was merged into one world
by Kazuki. I'm sure of it, even if my feelings have changed now."

The initial protest died on Rara's lips. Reluctantly, she admitted, "I think
you're right. I never thought of you in those sorts of terms either. But
since Kazuki fixed everything, and we started living together, I guess maybe
there was something going on below the surface that I wasn't consciously
aware of."

"That's what I was afraid of." Mitsuki sighed. "Everything we've gone
through today, at least between the two of us that's ended up with us
sharing the same bed, wasn't fate. I mean, not real fate. I mean... oh I
don't know how to put this without it sounding bad!

"Then just say it. I'll listen to you." There was a touch of concern in
Rara's voice. Just a hint, but one that was edging close to fear.

Mitsuki finally forced herself to say the words. "I think our getting
together was Kazuki's doing."

Silence met that statement. Then Rara held a hand up to her mouth and began
laughing. "That's the silliest thing I've ever head. Kazuki's not that sort
of pervert. He would have tried something with us or Yayoi by now if he
was."

"I knew that was going to come out wrong!" Mitsuki growled. "I know that. I
agree, sort of. I don't believe for one second he would consciously tamper
with us like that; he's way too nice a guy. But I think maybe he might have
subconsciously did it when he remade the world."

"Maybe you were the one who did it. Kazuki said you had something to do with
it since you pushed Zinj's self-destruct button," Rara protested.

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. You know me. If there was any chance
I had to influence things, I would have made you and Yayoi Kazuki's sisters
so I could have had a clear shot at him. Besides, how the hell could I have
made things change just by pushing the button? Kazuki was the one that was
the center of the shift. He was the one merged the two worlds together. This
is how he wanted things, not me." Mitsuki's voice dropped some. "Although I
am grateful for all the things he's done to make my life better, even if it
is more complicated." She cast a meaningful glance at Rara.

Rara sat up, anger blazing in her eyes. "So you're telling me Kazuki doesn't
really love me and I don't love him? You think I'm just some lesbian toy for
him to play with? Well I've got news for you, I do love him. I've loved him
ever since I got to know him in my old world. He didn't do anything to
change my feelings about him!"

Mitsuki held her hands up defensively. "I don't doubt you do love him. I
loved him too way before that last battle. That's remained constant and it
didn't change. I can remember things clearly, same as you. But I think the
feelings we have for each other were created by him. Think about it. Would
you ever have seen the two of us all over each other before the worlds
merged?"

She tried saying no, but couldn't force the words out. With a resolve that
was more reminiscent of Miss Ra than Mitsuki Rara, she softly said, "Do you
think he's placed us in each other's arms because he wants Yayoi and doesn't
want to us to be hurt and alone?"

Mitsuki laughed long and hard, her laughter easily penetrating the bedroom
door and filling the house. Rara became so annoyed with it she was
considering berating Mitsuki when the girl stopped laughing and said, "Don't
be silly. He wants both of us. I bet you that indecisive weenie couldn't
decide which one he wanted, so on some level of his mind he came to the
conclusion that if we liked each other, we'd get along really well and then
he could have both of us without one getting angry or resentful at the
other."

Rara looked at Mitsuki aghast. After the statement set in, she found she
couldn't help smiling in return. "That would be just like Kazuki to try and
spare our feeling while wanting both of us without having to admit it. Oh,
Mitsuki, you must be right."

Both of the girls began giggling like crazy. Once the snickering died down,
Rara said with unexpected weight in her voice, "Do you hate him for it?"

Mitsuki became contemplative. "I really ought to, I guess. I mean basically
he's played with my feelings by making me love someone I wasn't interested
in before. But I can't, and I don't think it's his doing. I try to think of
what things were like before the change, and how I might have reacted to
something like this compared to what I'm feeling now, and I'm not sure I'd
feel any different. I might have been more angry than I am now, but you want
to know something? I don't want to be angry. I want to enjoy these emotions.
At this moment, with you at my side instead of against me, it's more
wonderful than anything I ever imagined. I like feeling happy and complete
instead of sad and missing something, like before I met Kazuki and you. Now
that I have someone, two someones, I can look back and see how alone I used
to be, even if I didn't realize it at the time. It hurts now just thinking
about how empty my life was without someone to share it. I didn't know what
I was missing, and it would have been so much if I kept everyone at a
distance. Maybe I'd have overcome it, but maybe not. I'm afraid I wouldn't
have. I do know, beyond any doubt, that I'm happier now than I've ever been
before, and I'd do anything to keep a hold of this feeling. Maybe my
happiness is just because of Kazuki's wishes, but it's as real as any
emotion I've ever had.

"How can I be angry with someone who had the opportunity to do anything in
the world, and one of the few things he wished for was for me to be happy?
Hate him? I love him more than ever for that alone."

Rara breathed a sigh of relief. "That was more eloquent that I could have
managed, but I feel the same way. I'm so relieved. If you resented me or
Kazuki, it would have eaten me alive from the inside. Your happiness is
important to me, and I want you to be as happy as I am." She held Mitsuki
even closer to her.

They enjoyed the warmth of their bodies after sharing their feelings, closer
now than even right after the copulation. They felt joined together
emotionally, greater together than what they were before, while still
maintaining their individuality. It was a perfect balance between the two,
and the bathed in their mutual contentment.

Happy beyond belief, Rara said, "So now that we've settled things between us
and how we feel about Kazuki, all we have left to do is inform him that
we've come to this mutual agreement for a three-way relationship."

"Actually he hasn't agreed to it yet," Mitsuki pointed out, but then added
with a smile, "That is just a minor detail, isn't it? This is what he wants,
even if he doesn't consciously realize it, so this is what he's going to
get. If he's got his hands full, he should have wished for a twin instead.
Now how do you think we should go about informing him?"

Rara playfully tossed one of the wrist bonds to Mitsuki. "I think this was a
pretty persuasive method of delivering information. Don't you? He'll have to
sit still while we lay down the ground rules. And then afterwards we can
show him examples of what our expectations of him are going to be."

"I have the number of the house he's staying at. We'll call and tell him
it's an emergency."

"That's sort of lie."

"Not really. We do need him urgently to take care of our needs. And he need
us just as badly. We just have to help him open his eyes and realize it."

"We can snag him right when he gets to the door. He's too passive to resist
us. We'll have him tied up in no time," Rara was fully into it now. "Do you
think Kazuki will be mad at us for deceiving him?"

"Not for long. How can he when he has the two of us to cheer him up for the
rest of his life?" Both girls laughed at that.

As Mitsuki toyed with the restraint in her hand, she reflected on the events
of the day. She was forced to admit that when she woke up this morning, she
had been completely wrong.

It did feel like a brave new world after all.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Got a bit heavier than I originally envisioned, especially with Mitsuki's
reflections on her behavior, but I prefer it to the lighter version I had in
mind. it was rather fun taking a look inside her head to get a better grasp
for her motivations. It meant cutting back on the lemon bits more, but it
was always going to be more of a story with lemon in it than a lemon with a
little story in it. Hope you enjoyed.

D.B. Sommer







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