[ Pride was not without worth, pride had it's place... But both Yamato and Masaomi did like Junko being the bitch that she was born to be. She could have pride and fulfill that role, or else their mother couldn't exist. But to be that philosophical in this moment...
Yamato couldn't do it. It was his turn to be blinded, his vision distorted by the power and the quantity of her scent. He rakes his hands down her hips, and he doesn't even notice the fact that many people seem to be gathering closer to them, invited in by both of their scents. They might be hidden by the clothing for now, but...
Should he try to silence her, silence himself? ] Y-you would?! [ Wait, this is just fantasy He wouldn't do that. -- .. keep up the act ] Fuck! I'll have-- have to buy you the best gift?
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Yamato couldn't do it. It was his turn to be blinded, his vision distorted by the power and the quantity of her scent. He rakes his hands down her hips, and he doesn't even notice the fact that many people seem to be gathering closer to them, invited in by both of their scents. They might be hidden by the clothing for now, but...
Should he try to silence her, silence himself? ] Y-you would?! [ Wait, this is just fantasy He wouldn't do that. -- .. keep up the act ] Fuck! I'll have-- have to buy you the best gift?