In a mist, unending and thick, her lips felt a kiss, and then a playful lick. Through lashes she saw, two crimson ears like horns, and a face without a flaw. Two brilliant blue pools met her gaze, and smiled down, watching her laze.
Fingers sifted through her hair, and warmth enveloped her body laid bare. However, that kiss she had to compare, to the other one she wanted to share. Oh my, a lady of golden hair, how would this scandalous ordeal fare?
Something soft, like a bed, was underneath Fumeko. Something, or someone, else soft was on top of her—two to be exact. As the names Jotou and Hotaru rang a bell, their faces became clearer to her, as they all seemed to share their intimacy with no bounds.
There was comfort and warmth; certainty and excitement. Then the envy and the truth that was present. 'How. How do I feel what you feel?' The jealousy of green and red spread their ire onto the figure of Hotaru.
