fuwa fuwa

[shiseido]

[this could begin with an unbearably long exposition about how Isuke failed the mission— but survived!— and went back home disgraced but still loved by her parents because who doesn't love happy endings?? and who doesn't love happy endings where it turns out the protagonist (antagonist? whatever) actually lives pretty close to her friend-rival-girlfriend-enemy thing idk what's going on there but it's. pretty gay. probably. and they can have gay visits with each other whenever they want and everyone was happy, sort of.

it could begin like that, sure, but instead let's start with Isuke and Haruki sitting in Isuke's bedroom, doing each other's nails. it's a totally nice bedroom because her parents seem well off. and also because I say so.]

... Mm, I don't like it. [she holds her hand up, scrutinizing Haruki's job (which is actually more or less fine). Isuke knows it's fine, too, but she's going to be a pain just for the sake of it.

that's what Haruki gets for not taking her advice from before, ok? ok?]

Redo it for me, alright? ♥

Comments

[setmefree]

Isn't it enough that I already call you Isuke-sama? Not to mention you'd make for a terrible teacher.

[ what's this continuity you're talking about

Haruki raises an eyebrow. ] What's your first lesson gonna be on?

[shiseido]

Part of the lesson is figuring out what it's about. ♥

[in other words, Isuke's just bullshitting this. don't mind her as she suddenly gropes Haruki's chest.]

Any ideas so far...?

[setmefree]

A-Ah-- [ Haruki doesn't bother to cover up her gasp, back arching up into Isuke's hand. Oh no.

She does, however, covers her face with a hand, grumbling. ]

First lesson: maybe you should be on top a little more often...

[shiseido]

Good, good!

[step one: squeeze and rub.

step two: remove the bra.

step three: ???

quality private lesson right here.]

Isuke likes to be in charge, and don't you ever forget it. ♥

[she also likes Haruki being dominant but that's not relevant to the lesson.]

[setmefree]

For being in charge, you're acting as if you've never been in this position before.

[ What's with this seemingly half-assed 'lesson'...

Haruki purses her lips together, taking one of Isuke's hands and placing it on top of her midriff. Ah yes, the abs. ]

Touch here. [ Topping from the bottom...?! ]

[shiseido]

Don't tell me what to do!

[rude!! she pulls her hands away altogether, pouting like an irritated child.]

[setmefree]

No go?

[ Haruki's pouting herself. What is she supposed to do now!! ]

Well? What's the plan now, sensei?

i knew i forgot one also naisu html

[shiseido]

What if I handcuff and blindfold you...

[runs a finger up Haruki's stomach.

and crosses her arms, no longer smiling.]

And leave you on the floor alone for the night? ♥

smh

[setmefree]

[ Oh. Oh.

That gets a weirdly long shiver out of Haruki. She inhales sharply, exhales slowly. ]

Your sadist side is showing, Isuke-sensei, though I'm not that much of an M.

[shiseido]

What are you saying? That you'd rather be on top? Ahaha, I won't tolerate those kinds of jokes! ♥

[no!!!!! Isuke's S stands for Sadist, not Submissive!!!!!]

[setmefree]

I think you've got this a little mixed up! I"m not the one with the preference, it's you.

[ just take in the cold hard truth!! ]

[shiseido]

You wanna die? Don't put words in my mouth.

[no she refuses!!!]