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Ayame holds me hostage and increases the force she exerts. I, instead of admitting defeat, begin massaging her juicy butt with my left hand while never having stopped my stroking of her thighs with my right one. If it is the end, then I will just have to enjoy it for as long as possible.

The pressure builds so much so that a tear forms in my eye… then it stops as suddenly as it began.

"You are unbelievable. Absolute scum. Lecherous bastard." She then begins berating me for a good minute before finally quieting down. Though, admittedly, I don\'t pay much attention to her words, my brain is way too absorbed in feeling all the stimulus Ayame provides me with.

I\'m about to overload and shut down.

"So you won\'t let go?"

"No, I don\'t think I will."

"Sigh…I give you an inch and you take a thousand miles… I simply can\'t deal with you. I feel like a mother with an unruly teenager son in the middle of his rebellious phase, but if that wasn\'t enough, you are heavily lusting after me and have power over me, not the other way around…"

"Sounds though."

"You are not paying attention to me, huh? Is my body really this alluring to you?" She asks with a serious tone, which forces me to slightly wake from my daze.

"I don\'t think there\'s a need for me to state the obvious, but here you go; I love you, body and soul. I not only want to spend the rest of my time with you, but also ravage you senseless.

I want to grope you, to eat you out, to kiss you, to taste your breasts, to lick every single crevice of your body and skin all over, to have you kneel in front of me and worship my cock with complete dedication and devotion-"

Ayame interrupts me. "Thanks, I got it already." Then she begins playfully drawing on my chest with her index finger, especially around the nipple she almost tore off. After a few peaceful minutes of our groping and drawing session where neither of us utter a single word, she speaks up again. "Lift your left hand."

"Hmm? I don\'t think I want to."

"You won\'t regret it."

Hearing the strange sincerity in her tone forces me to oblige. As soon as I do, she begins shifting her body around ever so slightly and I hear the soft rustle of fabric.

"You can put your hand back now." Ayame states with great uncertainty evident in her tone, as if questioning why she is doing what she is doing in the first place. I feel her small heart begin pounding rapidly against my chest.

I do as told, and I\'m immediately struck by how different her butt feels to the touch. So smooth, so perky, so delicious… so… bare. I have to squeeze it multiple times just to make sure I\'m not dreaming.

Yep. She pulled her nightgown up to her waist\'s level, letting me have direct access to the luxurious bakery. Now this is something I didn\'t expect from my timid samurai at all. In fact, I thought that my pushiness was about to have severe effects on our relationship. I just couldn\'t stop myself, and it seems I was rewarded for my hedonistic indulgence?

"I feel generous today, but don\'t let it get to your head…" Ayame murmurs while resuming her drawing session on my chest. "Also, if you try to insert your finger I will never forgive you." She states with absolute certainty.

"Understood, m\'lady. This gentleman will do as told." I oblige easily. I\'ve already obtained much more than what I bargained for. I knew doing it on this day would provide a bountiful harvest, but to think it was going to be this good…!

"Don\'t you dare play call yourself a gentleman in front of me ever again."

Ouch. Seems like I\'ve lost my innocent image in her eyes for good.

"There was one last topic I wanted to ask."

"Go ahead…" Ayame agrees in a low, comfortable tone, seemingly more and more absorbed into the relaxing situation we\'ve found ourselves in. I think she is trying to draw a katana collection on my chest.

She also snuggles closer and closer to me with every passing minute, and even lifts her butt slightly to give me greater access, though I\'m pretty sure that that one is purely instinctual and not at all intended.

"Girl bloodletting. Back on Earth, women were so evil they needed to be drained of their sinister blood once a month lest they transform into banshees terrorizing the unfortunate males in their vicinity. Do you also bleed down there?"

"Please let me be wrong, but are you talking about menstruation?" She asks incredulously.

"Oh, so you do know it."

"Yes…" She sighs. "I can\'t believe that this is how you describe it… girls\' evil blood… hehehe. That\'s a Quinlan interpretation if I\'ve heard one." Seems like by the end she found my analogy comical, evidenced by her cute giggles.

"To answer your question, yes, we also bleed, but once a female goes through her first Rank Up Mission, meaning she reaches level 10, it tends to stop occurring. It is theorized that as we go through a qualitative change, our bodies become superior.

Bleeding during battle is obviously a big drawback, as it also affects our mental state and the quality of our decision making, so we naturally suppress it somehow, but are still perfectly capable of birthing children. But, strangely, high-level women that decide to retire from combat and lead peaceful lives tend to resume their cycles after a few months of tranquility."

"So your body adapts to your situation."

"Yes, I suppose so, but I\'m no scholar. There might be some misinformation in what I tell you, as I mostly speak from personal experience and that of the few women\'s experiences I was close enough to discuss such personal topics with. The subjects you are interested in were obviously not covered by my formal education."

"I see. Thank you for answering all my questions. They\'ve been gnawing away at the back of my mind for a while now."

"Don\'t mention it. With that out of the way… Why do I feel a giant bulge right under my thigh?" She inquires mischievously.