Yugi figured a tirade would have happened at some point in Miko's past. One didn't go to a therapist without trying to change their mental processes, after all. It must have been a stroke of sheer dumb luck that the timing of their meeting would be now, when he could avoid listening to more talk of classical music than he ever wanted to hear again. What of Miko's reactions though? He was spot-on with his assertion, and asked by the girl if she was that easy to read. For the masked boy, that question was quite loaded. Perhaps she was easy to read, or perhaps she wasn't. To him, it made no difference. "Everybody's that easy to read," he replied simply. That was the honest answer, much like his honesty about what he'd do upon becoming Harem King... if such a world could exist.
It was such a shame that Miko ruined the greatest buildup he'd seen to date. Those early moments were so much like a new, exciting hentai, he was sure anyone conscious of the comparison wouldn't have thrown the chance away. Alas, the brunette's OCD was her only driving force in the moment. She seemed so genuine in not wanting to ruin anything, though ─ a sentiment which created quite the Catch 22 in reality. "That's convoluted. So earnestly against ruining something, but wouldn't that just open you up to the whole 'you need to take responsibility' schtick? Like, what's keeping me from making it a demand now? This hentai plot could turn around quick and be something really steamy... Like, paywall steamy!" he said, getting a bit ahead of himself in excitement ─ if only for a moment. Regardless, he was told to count to 20 by a girl already on the move. The count would begin after a sigh, though he didn't even bother closing his eyes or turning around. Twenty long counts later... "I already know where you are," he said. Were those words true? No... but yes. The masked boy exited that first room to casually walk through the building, finding it interesting that rushed steps hadn't even displaced a rug or anything. Still, he had a few general ideas where Miko would be. "I can see you, you know?" he said while still in the hallway. Whether he could truly see her at the time was neither here nor there, but he had developed certain expectations of the girl who freaked out about... virtually nothing.
Speaking of expectations, Jin expected Rita to be one who could go above and beyond. He also figured that if anyone took a push past their normal limits, she'd be the most easily accepting thus far. What was his reward for such thoughts? A Rita whose throat he'd already entered, looking up with an inviting wink. His hand only steadied her head against his movements, but given the way Rita was... Jin had a better idea. "Hands down," he said. With that, his hand would be pushing down on her head. He intended to have Rita on her hands and knees, while lowering himself onto one knee along with her. He wouldn't leave her mouth when making that shift, but the new angle would certainly grant him some easy access on two fronts. If Rita acquiesced easily enough, Jin would soon be bundling the hair atop her head, holding firm and pulling inward with every intention of having a straight lunge into her throat. At this point, he didn't care what sort of reflex she experienced as a result; he wouldn't stop until he could feel her top lip against his pelvis.
It was such a shame that Miko ruined the greatest buildup he'd seen to date. Those early moments were so much like a new, exciting hentai, he was sure anyone conscious of the comparison wouldn't have thrown the chance away. Alas, the brunette's OCD was her only driving force in the moment. She seemed so genuine in not wanting to ruin anything, though ─ a sentiment which created quite the Catch 22 in reality. "That's convoluted. So earnestly against ruining something, but wouldn't that just open you up to the whole 'you need to take responsibility' schtick? Like, what's keeping me from making it a demand now? This hentai plot could turn around quick and be something really steamy... Like, paywall steamy!" he said, getting a bit ahead of himself in excitement ─ if only for a moment. Regardless, he was told to count to 20 by a girl already on the move. The count would begin after a sigh, though he didn't even bother closing his eyes or turning around. Twenty long counts later... "I already know where you are," he said. Were those words true? No... but yes. The masked boy exited that first room to casually walk through the building, finding it interesting that rushed steps hadn't even displaced a rug or anything. Still, he had a few general ideas where Miko would be. "I can see you, you know?" he said while still in the hallway. Whether he could truly see her at the time was neither here nor there, but he had developed certain expectations of the girl who freaked out about... virtually nothing.
Speaking of expectations, Jin expected Rita to be one who could go above and beyond. He also figured that if anyone took a push past their normal limits, she'd be the most easily accepting thus far. What was his reward for such thoughts? A Rita whose throat he'd already entered, looking up with an inviting wink. His hand only steadied her head against his movements, but given the way Rita was... Jin had a better idea. "Hands down," he said. With that, his hand would be pushing down on her head. He intended to have Rita on her hands and knees, while lowering himself onto one knee along with her. He wouldn't leave her mouth when making that shift, but the new angle would certainly grant him some easy access on two fronts. If Rita acquiesced easily enough, Jin would soon be bundling the hair atop her head, holding firm and pulling inward with every intention of having a straight lunge into her throat. At this point, he didn't care what sort of reflex she experienced as a result; he wouldn't stop until he could feel her top lip against his pelvis.
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