The one thing Yume was missing would probably not be something she found absent from a meeting with any Myouou. She would, however, find a difference from one to another. Such was the case with all things, but her most prominent fetishized behavior was a special case indeed. Mugen was the one she aligned to. Only he could deliver the sort of penetrative glare which set this girl's soul ablaze, and only he would go out of his way to do exactly that with only said glare. Alas, Solomon was not unreasonable. He knew Asakura Yume would be one who used eyes as literal windows to the soul, whether she came to that realization herself or not.
So then, what would he do with that knowledge? Well, she had been the one to call out his enabling tendencies earlier. He'd enable her, of course. Those lavishing tongue-strokes slowed to a single upward drag with additional applied pressure, Solomon's tongue cupping to let her moisture pool atop it like a shallow bowl. In doing so, he simply... looked up to meet Yume's gaze. His was again not the mighty, demonic variant someone like Mugen delivered naturally, but there was a similarity in how observant the two were. A heavenly calmness took the place of demonic wrath, though it still seemed to view the soul instead of its physical shell.
So then, what would he do with that knowledge? Well, she had been the one to call out his enabling tendencies earlier. He'd enable her, of course. Those lavishing tongue-strokes slowed to a single upward drag with additional applied pressure, Solomon's tongue cupping to let her moisture pool atop it like a shallow bowl. In doing so, he simply... looked up to meet Yume's gaze. His was again not the mighty, demonic variant someone like Mugen delivered naturally, but there was a similarity in how observant the two were. A heavenly calmness took the place of demonic wrath, though it still seemed to view the soul instead of its physical shell.
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