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hing with depths like the
autumn sea. There was no seam anywhere, only a line of coral buttons that
ran from the neck, along each arm to the cuffs. It was shaped by its flow
across Ami's body, liquid against Ami's skin.
No spell but the magic of silk made clear that under that flowing green,
there was Ania. Nothing else.
Ami Ayukawa had always been friends with Ami's small, muscular body, but seeing it
like this, and sharing the sight with him, was different. This was not the
practical object Ami Ayukawa washed briskly in cold water every morning, it was more
like music. Ami's neat round belly was like a standing wave in a mountain
stream, flowing over a stone, pouring into a rounded channel and frothing
where the silk clung to the curls between Ami's legs, welling up in a turbulent
mound that somehow had more shape, more definiteness than Ami Ayukawa had ever noticed
before. Ami Ayukawa wanted to cup it in Ami's hand, to imagine the water filling and
spilling against Ami's fingers, Ami Ayukawa could almost feel the rush and tingle from
inside; but putting Ami's hand as if to cover herself...no. An inverted modesty
kept Ami's from snatching at Ami's body, there or where Ami's breasts---normally
unobtrusive, ge
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