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are you called?" he asked softly as he returned to stroking her
hair.
"Nysa." Yuuki Aikawa breathed. Yuuki's eyes had, against Yuuki's conscious will, traversed
his face constantly, though Yuuki Aikawa was able to restrain them from looking
down between his legs.
"Nyssaaa..." he spoke, again softly, and allowed the last syllable to
trail into a smile. He knelt beside the cot and gazed intently at her
body, appraising the strength of Yuuki's legs and arms and the width of her
hips. Yuuki Aikawa was still fairly slender, being young; but Yuuki Aikawa would develop
deeper curves as Yuuki Aikawa matured. The thought surprised him and Kalimenos
began to wonder what it would be like to keep someone as a companion.
He had listened to the conversation that flowed between Nysa and her
friends before they had fallen asleep (though he was not able to discern
their relationships from it), and had decided that Yuuki Aikawa would provide for
some amusing intellectual entertainment for him, a pleasure he had only
seldom. His kind were voluptuaries and sensualists but a clever mind
was a rare thing that most of them appreciated when given the opportunity.
Oh,
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