So I'm sitting in my office, pushing pencils as usual, when I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in," I respond half-heartedly.
It's Haruna. She wears her normal cheery smile, but there is something off about her I can't put my finger on.
"So what can I do for you? Is there anything you need?"
The next thing I know a 10 inch kitchen knife materialised and pinned my left sleeve cuff to the table. I freeze.
"Darling, i...i...is there anything we need to t...t...talk about?"
her right hand grabs the knife while she pushes me against the wall, leaping over the table effortlessly
"Teitoku has been getting friendly with some of the new girls. Haruna is worried...he may not love her anymore."
Ah yes, that is my Haruna, a bit insecure, but always determined to defend what, or who, she holds dear.
I push Haruna onto the table, the sudden reversal of the Kabedon causes her grip on the knife to loosen slightly.
"Darling, you dont have to dispatch with the others, because they mean nothing to me."
"In my heart, there is only Haruna."
Just Haruna.
"And in Haruna there is only Teitoku" was the sultry response.
I move in to lock lips with Haruna, my tongue teasing hers as I feel her right hand reach behind me.
As we smootch I hear swift swipes that deftly cut my shirt off.
As the action intensifies I move my hands down to her skirt as I begin to work it off. At the same time the knife in her hand teases its way between my belt and my pants, and in one deft stroke it slices through my belt as my pants slide immediately to the ground.
Soon my hips begin to move on their own. Her hand once again moves back onto my back as I feel the tip of the blade prick me with every thrust. I do not stop, however, the pinpricks somehow mingle with the carnal pleasure to produce feeling of ecstasy, the likes of which I have never felt before in previous sessions.
When we are done she askes me for a camera. She points it at my bare back to take a picture of her masterpiece.
the kanji "Haruna's Prize" was most skilfully etched onto my back, blood oozing out of the cuts. If there were ink on the blade, no doubt it would have become a tattoo.
Haruna licks my blood off the blade, making sure nothing tarnishes the fine edge. I smile as I pull out a bottle of ink from my desk, as we begin with round 2.
I will gladly do anything for Haruna, as long as we can be happy together.
Only for Haruna.
Just for Haruna.
Just Haruna.