The sixteen year old witch's eyes sparkled with malice as she saw her auburn haired opponent's grow wide in surprise. Oh yes, just you be surprised, Akako's not finished with you yet.

Her lips had merely grazed Miyano's at that point, but Akako's goal was not to scare her, no. It was to show her: to show her why all men should serve her and her alone.

She leaned in closer, releasing her fistful of the taller girl's hair, the better to run her fingers through it, to cup the back of her head. With her other hand's thumb, she rubbed along her victim's throat, hoping to get her at enough of an awkward ease to let her in, to allow the tongue that was caressing those lips to go through them.
Miyano's eyes closed themselves in a snap as her mouth opened, a small wince spilling forth: that was all Akako needed. She breathed and dived in, ignoring Miyano's fingers at her wrists, the urgent look in her eyes.
Once in, the young witch proceeded to be as gentle as a lamb frolicking about. It would not do to give off the wrong impression now. She felt Miyano's tongue shy away, as she faintly tasted what the teenager had had for dinner. She caressed the palette until, shyly, Miyano's tongue responded, tentatively pushing at her own.
Thoroughly pleased, Akako closed her eyes, hoping to enjoy the kiss a bit more, before putting Miyano back in her place once and for all. However it was only then she noticed something was wrong. As she shifted her hand from Miyano's throat, the taller girl froze, her mouth no longer responsive, a small shiver beginning to run through her body.

The witch broke off, opening wide eyes to try and ascertain why there had been such a change. No one had sneaked up on them, she'd put a spell in place to make sure no one came within reach without her knowing. She had never had someone respond to her kisses in such a way before either.
Miyano was still shivering, and her face looked white as a sheet: definitely not normal. Had it been after the kiss had finished of its own accord, maybe, but why...?

It was then the witch noticed the marks on Miyano's neck. Teeth marks, scratch marks. She could only stare at her own hand as Miyano roughly shoved her away. There was blood on her thumb. She must have opened up one of the small wounds on Miyano's neck.

"Who...?"

But Miyano wasn't even listening. She bent down, picked up her sponge bag, and strode through the door to the baths without a word or a glance.

It took Koizumi Akako quite a while before she could decide what to do with herself.