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Chapter 8: Um...

Alternate Title: This is the Fanservice Chapter


The room was bathed in warm candlelight, the curtains pulled and the lights off to make sure the candles were the only source of illumination in the room. The two occupants of the room were on one bed, one lying down on her stomach, the other straddling her back. Moans filled the room as the blonde moved his hands.

What were they doing? Um... well. It's kind of weird to describe. Okay, I'll try but please don't blame me if the awkwardness prevents my narrative appeal from shining at its brightest.

The raven-haired girl, Kanako and one of the owners of the room, was the one lying on her back, her hair, having grown longer during the year, now brushed the tips of her bare back. Yeah, she was shirtless. In fact, her panties and the towel that covered it were the only things the raven-haired girl was wearing. Moans kept escaping her mouth as her face grew more and more red, feeling even more pleasure by the second.

(Oh no I just made it even more awkward.)

The blonde, Mariya and the other owner of the room, was the one straddling her back. Unlike Kanako, he was fully-dressed, in a frilly black nightgown, though his face was just as red as hers as his fingers grazed the skin of Kanako's back.

Upon finding a spot where the muscles underneath the skin were tight and tense, Mariya began pressing his fingers into the skin near the spot, until Kanako let out another moan, which told him that he found the knot of muscles that needed massaging.

Yes, massaging. It's mostly innocent. Mostly is the key word.

No, Kanako was not turned on by this. She was feeling the amazing healing powers of your muscles relaxing.

Mariya? ...um. Well, it wasn't his fault that Kanako sounded so damn erotic as he massaged her back. Or that this was the first time the blonde was allowed to touch her for more than a few seconds, and without her screaming about the hives popping up across her back.

He was actually a bit relieved when he noticed the hives. Knowing that, even subconsciously, Kanako knew he was touching her, knew that a male was trailing his fingers over her skin, instead of replacing him with a beautiful girl in her mind, gave Mariya (an ego boost) a sense of satisfaction. Knowing that he was the only male who could touch the raven-haired girl and escape her screeching only strengthened that sense of satisfaction, of entitlement, of being special. Think of a kid being given the only copy of a video game that ever existed, and you might be pretty close.

But Kanako was much more special than a video game, because as much as you searched, there would never be anyone exactly like her. No one else would even come close to being as loud or annoying or fun to mess with as Kanako Miyamae. Hell, even if there was, Mariya would still miss the girl he had spent so many days with, who he had so many memories with.

And that's why, when Kanako moaned a soft, "Mariya..." , the blonde in question made sure to commit the sound, the feel of her body, the face she made to memory, since he was sure he wouldn't be able to experience anything exactly like it again.


No, I am not done my science project. Yes, I updated anyways.

I really should be working on science, but fanfiction is stress relief. I'm not sure when stress relief crossed the line into fanservice but I hope you like it.

Goodbye, and have a nice day/night/whatever, and see you next update! :D

Addition: 13/06/2015

Help. I downloaded a video editor for my science project and now there are pop-up ads everywhere and I think it deleted my footage and oh god I might fail. Also, I think it might have deleted my files. Please send help ;A;