Chapter 9
It was a few days later that she arrived at the shop to see the two girls skulking about stealthily. When they saw her, the whispered, "The master has a special guest," "A special guest is visiting the master." She looked at them in bemusement, then headed back to her room to study. As she passed Watanuki's room, she saw a fuzzy snake circling anxiously in front of his room, making pitiful chirping noises.
She stopped and stared at the strange creature, baffled. "Mustn't disturb the master." "The master doesn't want to be disturbed." She looked at the two girls, more baffled than before. What has got them so creeped out?
She tapped lightly on the door, and the girls scrambled away. The door opened, and Miyuki was aghast to see that Watanuki's kimono was barely on him. She could see everything there was to see. Before she could properly react, he grabbed her wrist, yanked her in, and slammed the door shut. As she started to squeak out a protest, she saw his 'special guest': Jorougumo. She was completely naked as she covered Miyuki's mouth and shoved her against the wall.
"Stay put, little girl, and learn from your elders." When the woman leaned back, Miyuki found that her mouth wouldn't open and that she couldn't pull away from the wall. She pressed against the wall with her hands, and they stuck as well.
"Mmphh! Mmmph!" Let me go! Let me out of here! What the hell are you doing?
She watched, helpless, as the delinquent and the whore resumed the lovemaking she had obviously interrupted. They simply ignored her as they explored each others' bodies while whispering the strangest things to each other.
She closed her eyes to shut out the images, and between the moans heard things like, "Will you give me your eye this time, dear?" and "Care to host my next brood?"
The sounds caused her to imagine what they were doing, and she finally peeked, only to she Watanuki's face buried between the whore's thighs. She quickly slammed her eyes shut again, but she now knew exactly why the woman was moaning.
She was still wearing her school uniform. She was in a skirt and knee socks. She felt a trickle down her thigh, as she imagined Watanuki doing to her what was being done to the whore. There was a scream of pleasure, followed by silence, and she felt her knees go weak, ears straining.
When she heard Watanuki groan, she peeked again, only to see the woman on her knees in front of Watanuki. Miyuki slammed her eyes shut again, wishing she couldn't hear the noises they were making. When she heard him thrash, she could only think, Maybe it's finally over.
It wasn't. It kept going. And going. Miyuki felt a growing need for relief. When she heard another orgasmic cry from the woman, she lost the remaining strength in her knees. I want my turn! I want relief! I want that!
She felt something in her twisting against a barrier that wasn't normally there. I HAVE TO GET RELIEF! It twisted again, pounding against the barrier. Frustration and desperation and the desire to be touched all conspired together. Then she heard a whisper in her ear. "Do you feel it now, Miyuki-chan?"
It was Watanuki whispering in her ear, his breath tickling. She opened her eyes to gaze at him in desperation, mouth sealed, but he didn't touch her or release her. "Feel what you're doing. Understand it completely."
She could feel it, there was a piece of her that was desperately twisting to grasp something, anything, that would bring her what she so desperately craved. "Look at her," he commanded, and she saw the whore fingering herself in the opposite corner.
Miyuki groaned in frustration. "Direct that energy at your bond, girl." She would have glared at him for the demeaning term, if she wasn't so desperate. "Free yourself."
She tried focusing on her bonds, having nothing better to do. Suddenly she fell to the ground. Her desperation moved her hands under her skirt, and soon she was moaning her relief, not caring that there was a younger boy watching her, or that a whore was smirking at her. She collapsed to the floor, finally satisfied.
Watanuki shrugged into his kimono and closed it, while the woman leisurely dressed. "Thank you, Jorougumo. Didn't I tell you it would be interesting?"
"You did, Watanuki-san. Let me know when I can play with her properly, and I'll be back," she replied with a mischievous grin.
He eyed the woman speculatively. "We'll see what she says, when the time comes."
The woman stepped over Miyuki and out the door, hissing at the fuzzy snake as she left. The snake, for its part, quickly slithered up Watanuki and curled around his neck, giving the boy little pecks on the cheek and making happy chirping noises.
Miyuki slowly got to her knees. "Go get some rest, Miyuki-chan."
"Mmph. MMPH!" My mouth is still sealed!
She tugged at her mouth, but couldn't open it. She pleaded with him with her eyes.
"If you can't free yourself by the morning, I'll take care of it." With that, he scooped her up and deposited her in her own room, surprising her with his strength.
