Outside of the courtroom, Touma consorted with Shuuichi and Kiyoni regarding further plans. The open hallway was rather spacious given the few trials that were going including the building's biggest. Kiyoni stood by as she observed the two men in front of her. One seemed calm while the other was a little perturbed.

Near a window overlooking one of the area's busiest streets, Touma admitted, "Well, I didn't see that coming. Why did neither of you inform me about Bakken?"

Kiyoni stated, "I didn't know what happened to the guy. I had the night off that night and was told about it the following morning."

"Kurama?"

"He was of no importance," Kurama nonchalantly confessed with his hands in his pockets.

"No importance? No import-? Kurama, do you realize what's at stake here? Bakken's testimony combined with your attitude at the moment just may swing the decision in Shinobu's favor. I don't know about you but a couple of the judges did look your way during Bakken's testimony. Don't think they didn't take notes on your behavior."

Kurama raised an eyebrow and calmly argued, "I haven't forgotten about anything but it seems you have. Bakken's testimony was quite weak compared to the others before him. Shinobu doesn't have many witnesses left to testify on his behalf. You–we, still have my word, Kiyoni's, and Lady Mukuro. Emphasis on the former two. Perhaps it would be in your best interest for you to fall back on that."

Touma displayed his inner feline with a slight growl as he backed down, "I'd watch my tone if I were you. I could easily walk away from all of this, leaving you and the association to scramble on your own. Keep that in mind."

As Touma walked away, Kiyoni yanked on Kurama's arm and away from any prying eyes. That did it. Kurama's attitude was enough for her. She was feening for him...badly.

"Whoa, Kiyoni," he wondered, "Where are we going?"

Kiyoni kept quiet while looking for a spot. Any opened, empty spot.

"Hello? Earth to Kiyoni?"

Bingo. An empty bathroom. It was Morningstar all over again by the time Kiyoni threw Kurama into the handicap stall and locked its door.

"Oh, I get it," Kurama realized, welcoming Kiyoni upon her sitting on his lap, "Someone's excited."

"Shut up," Kiyoni pulled Kurama for some heavy petting, groping, and lip locking, removing her suit jacket to reveal a sleeveless, black turtleneck top.

Kurama removed his jacket as well, showing off a light blue dress shirt with a yellow tie and suspenders. Kiyoni reached for and unbuckled Kurama's belt and unzipped his fly while he lifted her skirt discovering that Kiyoni wasn't wearing any underwear. She was good and wet by the time he found her promised land. Even the small whiff that grazed his nose was strong.

"How long...have you been...like this," he whispered whenever he got a chance to.

"Since you...all morning."

"Kiyoni...we shouldn't...we shouldn't be doing this. Mm… Not...not here. We may...get caught–ooh…for real...this time."

By now, Kiyoni was giving Kurama a lunchtime handy, "But I've already started…and I'm not stopping."

"Ah...you...you temptress."

Things got heavy and heated as the two went on. As much as they enjoyed the simultaneous digital foreplay, they both knew and wanted more. Kurama wanted to be inside Kiyoni as much as she wanted him to be inside her. Especially now, since Kiyoni is out of the hospital.

"Kiyoni, we can't…"

"Suu'chi, please...please don't stop."

Kiyoni kissed and nibbled on Shuuichi's neck by the time he raised his head back. He knew he needed something to release some of the pent up stress he was developing and he silently thanked Kiyoni for helping him do it. Unfortunately, things had to be put on hold when two women entered the bathroom to touch up their makeup and engage in small talk.

"We can never win, can we," Kiyoni defeatedly whispered in Shuuichi's ear.

"We will...eventually."

When the coast was clear, the couple emerged from the bathroom composed as if nothing happened. Allowing Kiyoni to walk in front of Shuuichi gave him time to periodically sniff the scent of her inner self left behind on his fingers. It had the combination of her libido with hints of the white strawberry body wash she used for her morning shower, was intoxicating as hell, and her flavor was just as appetizing. Just before they entered the main hallway that would lead them back to the courtroom, Shuuichi pulled Kiyoni in and stationed her against a wall.

"What is it," she gestured.

"You."

"What about me?"

"You're not worried, are you? About the case?"

"I'd be lying if I said no. However, if Shinobu doesn't have any more tricks to pull, then we should be fine."

"Yeah. Either him or his lawyer. He's good."

"But we're better. Right?"

Shuuichi smiled from that, "Yes, we are."

Inside the courtroom, Shuuichi rejoined his team and leaned on the right arm of his chair. Kiyoni still lingered on his hand which made the fox stiff as a stone the more he inhaled and the more he thought about her. In his head, all he could imagine was Kiyoni crying out for him just before she climaxed. Her bedroom voice did sound pleasing the few times Kurama could recall. Kiyoni watched as well, feeling proud about the impression she left on Shuuichi. She actually had thoughts about her first encounter with an animal yokai that border lined furry fetishism, one of them involved a leash. Foxes are distantly related to canines, right?

"Mr. Daigo," Enki suggested, "I believe you have one more witness to call forward?"

"I do, your honor," Daigo gestured for the bailiff.

Gliding her way into the courtroom like it was a runway show was someone Kiyoni definitely did not see coming. Hand met face as Kiyoni's biggest rival stepped up to the podium. Her form-fitting, charcoal gray dress suit by Chanel was accessorized by a belt and embellished bracelets by Gucci and earrings by Chanel along with a wide-brimmed hat and stiletto boots that made the clacking on the floor as she walked sound perfect like the bad bitch she thought she was.

Removing her hat and the Gucci shades, she bowed towards the panel and introduced herself, "Yamashita Aiko. Soon-to-be Butajiri Aiko."

Juri, Shishi, Kiyoni, and even Shuuichi wanted to cry "bruh" as evident by the collective eye rolling and head dropping. Shinobu couldn't possibly be this serious in obtaining Aiko as a witness. Speaking of, Shinobu sat and emotionlessly watched as Aiko sat down. The mere thought of a sex demon speaking on a church father's behalf was somewhat laughable. However, if Aiko can make Shinobu look good in the judges' eyes, that's good for him.

"Miss Yamashita, welcome," Enki greeted, "Mister Daigo, if you would…?

"Thank you, your honor," Daigo addressed, "Miss Yamashita, could you please inform the court of your association with my client?"

"Honestly…" Aiko stated, "I can't really say, for sure, what we are other than that we have a common…enemy between us?"

"Who would that enemy be and why?"

Aiko directed, "That man right over there. Kurama…Shuuichi…oh, whatever the hell his name is. Reason being is that he's a stuck-up, playboy virgin with nothing better to do than to screw around with people's heads."

"Could you provide some examples?"

"I can give you plenty but let's start with the first. Here he is as a red-head, coming into my place of employment to watch my coworker dance on stage, acting like it's the first time he's seen a woman in his life. Then about two months later, here he comes as a hot, silver-haired fox looking for the same woman, breaking my foot in the process.

He didn't break your foot, you whiny drama queen, Shishi said in his head.

"Now why would you say you have a grudge against him," Daigo wondered.

"Because he…he was like my standard client. His fox side was, anyway. Hot, reputable, only around for…adult relations. Not the client of some uptight, wannabe bimbo who doesn't know how to be a succubus. Not only that but he was the one responsible for injuring our boss, Mister Kisanabe Risho," Aiko cried crocodile tears, "I've seen the harm he caused. He's a madman, I tell you."

"What about the time Kurama raided Kabukicho?"

"That was the same night he broke my foot. He showed up looking for my coworker then took off. When he came back and did what he did, I thought it was because he couldn't get what he wanted. Another reason why my coworker is a horrible succubus. How dare you turn down sex when one is sex, personified?"

Kiyoni crossed both her legs and arms, and bunched her lips to one side. She was heated, furiously tapping the index finger of her right hand on the crook of her left elbow. Sitting behind her, Juri and Shishi tried their best to calm her down. Kiyoni relented, realizing that her anger wasn't worth it. The hands she gave Aiko did half the job. Karma will handle the rest.

"Let's talk about the night Aphrodisia was burned down," Daigo hinted, "What was going on then?"

"It was like any other night," Aiko sniffled, "Drinking, girls and guys dancing on stage. I was in the middle of some dominatrix work by the time my coworker, Juri, warned us about what was going on. I didn't believe it at first but then I saw my boss… Oh, Risho…"

"You have my condolences, Miss Yamashita."

"It was his fault," Aiko pointed to Shuuichi again, "It's your fault Risho is dead. Your fault that all of us are out of a job now! You talk about Jesus Christ and how Hell is a horrible place to be. Well, I hope that when you get the death penalty, your ass goes straight to Hell! And you can take your pathetic bitch with you! You hear me?! Burn in Hell, you sorry fox!"

Shuuichi stared at Aiko like what she said was nothing but bullshit. Remembering his dream, if going to Hell meant spending eternity with the woman he was falling for, then so be it. He'd be more than happy to wine and dine with Satan, himself. He also thought that maybe Aiko should be auditioning for some TV shows in the near future if she's worried about finding work. She certainly has the acting part down.

It was now Touma's turn to cross-examine, "Miss Yamashita, could you inform the court when was the first time you heard of my client?"

Collected and full of attitude, Aiko responded, "Hell, if I know. Maybe…mid-November?"

"Really," Touma reached inside his briefcase and pulled out some documents, "Ladies and gentlemen of the court, what I have in my hands are text messages provided by the companion of my client. According to these, some of them involved you, Miss Yamashita. Let's look at this one here. Could you read the date there for me, please?"

Aiko sighed, "It says…October 31st."

"And what holiday falls on October 31st?"

"Halloween."

"And what were you doing on that night?"

"I don't know. I was…looking for some business, some…clients that night in Shibuya."

"Right. Now let's fast forward to about…here. Yes. From my client's companion, it says, 'Uh, oh. There go the choir boys.' To which you said, 'No. The redhead is cuter.' So you were the one or one of the ones who pushed my client's companion into meeting my client, correct?"

"Okay, and? I didn't know his name or what he was about then."

"But sometime later, you did, yes?"

"Yeah. That doesn't mean anything."

"Okay, then," Touma shuffled, "Let's fast forward to…ah. Here it is. Text messages from roughly three weeks ago. This was taken from my client's phone and is a conversation between him and Miss Yamashita. It says, from my client, 'Hey, Kiyoni. Sorry if I may be a little late. Bible study took longer than planned.' to which Miss Yamashita replied, 'No worries, Suu'chi. So long as I get to see you, I'm happy.' Mind telling us what was going on there?"

"You have no proof that I referred to anyone by any nickname and if I did, it wouldn't be some ridiculous one like 'Suu'chi'."

"Oh, but Miss Yamashita, this set of texts were exchanged between your phone and that of my client's. We have the cell phone records to prove it. Not to mention, upon further investigation, we found out that the number of my client's companion and the number of your phone do not match. These texts say so. So, I ask again. What was the plan for that night, Miss Yamashita?"

"I…I refuse to comment on that. That is my right."

"Was it a plan of revenge against your coworker?"

Daigo shouted, "Objection!"

"Withdrawn," Touma relented.

Bitch ass, Kiyoni commented, Will throw anyone under the bus but herself. Give me a fucking break.

"Nothing further, your honor," Touma finished.

Released, Aiko walked by where Kiyoni was sitting and displayed her large carat, princess-cut diamond ring with a gleeful smile on her face. Eye rolling from Kiyoni was the response.

Bitch, and? What, Kiyoni challenged, Is that supposed to mean something? You better be lucky we're in a courthouse. I'd bust your face open again with that damn ring. Give a whole new meaning to the term "blood diamond". No one here gives a fuck about you.

Kurama caught a whiff of Kiyoni's anger and it turned him on again. It's something about that emotion that could really increase one's sex drive. All Kurama needs is one night to do it.

"I believe we have time for one more witness," Enki hinted.

"Certainly, your honor," Touma claimed, "I'd like to call a current member of the Association for Yokai Affairs, Counselor Mukuro, to the stand."

Mukuro wheeled her way to the podium. Her wheelchair proved to be more impressive than originally thought due to the fact that not only could it climb stairs but it could also help her stand up. She was never for one to not stand up for herself after all.

"That's some next level stuff," Juri commented in a low tone.

"Good afternoon," Mukuro stated, "I am Mukuro, counselor and member of the Association for Yokai Affairs."

"Thank you, Counselor," Touma accepted, "Now, could you tell us your exact role in the association?"

"My role is security, protection. I handle confrontational matters. Especially if the yokai involved is of a higher power level."

"So when former counselor Yomi invited you over to his home to meet Kurama, why did you accept?"

"I have heard of Kurama's reputation and wanted to see if he was as big and bad as they say he was."

"Was he?"

"Upon first glance, no. Then again, perhaps his human mask may have been the reason. I actually thought about leaving right then and there. But Kurama's spitfire companion…well, she was the reason why I stayed. And then came the ball drop, the reason why Yomi invited Kurama in the first place. Shinobu and Yomi conspiring to end Kurama's life? In secret? All because Kurama blinded Yomi a long time ago? Well, that only reminded me of the early days of our community. The pettiness of it all. Shinobu is more of one of us than a human. The only difference is that he wears the mask of a golden cross on his face."

"Oh, so you had nothing to do with Yomi's assassination attempt?"

"Not at all. I didn't know much of anything Yomi wanted to do before I came around. Frankly, I don't really care much about anything Yomi does unless my involvement was absolutely necessary."

"So why did you step in to essentially save Kurama and his associate?"

"Because I wanted to mess with Yomi, and Kurama's friend was fun. Anyone, any woman who would step up to a man of power and live to talk about it is certainly welcome in my book. However, the discussion surrounding the use of blood magic was interesting as well."

"Care to expand on that?"

"Hemomancy. One of the strongest forms of magic there is. From what I understood, Shinobu used blood from himself, Kurama, and Kurama's human half to essentially create a master/slave relationship between the three. I knew of a place on the other side that could help combat that but Shinobu had beaten us to it. That was where…well, that's how I got like this."

"And his team?"

"Other than the same ones you spoke to yesterday, they were nothing. Unless you want to say that they were mindless zombies or something. They were probably controlled by magic as well. Shinobu did have a magic book or something."

"A magic book, you say?"

"Yes. He needed it like air or water just to compete with me."

"Interesting. Nothing further, thank you."

Day two of the trial had finished. As everyone exited the courthouse, Kiyoni spoke with her family. Akio and Chiyoko couldn't believe the stories they heard.

"Was everything said true," Akio questioned.

"Most of it, surprisingly," Kiyoni answered, "Well, Mukuro told the truth."

"That woman," Chiyoko discussed, "The one with the hat…"

"Is the absolute worst. Would you believe she had a thing for Tai once?"

"That woman?! Oh, no. No, no, no. Never. Never. I'd rather have a fox in my family than someone like her."

Shishi nudged, "You hear that? Looks like you're a shoo-in."

"I wouldn't solidify things just yet," Shuuichi blushed, remembering his first meeting with the eldest Ikeda.

"What's the plan now," Juri wondered.

"Now that I'm free, free, free…" Kiyoni stretched, "I'm gonna go home, get comfortable, gorge on what's left of my ice cream, do some studying, and...sleep in my warm, cozy bed."

"Would you mind if I escort you," Shuuichi offered with a wink.

"Sure. Please do," Kiyoni responded with a smirk, "Dad, what are you and grandma gonna do?"

"We booked a hotel room for a couple of nights," Akio responded, "It's been a while since we've been in Tokyo."

Shuuichi and Kiyoni hesitated. They knew they wanted some time alone for themselves but it would've been rude if Kiyoni didn't play hostess to her family.

"Suu'chi…" Kiyoni hinted.

"It's only right," Shuuichi quietly relented, "However...tonight…"

"Ugh...can't come fast enough."

Shuuichi whispered, "Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it."

Kiyoni nervously nibbled on her bottom lip, Shit… Wait, really?

"Since you're here…" Shuuichi offered to Kiyoni's family, "where would you like to go first?"

Throughout the afternoon and evening, Shuuichi got another chance to get to know his presumptive in-laws. Dinner, karaoke, a walk through Harajuku, and a couple of museum trips provided much fun. The highlight of the day was Chiyoko as she teased Shuuichi on his potential skills as a husband and subsequent father. It was emphasized when she and Kiyoni walked by a window display of bridal gowns. Kiyoni was admittedly a fan of the mermaid gowns but Chiyoko preferred her granddaughter to wear a princess gown or to be fully traditional like she was. It was an interesting idea. Kiyoni had never seen a bride who looked like her in traditional, Japanese wedding attire before. Not even her own mother tried it. Akio admitted that he would be proud to see Kiyoni get married no matter what she wore. Shuuichi kept his opinions to himself. He's convinced that so long as the dress was black and included a corset, it's perfect for Kiyoni...should things go in that direction. However, it was way too early and uncomfortable to even think of such things.

Later on, Shuuichi accompanied Kiyoni to her home after separating from her father and grandmother. Taking a train back to Shibuya, Kiyoni decided to get a little serious.

"Sorry about that wedding talk. Total cringe moment."

"Agreed but…I've seen enough of the elderly to know that topics like that will always come up."

"Yeah, I guess that's true. Hey, Suu'chi?"

"Yes?"

"I'm wondering. What's going to happen in the future?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, since both you and Shinobu are on the chopping block of justice, what's going to happen to the church should you both…?"

"Now that you mentioned it, I'm not sure. I think this was where Shinobu drew the line in terms of his plans. I honestly don't know."

"Well...if you do make it out, what will you do?"

"You mean other than my original plans? I…" Shuuichi sighed, "would probably take the reins as head of the church."

Kiyoni lit up, "Really?! Oh, that would be so awesome!"

"You think so?"

"Yeah! I mean, who better than you to do it? Everyone there knows and respects you. You already have some leadership experience...sort of. Suu'chi, that would be so cool of you to do that."

"And you'd join me?"

"What?"

"Would you join me? See...as I was thinking about the possibility of taking over Lighthouse, I thought that...maybe it should open its doors to a wider audience."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, make it a true non-denominational church. Have it open to any and all religions and forms of spirituality. Including...Kemetism."

That was some surprising news to Kiyoni, "Really? You'd do that?"

"I don't see why not. As big as it is, I think it should serve more than just the Christians of Tokyo. Perhaps you could...host some Kemetic services of your own...when you can, of course."

If Kiyoni wasn't out in public and on a train with Shuuichi, she would be sliding her tongue down his throat, "Suu'chi, that...that is…"

"Shibuya station," the intercom announced, "This is Shibuya station."

"I'll give you some time to think about it," Shuuichi offered.

Kiyoni led Shuuichi off the train, "Can I give you something else instead?"

"What would that be?"

Kiyoni lightly bit on her bottom lip, bounced her eyebrows, and flirtatiously giggled.

No sooner did the couple make it to Kiyoni's apartment they embraced and couldn't keep their hands and lips off of each other. The entrance light became the only source of light as shoes, coats, and jackets came off and fell to the floor. Kiyoni gestured Shuuichi further inside and pinned herself against a wall. Shuuichi silently gave Kiyoni the space and freedom to unbuckle his pants and unbutton his shirt.

"Are you sure," she breathed.

"Yes. All the way."

"No interruptions?"

"No. No distractions?"

"None, whatsoever. Just me...and you."

"Wait… You said you…had experience with the entity, yes?"

"That's right."

"Well, given your story…what if…what if I–I'm not able to…please you?"

Kiyoni gazed her libidinous eyes deep into Shuuichi and could see his two sides shining through. There were feelings of performance anxiety, stage fright in those eyes. A sign of the virginal Shuuichi. On the other hand, feelings of attraction and anticipation appeared. A sign of the adventurous Kurama. While Kiyoni looked forward to bringing the experienced yokai fox out, she had her concerns about the first-timer deacon. Which side will come out? Which side will dominate? Will both sides shine? Tonight wasn't going to be a threesome, physically. However, that didn't leave out the mental or emotional. It's been said that the mind is the greatest sex toy known to all sexes, genders, and sexual orientations and identities. Tonight, both Kiyoni and Shuuichi will have to use their own minds along with their bodies. Judging by how neither party was willing to end things at the moment, it was clear their hearts were involved.

Kiyoni led the charge, using her body while speaking her mind, "Minamino Shuuichi, Kurama, you let me decide that. I'm not a silent lover."

Shuuichi was guided to Kiyoni's bed and stationed there. He removed his shirt, suspenders, and tie while watching Kiyoni seductively remove her top and skirt. She wore nothing but her bra (Thanks, Rihanna) by the time she crawled like a kitten over Shuuichi's body, giving butterfly kisses to his exposed torso as he laid back. Shuuichi's arousal was on its highest level by the time Kiyoni's lips met his as proven by another animalistic growl escaping his throat when she played with his ears. Shuuichi's hands cruised up and down Kiyoni's back like a paintbrush to a fresh canvas, popping her bra open with one hand and grasping her derriere with the other.

As Kiyoni nibbled and licked Shuuichi's neck, he inhaled her naturally seductive scent like it was a second source of air. Other than the familiar Vera Wang perfume she wore, her fragrance could be simplified as a chocolate-covered coconut treat accented by sea salt. From her end, Kiyoni breathed in scents of sandalwood, strawberry, and remnants of herself left behind on Shuuichi's lips from earlier today. She liked the way she smelled on him.

Kiyoni was flipped onto her back and given the same respect she gave Shuuichi. Nibbles on the neck gave her goosebumps and her candy kiss nipples were at the peak of erection by the time her bra came off completely. In Shuuichi's mind, should Kiyoni be given the gift of motherhood, her child will be well-fed for they were perfectly shaped and thick like the nipples of a baby bottle. Left nipple, right nipple, left again, right again, both, Shuuichi nibbled, licked, and ultimately suckled on Kiyoni's breasts until kingdom came. Kiyoni reached for and clawed her headboard, slightly adjusting her textbooks as she moaned and cried in carnal ecstasy.

"Oh, don't stop…" she said under her breath, "don't stop, Shuuichi."

Kiyoni didn't have to worry. Shuuichi wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He didn't want to. If this was his only chance to experience sex for a while, he was going to go full force. To emphasize the idea, his eyes glowed with intensity and intention when he reached Kiyoni's personal palace of pleasure. He already had dinner thanks to Kiyoni's family and for dessert, Kiyoni was on the menu. He missed her secret scent greatly and couldn't wait for an official oral interview from down under.

From the bottom to the top, Shuuichi's tongue said a flirtatious hello to Kiyoni's organic orchid, savoring the cream she had been spewing ever since this morning. She had so much that Shuuichi actually used it to play with Kiyoni's love bean which made her flow even more. Kurama had developed a trick during his past life and decided that now was a good time to use it, curling his tongue around the exposed hooded lady and going to work on it like a child pumping up a water gun. By then, Kiyoni was going crazy. Her toes clinched, her back was arched, her nails dug into her pillows, and her throat was getting dry from all the gasping, moaning, and groaning she did. Shuuichi treated Kiyoni's center like it was the juiciest peach in the middle of summer and it satisfied his thirst better than a large cup of McDonald's Sprite. Not even the entity did what Kurama did.

"Suu'chi…Suu'chi…Suu…fu–ahhh! Fuck, Kurama…!"

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't you dare cum yet. I'm only getting started."

She cooed upon the sensation of three fingers entering her tunnel. This was torture, pure torture as one finger activated a vaginal sweet spot, another finger near the G-spot, and the third for support of it all. Something Kurama would totally do. It didn't matter to Kiyoni though. She knew both sides had equal amounts of desire for her. Now that the two had become one, her desire for them was twice as much.

Deciding that he had enough, Shuuichi rose to his feet to take off the final pieces of his clothing puzzle, showing off what he had to work with. Kiyoni licked her lips upon the sight. Shuuichi was definitely long and thick enough for her liking, going at it like a child with a popsicle on a hot, summer day.

Shuuichi reeled his head back and wagged his tail as Kiyoni did her thing. It felt just as good now as it did back in Nagoya. With Shuuichi's hands cradling her head, Kiyoni looked up for approval.

"Kiyoni, you're…" he cheered softly, "such a good...such a good girl. Don't you dare stop."

Shuuichi didn't have to worry because Kiyoni wasn't going to. She didn't want to. She kept on going and going and with a smile on her face. A small collection of saliva formed on the foot of her bed as Kiyoni showed Shuuichi just how much intelligence she gained from fellatio university. She gripped that thing like it was a rolled-up diploma from said school and teased the tip like a kitten drinking milk. Shuuichi loved it all but was ready to give Kiyoni his all. If Kiyoni's grip game was something with her hands and mouth, he had to know if it was the same for her inner walls.

He lifted her head and said, "I had enough of the appetizer. I want the main course."

Happily, Kiyoni obliged, leaping into Shuuichi's arms and getting another feel of her nether regions on his. She roared with laughter on the way back down on her bed and giggled before engaging in more tonsil hockey. The smell on Shuuichi's lips was pleasing enough but the taste combined with the saltiness of those lips were better.

"Are you sure…" he whispered, "about this? I don't want to disappoint you."

"Shuuichi…" Kiyoni replied as she directed his staff inside her station, "don't be afraid. Just let it…go."

Both moaned in elation once the two united, ending weeks of sexual tension. Kiyoni quivered upon the sensation of her activated G-spot. She hadn't been touched like that since her night with the entity. From Shuuichi's perspective, Kiyoni was so warm and inviting and entering her felt like sliding on liquid silk. Once that first thrust solidified the moment, there was no turning back. Only moving forward.

He started off slow at first, getting his footing in order. Once Shuuichi was comfortable, that's when he picked up the pace. Kiyoni became his cheerleader, gripping his behind to make sure to stay in place while maintaining a suitable rhythm.

"You're doing…" she encouraged, "just…ooh [!] fine… Just…relax…or…"

Kiyoni took control and flipped Shuuichi over to show him what she had to offer. Her G-spot was piqued once again and for the first time in a long time, she actually squirted a little. The phrase, "Slippery when wet", was to be taken seriously in this case. Shuuichi had one hand on her breast and the other on her hip as Kiyoni firmly placed her hands on Shuuichi's chest. This was going to be the first time Kiyoni gets to ride a fox and she was going to enjoy every second. And she did, it was everything Kiyoni dreamed of. Once she found some stabilization, Shuuichi was perfectly erect, both were perfectly positioned, and it was the perfect time for it all.

Kiyoni felt incredible to Shuuichi. He felt the movement of her inner walls cave in and away and the tip of her cervix kissing "him". In school, nothing was ever said about how or what sex was supposed to feel like and if more people were comfortable about the subject, it's certain that the topic would be discussed in its true detail. Feeling secure, Shuuichi closed his eyes, relaxed, and allowed Kiyoni to have her way for a while.

"Kiyoni, this...oh, this is...amazing…!"

"Fuck yeah! Oh, Suu'chi, you feel so good right now. Here, hold me like this," Kiyoni placed Shuuichi's hands just below her abdomen and above her groin to act as a barricade and to keep that G-spot in line.

She wanted him to lock her down as she continued to ride that carnal train to orgasm and what a ride it was. For the next few moments, the G-spot was the star of the show as sexual cries echoed within the walls of Kiyoni's apartment. Sweat formed and flowed down their bodies only to be collected by Kiyoni's comforter. Fortunately, it was a thick one. Each took turns in taking over as if it was a classic, professional wrestling, iron man match, each pinning the other to reach their climax. It was pleasing to Kurama's eye when he took the opportunity to watch Kiyoni's behind jiggle like a Japanese cheesecake. It wasn't bad to squeeze and smack around a couple of times either even by Kiyoni's request.

Finally, in the lotus position, the couple tapped out, reaching their much-needed, body-clenching orgasm. Covered in head-to-toe body sweat, breathing as if they just finished a marathon, and embracing each other like it was their last day on earth, both Shuuichi and Kiyoni smiled and laughed as they slowly kissed their way back to reality.

"You know…" Shuuichi hinted, "what we just did...meant that...you won the bet."

"Fuck...fuck that bet. I already won...a long time ago. I love you, Shuuichi."

"I love you too…Kiyoni."