A snap from the male manager brought Makoto out of the recurring trance and the part time employee removed his headphones and music player, setting his prized possessions on the table. He yawned softly and incessantly tried to rub the sleep out of his tired eyes. He had not slept properly since the last few days, out of fear and terror that plagued him at night.

"Come on, don't just stand there. Get to work!"

Makoto slowly nodded at his boss, trying his best to curb the temptation of falling asleep on one of the couches in the cafe. Tartarus yen and loot was a godsend for his financial situation but his expenses were rising, mostly due to the need for new weapons for himself and his team members and so he was forced to take up part time jobs. Scholarship took care of his tuition and education expenses but living in Iwatodai was more expensive than he had anticipated.

"Here is your uniform, Makoto-kun!" The female worker shoved the butler outfit into his arms and gave a small giggle. Makoto titled his head as he always had a lingering suspicion that the female workforce of the cafe enjoyed seeing him stuttering in the specifically suggestive uniform. It was nothing special, black pants, a frilly white shirt and a sleeveless black blazer with a bow tie, nothing too kinky but that did not stop his female coworkers from walking around him like a pack of predators. "Be sure to show me before you start working, kay?"

Makoto gave a lopsided smile and moved to the changing rooms after he made sure that the coast was clear. He slowly stripped out of his school uniform but then paused putting on the outfit. He gave another glance at the small wound, almost a scratch on the edge of his waist just above his hips. He had to put up a strong front for the other team mates but now that he was alone, the leader of the group allowed himself a shiver and a few deep breaths of despair.

He had suffered a small scratch but the psychological pain made him feel like he was operating with half of his stomach blown out. Whenever he would shut his eyes, he would start suffering from disastrous what if scenarios. Just one more inch and that bullet would have pierced his abdomen into something deformed and demonic.

"Get out of the damn room!"

Makoto quickly changed into the prescribed uniform and went to work on his shift but every now and then, when taking orders, serving drinks and accepting cash, he would glance over his shoulder to make sure the shadow was not following him. It was stupid. The Dark Hour was quite some time away but the encounter had left him mentally scarred because the shadow was beyond him, so much that he could not even begin to grasp the difference in power between him and the shadow. That thought alone terrified him because no amount of strategic planning and teamwork would work against such a horrific entity.

The manager watched him bumble throughout his shift and gave a sharp exhale. If the boy was not such a hit with females, he would have kicked him out long ago but unfortunately he was and he was forced to tolerate his sloppiness which was especially worse today. Makoto would zone out and just stare off into the distance and would only respond to a loud snap or a rough shake.

After the worst shift of his life, Makoto retreated into the employees only section and sat down with his face in his palms. Even he had to admit that his work this evening was disastrous and the manager had yelled at him more than a dozen times but he could not handle the painful bubbling of terror on the right side of his chest. Every current of despair made him freeze and zone out in an effort to cope but there was no respite as the vulnerable and puny realization did not fade.

In the middle of his despair episode, the manager yelled at him again.

"Hey Makoto, put on your tie and get to work!" His yelling made the blue haired employee sigh. He was in no condition to work and his stumbling had made that painfully clear. "We have a very special customer and she only wants you to take her order. Get to it!"

She? Makoto blinked. He had a few ideas about who this special customer was but he did not dwell too much and straightened his uniform. He took a look at himself in the mirror and combed through his messy hair, trying his best to look happy and presentable but all he got from his reflection was a pitiful sob. Even his reflection was miserable and Makoto left the room, grabbed the server pad from the counter and headed for the last table on the left...

"Makoto-chan!"

Said Makoto gave a small nod to himself as his suspicions were confirmed. On the designed table sat Hamuko, one headphone clipped to her ear while she hummed and bounced from side to side, watching him with a huge grin on her face, flirty and suggestive like usual. Makoto did his best to smile at her too but the quick disappearance of her smile made him tense. Oh God, was he going to screw this one up too? He could feel the manager trying to glare holes into the back of his head as he stood like a zombie but eventually he moved towards the table and gave a small bow as a welcome.

"Hello there." Makoto managed another weak smile, putting pen to paper to take her order. "Welcome to our cafe. What would you like to order?"

Hamuko regained his flirtatious smirk and scooted towards the edge of her seat to get close to Makoto. The male did get uncomfortable upon thinking that she would grab him by the crotch and start to jerk him off in public like she did the last time but Hamuko did no such thing and actually went on to order something something very special for herself. Heh.

"Haaaaiiii! I would like to order one Makoto-chan under my table." Hamuko said in an excited, dreamy whisper and Makoto dropped the pen, only able to stare at her in shock until Hamuko grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards the other seat with more strength than he had anticipated from a girl with her stature. His butt met the seat and Hamuko at once wrapped her arms around his shivering body with her gleeful giggles echoing in his empty skull. "I got my order of Makoto-chan! Now, to get you under the table and between my legs..."

Makoto flailed to no success because gosh Hamuko was physically strong, stronger than any shadow he had face up til now... except for...

Hamuko relaxed the vice grip and allowed him to get his breath out. There was something wrong with Makoto-chan as he was favoring his right side when he walked, his steps clumsy and his eyes vacant with a hint of terror that he was desperately trying to mask for his customers. She had her ideas but did not press him for answers currently. Instead, she softy titled his body towards her own, allowing him to rest for a brief moment.

"Something is wrong with my Makoto-chan." Hamuko said sadly and with a small pout. She stood up from her table and yelled with more force and a tone of finality in her voice, a stark difference from the sweet and cheerful tone she had for him. "I need another waiter! Makoto-chan will have dinner with me!"

"Makoto-chan!?"

Makoto heard the groans from coming from every direction and he also saw the punch the manager had nailed to the counter but the glare from Hamuko effectively silenced him and he cursed at another waiter to take care of the table. Makoto breathed out a sigh of relief and rested his weary head on the table, his shoulders slumping down in relaxation as his colleague hurried from backstage to note the order for himself and his date (?) for the night.

"What would you like to order, Makoto-chan?" Hamuko asked, picking his head off the table by the back of his neck. The new waiter could only stare in shock but Makoto also noticed he was exhibiting the same, quiet jealousy that he was used to from Junpei.

"Whatever you feel like." Makoto answered in a small whimper.

"I already got my order of Makoto-chan with me!" Hamuko exclaimed loudly, watching in delight as the server and the other customers, boys and girls of all ages began to squirm uncomfortably at the sight and at her possessive words. With her hand on his head and her deceleration gave them the clear message that the boy was taken and his ass belonged to her. Heh. "Well whatever I guess. Bring every item you have and about a dozen cups of your coffee. Now shoo shoo, you annoy me!"

As the workforce brought food and drinks to the table, Makoto relaxed his uncomfortably tight tie and reached for a cup of coffee. He was working with an empty stomach as the fear of the shadow had ravaged his appetite but strangely enough, in the presence of the brunette girl he found a little peace and Makoto started to eat, grabbing a sandwich and then a blueberry cupcake.

Meanwhile, the girl beside him sipped on a coffee and did not each much, apart from a blueberry cupcake that she ate slowly and made sure witnessed her devouring the cake like a hungry vixen, a sight that made him horrified and aroused just like before. Regardless, most of her time was spent on sipping coffee and watching Makoto munch on the food that she had ordered for him.

Makoto gave a short sigh and made himself comfortable on the seat by leaning back and slouching down, quietly sipping on the glass of orange juice in his hand. He turned his head to thank her but Hamuko was already beside him, down to his level, as uncomfortably close and into his personal space that he still had not gotten used to.

Makoto made the attempt to sit up but Hamuko pressed and held him down with a hand on his shoulder. She moved her other towards towards his face and glided her thumb over the little chunks of chocolate that was left on his lips, softly pushing the same thumb into his mouth and whispering an order that he had to obey.

"Lick."

Makoto gave the same shiver of horror and arousal and slowly licked over her thumb in his mouth, melting under the rather intense stare Hamuko had on his form. She opened her mouth briefly as his tongue moved along and across, licking her stained thumb clean from the melted chocolate. Hamuko was not done however and did not free his mouth just yet. Instead, she drifted closer and gave another lustful smile, crimson eyes traveling down his legs.

"You're so cute, Makoto-chan." Hamuko whispered into his ear, her rough hand trailing down his waist and hips. Makoto gave her another look of surprise, quickly realizing that she was going to give him another handjob in public and this time the table was not big enough to conceal the two of them and the activity that was meant only for the bedroom. "Makes me want to pump you in my hand until you cum..."

Hamuko grasped the zipper and Makoto flew up a few inches in the air, collapsing face first on the table while the girl casually gained distance and sat on the side, leaving Makoto to be the recipient of the awkward stares from the other customers. Makoto, embarrassed and ashamed turned his head in her direction, flushed and slightly annoyed but that did little to discourage the brunette girl who presented him with another smile and a hug.

"Psych!" Hamuko tightened the hug and almost pulled him on her lap, forcefully and casually overpowering so that he was partially resting on top of her. Makoto found his head being forced in a certain direction and his bangs being tucked behind. He felt her hot breath on his ear and clutched her in return, struggling for oxygen like a diseased patient on life support.

"What is wrong with you, Mako-chan?" Hamuko spoke slowly but firmly, not releasing him from her inhumane grip. Makoto struggled to think up of a lie but he knew the girl would see his attempt like he did the last time. This time he was too ruffled and vulnerable to completely cover up his weakness and deep down, he wanted a catharsis, anything that would light the load on his chest.

"N-Nothing... W-What do you mean?" Unable to think of a suitable lie, Makoto feigned ignorance and gave a broken smile with a tilt of his head.

"You are a little too young to lie to me, darling." Hamuko said, her voice descending to a more cold and serious whisper. Makoto gulped, fearful that another lie would piss the grip who still had him in a vice grip, with otherworldly strength that he could not force his way out of. "You were favoring your right side when you walked. You might fool other people but I can see something fearful in your eyes. Tell me, Makoto-chan. Are you injured again?"

While her strength was unquestionable and not even a charge from his persona would help him escape, there was another warm and easy feeling in her embrace, one that made his personae, that were constantly screeching and grinding against his mind ever since his encounter with the shadow calm and quiet.

"I..." Makoto tried to think of another lie but he could not. He wanted the stress off his shoulders and pour his thoughts out to someone, anyone but his friends who were traumatized from the operation as much as him. Hamuko remained patient and started to stroke the top of his head, small encouragement to make him continue. "I fought the Reaper..."

"The Reaper..." Hamuko whispered the same and relaxed the embrace, fearful that he was injured and she was hurting him more than helping. "Did he get you with his bullets? Are you okay, Makoto?"

Makoto noticed that she had left out the chan and the slow, sultry voice that she emulated whenever they spoke. He shook his head and pressed a hand at his left side, wincing when he suffered the lashes of psychological pain, a hint of the mental injury that he had sustained in the survival against the shadow. "N-No. I got away but he fired a bullet. I only got a scratch but..."

Hamuko understood his silence and stood from her seat. She placed a good amount of yen on the table and grabbed his wrist to drag him up and off. After a yell at the nagging manager that Makoto was going to keep the uniform, the two headed out of the cafe and Makoto followed her lead, getting dragged along by the girl who would occasionally look back to make sure that he was okay. Eventually, Hamuko came to a stop at one of the more luxurious housing apartments in the city and opened the lock to her apartment. She welcomed him inside and Minato had to marvel at the interior of the place, built to absolute perfection and for the richest class in the city.

No wonder the rumors going around school compared her wealth to even Mitsuru. Makoto could only wonder how a single girl was able to live and maintain the life of such luxury and excessive spending. He was broken out of his wonder when Hamuko guided him deeper into her apartment, more specifically, her bedroom and he was welcomed inside with a forceful shove as he was reluctant to enter.

Makoto shifted on his feet uncomfortably, embarrassed that he was inside the room of a girl, a beautiful one like Hamuko no less but the girl walked past him, kicked through the mess of the shopping bags on the floor and sat on the bed. She patted the spot next to her and her frown made Makoto abide by her will, stumbling and sitting on the spot she had picked for him, right next to hers.

"The Reaper, huh?" Hamuko resumed from where she left off at the cafe. "If it did not hurt you... why are you so shaken?"

"I-I'm scared..." Makoto admitted with a small whimper, mind flashing back to the encounter that was only a minute long but had aged him physically and mentally by a few decades. His rigid form relaxed, more out of exhaustion than actual ease and he almost slumped on her bed when started to pour his heart out. "I-I thought I had it all under control. Even the floor guardians were not too much trouble but... but... how I can deal with that thing?"

"I-I know we will cross paths again. You can only run and hide for so long but what will I do?" Makoto did not stop and carry on the talking, blurting whatever was tightening the knots around his throat and stomach. "He only scratched me but left me a mess. E-Even my personae refused to answer my call and I have been holding this ever since."

"Makoto-chan..."

"I'm fearful of getting back in the tower, Hamuko." Makoto said with a stammer of hesitance. He had made up his mind to fight and protect the people from the shadows but the one sided melee with Reaper had collapsed his confidence. "I-Is there an way to deal with a shadow like that?"

"There is..." Hamuko spoke, gripping his hands with her callous ones. She gave him a reassuring squeeze and Makoto gave out a peaceful exhale of breath, glancing at their hands locked. The firm grip of the female was steadying his erratic heartbeat, filling him with tranquility and security and he did not question, only accepted the respite after days of suffering alone. "You are the one who will deal with that shadow. Makoto-chan."

"But I..."

"You are a Wild Card, Makoto-chan." Hamuko spoke and Makoto was once again taken by surprise at the almost omniscient knowledge of Hamuko who could ruffle, rattle and read him like no one else ever did. "You must never forget that. You are blessed with unlimited potential and growth. Every breath you take will make you stronger, that is who you are. Never allow this feeling to defeat you. Whatever you set your mind to, you will accomplish."

Makoto registered her words and could only stare off. As always, he was a little suspicious but he found solace in her words, calming down his mind, body and soul and putting him at ease for the first time in a last couple of painful days. He figured that she was somehow talking from experience but at the same time, she was talking from her heart and the imploring gaze of hers made him nod, a firm bob of his head in comparison to the slow, unsure shake of his head previously.

"In the meanwhile, if you ever face it when you are not ready... I'll take care of it." Hamuko said, bringing his hands to her lap and another, stronger squeeze. Her words carried something more than assurance, more of an oath from someone who know who she was and what she had promised, a promise from someone who was born and raised in war. "So don't worry, okay? Nobody is going to hurt my sweet, sweet Makoto-chan."

"T-Thank you." Makoto finally reciprocated to the grip on his hands and gave her a smile, a genuine one instead of the lopsided, fearful and broken smiles he had previously given to her. "Thank you so much."

"Awww, don't mention it, darling." Now that he was feeling much better, Hamuko regained the perverted, lustful smile on her face and her eyes began to devour the sight of Makoto-chan in a butler outfit, fitted perfectly to his slender body and his messy blue hair further adding to the charm of a devoted, tireless servant who was going to bend to her every whim. "You look so sexy with that outfit, Makoto-chan."

"Hehe, thanks?" Makoto too regained his docile nature and tried to look away from her hungry stare but her beauty and lust demanded her to be the center of his attention and he was too weak to resist. Hamuko began to stroke her fingers over his knuckles as softly as she could and she brought his shaky hands to her thighs, letting them rest there while her own pulled on the skirt she had been wearing, given him a small glimpse of the color that she was wearing today.

Blue. A quick glance of her almost non-existent underwear brought the red to his face and Hamuko took that as a cue to get in his personal space, now caressing along his arms with another suggestive smile teasing him. "I hope you liked what I wore for you today, hehe because I love what you wore for me today, Makoto-chan."

"Um..." Makoto made the mistake of trying to change the subject, unintentionally walking right into the trap Hamuko had laid for him. "Y-You said you could help me get stronger, can you tell me how?" Upon that, Hamuko perked up and the outburst of an even bigger grin on her face startled poor Makoto.

"Why, I am glad you asked..."

Something happened. All that he could register however was a flash of red and a glint of white before he found himself hurled back first on the luxurious bed, one strong hand clasping both his wrists together while another forced his mouth open. He gasped in response to the pleased hums above him, getting a few licks along his cheek and then something entered his mouth briefly. He finally opened his eyes and saw that Hamuko had her mouth locked against his but the kiss was much more suffocating and intense than the last time she had kissed him at Wild Duck Burger and this time, she intended to steal the breath out of him.

Hamuko jumped onto his waist and forced her tongue into his mouth again, after only a millisecond of pause and Makoto struggled, held paralyzed by just one hand of the female that was savagely kissing him, tongue sliding in and out of his open, vulnerable mouth suffering small nibbles and bites on his already swollen bottom lip as Hamuko plucked the air from his lungs, starting to grind against him when she felt the muffled moans against her mouth. Makoto heard a hiss and grew fearful, trying to turn towards the other side but he witnessed another surge of red in his rapidly blurring vision and stayed put, getting the blazer torn off his body and then his shirt which Hamuko pierced in half, leaving his upper body naked.

Mercifully, she left his mouth and Makoto gasped for much needed air. He tried to get up but despite Hamuko sitting up and showing him her hands with a gleeful smile, Makoto could not free his hands from the binds that held him. He turned his head towards the source and was stunned into horrified silence when he learned that his hands were tied to the frame of bed, with garments no less!

Oh no. How and when did she have the time during the kiss to tie him up like this? He attempted another struggle but he was unable to break free. Even the attempts made his wrists ache as if he was struggling to break free out of handcuffs cause God knows what the sly girl did to the fabric that not even the powers of his personas were able to break him free.

"I wore those in the last few days." Hamuko supplied with another sly smirk and Makoto attempted another mighty albeit futile struggle, almost making the entire bed flip over but another strong hand and a firm gaze halted his attempt and the boy melted into the soft covers of her bed, resorting to whimpering and pleading her with his eyes and facial expressions to let him go. "Now, that's a good boy, Makoto-chan."

Now that he was quiet, Hamuko began to inspect his upper body. He was not overly buffed or muscular but his chest definitely had a strong definition, with light cuts and just the right amount of muscle on his pale body. Those trips to the tower were doing wonders from his body too as he was fit, toned and lean, without the flab that most fatties carried around in the school. She placed a single digit on his chest and giggled when Makoto shivered like he was getting blasted by a hailstorm. His body visibly struggled for breath and Hamuko took delight every time Makoto did that as her single finger roamed his chest, her hypnotizing gaze commanding him to focus his attention and eyes to her and he did without question.

"You're developing quite a body, Makoto-chan." Hamuko said, tickling his waist and sides to make the boy under her squirm and cry in an attempt to hold his giggles. She then found the scratch he had suffered from the bullet and lovingly stroked the wound that had clotted days ago but was a great source of discomfort for the boy. She gave another tilt of her head and Minato subconsciously struggled against the binds when he got the notion that she had something planned for him.

A giggle later, Hamuko literally pounced on the helpless blue haired boy, mouth seeking his and her tongue dipping down towards his throat, casually dominating and overpowering when Makoto attempted to muster up a struggle but even though the surreal situation had scrambled his senses, he began to return the kiss on instinct, legs twisting and turning as he began to suck on her tongue, every flick and contact igniting a spark of desire in the middle of his stomach. A grip around his throat made his gasp and Hamuko devoured his mouth in another sloppy, hot and one sided kiss until a gag made her remove the grip around his neck and she cupped his mouth, forcing his jaw open for better access. The kiss came to an end but Hamuko remained above him, occasionally dipping her tongue into his open mouth with a few flicks here and there, face more amused than pleasured, like that of Makoto.

Makoto gasped for air, meeting her tongue with his upon instinct even when he was completely drained but the female above him was fresh as a daisy and he was at a lost for words to figure out why her endurance was so godly. Meanwhile, watching Makoto tied up to her bed and squiring on her mattress, like a subdued puppy coughing and gasping for air had her very, very pleased. He was not saying anything apart from coughing and wheezing but she could recognize the shudders that rocked his body aching for her touch and by the way he was breathing, with his mouth open she had an inkling that Makoto preferred her tongue in his throat. He was her butler and servant after all, a servant of her lust and maybe now was the time to reward him for his patience and work that had brought Hamuko great joy.

"My sweet, sweet Makoto-chan..."

Hamuko dove to decrease distance but she did not kiss him like he was anticipating, instead, she sought his neck this time and flashed him an impish smirk and the same teeth bit into the soft flesh there. His back arched and he clenched his palm to a fist, hissing lowly when he felt the pain of the bites that were sure to leave a bruise but every kiss and lick that followed the spot made him groan and slowly but definitely he began to tilt towards the other side to allow her more space to work, teeth gritted at every rough bite and new wound but she gave him more pleasure than pain, devouring and appeasing every bite with soft caresses and sucks. After a host of new love bites on his neck, Hamuko dragged her teeth along his collarbone, which was more pronounced than the females she knew and she took great pleasure in biting and scarring the flesh there with her mark, tracing the semi circular shape with a long lick. She made sure not to bite with too much force, not wanting to hurt him and she was perfectly able to restrain herself even with the loud moaning of her name by the boy under her will.

As Hamuko worked on decorating his throat area, her hand descended towards his legs and she started to unbutton the pants of the outfit without even looking with her face still buried into the crook of his neck, now layered with love bites and lipstick marks. Makoto could not even manage a gasp when she released his rock hard length and wrapped her fingers around, starting off with a steady strokes that only got a hushed murmur from Makoto.

A peck on his cheek alerted him that Hamuko had left his neck and was now by his side, but she did not leave him alone down there and carried on pumping him with her hand, with more force and speed that she had displayed in the restaurant. Every now and then she would slow down and give a hard tug to make the boy moan for him and he did every time, body already twitching with swelled up pleasure.

Hamuko ordered him to look at her and he did, getting his lips licked which was a sign that he understood and he allowed her entry into his mouth. Her strokes begin to pick up speed upon the start of the kiss and Hamuko kicked it up a notch, not minding his mouth idle for a second as she ravaged his mouth with intense fervor now letting up on the intensity of the kiss or the speed of her strokes and with every second, Makoto felt a pleasurable pressure taking over his body and senses as Hamuko started to suck the oxygen out of his body with the savage lip lock, putting her leg on his waist to keep him from moving around too much.

She felt his dick twitch in her grip and she opened her eyes, taking in the sight of her beloved Makoto desperately trying to kiss her back, face sweaty and his eyes closed, shallow breaths only barely leaving his body. He was completely and utterly lost in pleasure, a sight that she had promised to bring about the moment she saw Makoto stumble like a lost child in the cafe.

Makoto mouthed something incomprehensible and his body started quaking under the build up of pleasure and the very first twitch informed Hamuko that he was close. She kept her mouth glued to his and stroked him harder and faster, quickly bringing towards the climax with a couple of appropriate caresses on the tip and the last few jerks to his throbbing dick.

The boy attempted to moan but was silenced by Hamuko gripped his face and covered the tip with her palm, making him moan into her mouth and climax against her hand but the last quake of pleasure nearly lifted him and Hamuko off the bed but the girl was strong enough to hold him there and not let go, even a few seconds after the climax. She continued to steadily stroke his softening length and eased up on the kiss, much more loving than the passionate kiss that had crippled his endurance. Finally, she separated and winked at him, bringing her cum stained hand between the two and much like she did in the restaurant, she licked the substance off her fingers right across from him, doing it much more slowly this time as they were in the confines of her private world.

Makoto watched as she finished cleaning up her hand and gave one last shiver of pleasure. He was, much like before, horrified at her boldness and the mystery but everything from her touch, her caresses, her kisses and overall dominance had him moaning whenever she deemed so.

"Makoto-chan…"

After another kiss on his lips, Hamuko mercifully released him from the persona enforced garments and Makoto collapsed in a heap on her bed, rubbing at his aching wrists and taking breaths to relocate the oxygen to the appropriate places. He was able to see his own reflection in her stunning crimson orbs, a semi topless mess with bites and lipstick marks with his normally neatly kept hair blown up into something horrendous. Hamuko had practically ravaged her while he was tied up, even going for his throat and collar bone but at the same time….

"My sweeeeet Makoto-chan!"

Hamuko kissed the tip of his nose and pulled the blanket over herself and him. She disappeared under the warmth and dragged him down to her level as well, tightly hugging the boy, her arms wrapping around him like a protective shield and she tilted the boy in her direction, body to body and her chin resting on top of his head. She began to whisper a soothing lullaby into his ear, softly patting his shoulder to drift him towards blissful sleep that had eluded him in the past few days.

Makoto, tired and exhausted from the session yawned softly and began to ease up into a slumber with a girl he barely knew and yet he was sleeping on the same bed as her, without a pillow to separate and a position so intimate it befitted only the closest of lovers. Yet, there was something about the way she held him and while he did not know her story or who she was but as he laid in her arms, he finally felt peace and security, the visions of his escape from Reaper receding into the oblivion when her promise of never allowing anything to hurt him filled him with tranquility. He gave another soft yawn and began to doze off against her chest, now resolute that no shadow would hurt him while he laid in her warm, protective grip.

That was quite a drop from fluffy to savage smut but SOMEONE told me I should write more fluff and I did. And I hope you readers enjoyed it. There will be fluff here like I mentioned in the last chapter, although Hamuko assaulting and twisting the words of poor Makoto-chan will obviously be front and center.

Now, that's more like it. Thank you for the reviews. These mean a lot to authors and artists in general as we live off feedback, critical or not. Let's keep this pace and this story will be done in no time. I actually had 90 percent of this done yesterday but could not upload as this site was getting bugged.

I hope you like this surprisingly long chapter. Send me your comments and I hope you all stay safe.