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This happened before their relationship.

The meeting was running long. Bishamon shifted uncomfortably as Kazuma's voice droned on in the background, reciting the various ayakashi sightings in the region in an authoritative monotone.

Maybe because she was bored, or maybe because she was kind of tired, but an itch had settled at the pit of her stomach, rolling deep into her pelvis and settling painfully between her legs, and Bishamon tried to keep focus as she crossed her legs and shifted her hips, slightly.

"Bishamon-sama?" Kazuma lowered his clipboard. "Do you have anything to add?"

"Uh, no." Bishamon took a breath, composing herself. "Thank you for the update, Kazuma. You've done well, everyone. Until the next patrol I'm going to retire to my quarters. Thank you all for your hard work."

"Thank you very much, Ane-sama!"

"See you until the next patrol!"

"Veena," Kazuma said, just as Bishamon was about to rush out of the room. "Is something wrong?"

"What-" Bishamon forced herself to maintain composure. "I'm fine, Kazuma. I just need to go to my room."

"Your face is flushed," Kazuma said. "Furthermore, your heartrate is rather fast. I'm concerned you may need to see our curer."

"I'm fine," Bishamon said, a little too sharply. Kazuma blinked. Bishamon took a breath, "I just-"

I just really need to get off right now and you're standing in my way.

"You have important things to do," Kazuma said, quickly. "I understand. Forgive me for interrupting you."

"Thank you, Kazuma," Bishamon said, and she wondered if that ability of his was finally kicking in.

She escaped into her quarters. She had exactly two hours before the witching hour, and she would be damned if she wouldn't put it to good use. Closing the door, she pulled off her clothes and tossed her bra and panties to the side, lying naked on the bed and reaching a hand toward the nightstand drawer.

The dildo she used was smooth, glass, and just the perfect thickness. She pushed the blunt end of the dildo against her clit, arching her back and rubbing herself until she jerked with a few harsh spasms. It wasn't quite an orgasm, but it was still pleasurable nonetheless. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she adjusted her grip and gently slid the dildo inside her, smooth and cool and filling her perfectly.

As one of the Seven Lucky Gods, a romance between gods and humans was expressly forbidden; there were no other gods she would want to take as a lover, and the idea of using her shinki made her recoil, instinctively. Her shinki were her children, and while other gods had no qualms using their tools for their own personal pleasure, Bishamon could not imagine taking advantage of them (nevermind that poor Naruha took the form of a vibrator, which made everyone in Bishamon's party flush a bright, shocked red, the moment after she named him).

Her pelvis rocked, the muscles of her legs tightening, as she stroked the dildo in and out, using her other hand to mash the pad of her middle finger against her clit. For some reason, her mind snapped back to Kazuma and that very peculiar ability of his. She wondered, idly, what he'd be like as a lover...

Why was she thinking about Kazuma? Bishamon's eyes snapped open.

She mustn't think of him like this. Kazuma was her hafuri! What in the world is she thinking?

She thought of his mouth closing over the seam between her legs, and her hips jerked hard, a sudden jolt of pleasure.

Kazuma was boring. Kazuma had a stack of reports, Kazuma did paperwork, Kazuma nagged her whenever she wasn't covering herself properly. Kazuma...

...sometimes smiled at her when they had a quiet moment alone. Sometimes touched her shoulder or brushed the side of her hand...

Kazuma, she thought. Her finger moved faster. Kazuma, Kazuma-

Her body pitched forward, and she made a helpless, crying sound, her mouth popping open as she orgasmed hard against her hand.

Her body was still quivering, jerking with irregular beats, when the door to her room suddenly opened.

"Veena, is everything al-" his eyes widened.

"Kazuma!" Bishamon said. She grabbed a pillow and shoved it in front of her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Kazuma tried to run but instead whacked his head into the closed door.

"Are you okay?!" Bishamon sat up as Kazuma shakily tried to push up his glasses. "Kazuma your nose is bleeding!"

"Please-" Kazuma's voice rose. "Just please put on some clothes, Veena!"

"Okay, okay!" Bishamon said, and she tossed the dildo to the side of the bed and pulled on her robe.

Kazuma was still shaking. Bishamon's face was red. She couldn't look at him.

"Just so we're clear, I wasn't saying your name," Bishamon said.

"I gathered as much," Kazuma said. "Forgive me for disturbing you."

"You need to learn how to knock!" Bishamon said.

"That is duly noted."

"And you're not to mention this to anyone!"

"Of course not."

Bishamon glared at him, her face still flushed and red.

"Veena forgive me," Kazuma said. "But I could have sworn you were calling for me."

"Well obviously I wasn't! Is there anything else?"

"N-no," Kazuma said. He blushed. "Forgive me again, Veena!"

And he bowed quickly before somehow managing to negotiate the door.

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"Veena, may I ask you something?"

"Hm? What is it?" She was drifting off to sleep; she felt him nudge his face against the back of her ear.

"Remember that time I walked in on you?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I've always wondered...Veena were you thinking about me?"

"I was," Bishamon said. She felt him smile against her neck. She laced her fingers between his. "You're in no position to talk, though, what with all those filthy comics Yato drew for you."

"I like to think I was rather discreet." He rubbed her shoulder affectionately, smiling and dropping a kiss against her nape.

She grinned and rolled over to her side to kiss him, draping her leg around his waist and wrapping his shoulders with her arms.