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She shoved him back down against the futon, ripping off his clothes in the middle of one of the private resting rooms away from the meeting area. She didn't even bother turning on the lights. The door at least was locked, though Kazuma could still hear the idle chatter of the participants floating outside.
"Tell me," she gasped. She was riding him hard, her face flushed and mouth hanging open. "Tell me again how much better you are than the competition."
"Wh-what?" Kazuma said.
"Tell me!" she said, and she bent down to suck hard on his jugular.
"Uh." Kazuma couldn't think, not when she was pistoning her hips on top of him or shoving him roughly down against the futon. "Very."
She threw her head back and moaned loudly, slamming her hips on top of him and kissing him, violently.
Back at the conference, Kazuma swore that the other gods were frowning at them, but Bishamon carefully straightened her hat and dusted her jacket, and there wasn't a single hair in her bun that was out of place.
"At the very least, this meeting isn't boring," Bishamon said, smiling.