Authors Notes: Ahahahaha, more like an excuse to write a birthday fic to myself, its in aid of the Lemon Challenge brought forward at Shinobi-Love in honour of Misao’s birthday this November. So for those who like PWP and lemon, enjoy muchly!

Walking towards the Aoiya at a slow leisurely pace I watched numerous men and women rush by as they headed in the direction of the Aoiya. I wondered what was going on, but thought nothing of it as I stayed in my usual nonchalant phase and continued on my way. As I neared the front grounds of the Aoiya I found young men peering into the opened shoji as the Aoiya was packed with customers…and more so then usual.

So what was with today? Why so many customers? So of course curiosity was eating at me and so I muttered for these men to move out of my way. I watched them with narrowed icy green eyes and observed as they moved in an instant. At first they were going to tell me where to go, until they finally turned around and had to stare up at me and probably would have recognized that I lived here also and so they had moved. Heading inside, dressed casually in my temple robe I suddenly felt a little too casual as the restaurant had been decorated with ribbons and streamers in all different colours. Familiar customers stood around, dressed in kimonos or hakamas eager to greet someone and that’s when it happened.

I could hear Misao’s voice as she questioned Okina as to why he was being so "pushy" and then observed – while standing behind several customers – as she was pushed through the back shoji and thrust into the crowd that suddenly erupted into cheers of joy as they congratulated Misao. On what, who knew and then as I darted my eyes about the place I found a banner hanging above Misao’s head as she turned around to look at it as it read "Happy birthday Misao-chan" with the ‘chan’ having several lines through it. That was probably done by Omasu and Okon as Okina would never stop calling Misao that. He was too stuck in his ways after all. I drifted my eyes towards Misao and found her hugging my old mentor and then she did so to Okon, Omasu, Shiro and Kuro.

"Arigatou, Minna-san!" Misao had yelled with a flush on her face and a hand behind her head in slight embarrassment. She was currently dressed in her summer shirt and shorts and I wondered whether the flush was for the fact she too felt undressed until a round of yells went around as customers sung to Misao. I could hear all the whispers as many young men discussed what age Misao was…all getting it wrong. Misao was 18 you morons. And then…my eyes widened. It’d been two years since I returned and she was now at the prime age of 18. How could I have forgotten? Frowning at this news I left without a trace and headed for the back of the Aoiya so I could enter without being detected. Misao had been on a high for the entire week and only now did it sink in as to why. I had voiced nothing, remained quiet and now just realised that the small amount of hurt that quickly flashed through her eyes meant she had known I had forgotten her birthday. Instantly remorse began to claw at my stomach. I’d known Misao for so long and to randomly forget something like that was shameful to me. She was Misao…one of my most precious memories and I’d forgotten her birthday!

Sliding the shoji open I stealthily made it up the stairs without detection and changed into my onmitsu outfit, complete with beige trench coat and left without a trace as I headed into town.

As I glided through the crowd of people as they shopped for their families I was at a loss of what to find for Misao. What did an 18 year old need? Or more importantly what did an 18 year old Misao want? Glancing from store to store I headed into one and found it stacked with books on nature, origami, flowers, history, war, poems and so on. Hmm, I don’t think Misao was the reading type…this looks interesting… Wait I’m moving off topic. Just pay for the damn book Shinomori and leave to hurry up and find Misao a present! I was here for her after all. Sighing lightly, something I very rarely did, I left with a literature book in hand and randomly walked the streets once more. I knew Misao loved being outdoors…and a little too much for everyone’s liking since she was now "becoming a lady" as Okon and Omasu had once stated over dinner, but that didn’t help me present wise.

I hadn’t realised I walked into another store until I felt an unease drift towards me and I lifted my head to look upon women – old and young – quietly staring at me. I was apparently the only man in the store and glanced around as I watched a young woman measure a girl whose brown eyes were gazing widely over and up at me. It appeared I’d just walked into a kimono store.

"Can I help you Sir?" I turned my head to look at a short elderly woman beside me and felt my head give a light nod. Wait, what was I thinking? I knew nothing of kimonos. I was a man of many talents and those talents did not include women’s clothing. Hell I found it hard to get the clothing off them to begin with and that’s where my katanas’ came in handy for something other then fighting. Perhaps that thought was not necessary in a place such as this.

"You must be here as a surprise for your wife since she is not with you Sir. Are you buying her a kimono? We have some lovely colours in at the moment." Buying for my wife? Did she mean Misao? Wait, she had no idea who Misao was and my body grew tense as I was the one to come up with such a thought. It was instantly squashed. Misao as my wife? The thought was absolutely absurd. The idea was ridiculous and instantly I shook my head at it.

"I’m looking for a gift for an 18 year old girl."

"A girl?" The woman looked at me perplexed as I stared down at her with narrowed eyes as though daring her to comment on what I referred to Misao as, but watched as she smiled awkwardly at me instead. She then gestured for me to follow her to an area, which had different designs and colours of kimonos. I was already in hell as young women poked their heads around the screens as they changed into brand new kimonos and their new lingerie to suit them. That was more skin then what I needed to see on a stranger thank you very much!

"Well we already have some beautiful kimonos made up at the moment, so do you know her size?" Size…? Oh crap; trust me to forget something minimal like that as I stared around the shop trying to think up how to describe Misao. And then it clicked.

"She’s about this tall against me." I muttered as I placed my hand against my mid-chest area and watched as the woman let off a laugh. The frown on my face was evident while my green eyes turned narrow and icy at her. The temperature in this very store seemed to plummet dramatically.

"Not her height Sir. What I meant to say is what are her dimension?" Dimensions? What was she a package being delivered? "You know the contours of her hips, waist and bust. Do you know those sizes?" I don’t know if she saw, but my eyes widened at her straightforward words and instantly a not so unpleasant image of Misao naked with hair unbound and a flush on her cheeks rushed through my mind. Bad Shinomori, very bad territory you are running into.

"Her…size…?" I must have looked like the biggest idiot in Kyoto as I was utterly clueless about women’s clothing. Then a flash from the window caught my attention as I watched a woman dressed in a kimono walk past. She looked exactly like… Rushing out of the store I jumped from the wooden floorboards right in front of the woman and startled her as she let off a shrill scream and we both gained the attention of other pedestrians. As I stared down at her wide green eyes my hand instantly wrapped around her wrist.

"You will do just fine." And without further acknowledgement I was dragging the poor girl into the store and placed her in front of the wide eyed elderly woman who had helped me merely seconds ago.

"Her size is exactly like hers." I spoke sternly; trying not to admit to myself that I had just openly stared at the frightened woman and calculated that her curves were exactly like Misao’s even if they were hidden beneath layers of kimono cloth. I observed as the elderly woman pulled the shaken girl to the side and told her of my situation, in brief of course and so she accepted to be "the model" for me and headed behind a screen. I sat in a vacant chair looking bored as the woman came out in kimonos that went well with her eyes or hair colour. I knew for certain this was not my scene but the gift was a perfect idea. Misao was far too young for glittering trinkets and toys from the westerners and though she loved to indulge in their chocolates, I wanted her to have something she could keep for a lifetime even if she grew out of it. Hmm, not that she was growing any time soon. Quick, move off topic and grunt in disapproval at what this stranger was wearing.

"I’m sorry Sir we only have one kimono left in your wife’s…I mean your associates size." I eyed the brunette who looked frustrated as she stood in front of me.

"It looks terrible on you, its perfect. I’ll take it." Hmm, good choice of words there Shinomori, perhaps saying what I mean isn’t the best thing to do when I’m out numbered in a store full of women.

"I think what he means is that these colours would look better on his wife…I mean his associate." Yeah that’s exactly right, but keep saying wife and I might actually believe it. No, no, no, no, no, no…steer clear of emotions Shinomori. Wait, if I was trying to steer clear of them then what the hell was I doing in a woman’s store buying Misao her first kimono? Was I that eager to get her into it and then out of it that fast?

"Are you alright Sir?" Jerking my head up at the elderly woman I noticed she had wrapped the kimono and obi and…lingerie into a black box with a white ribbon tied around it. I stood up and grabbed it from her before pulling out coins to pay her for it. Man this present cut into my savings so it better be worth it in the end. I headed outside; bowing quietly to the women before turning to face the stranger that had helped me. She stood there as though waiting for thanks and yet I was being the macho bastard and refused to say a thing to her.

"Hmm, she must be special." Eyeing her quietly I watched as she walked closer towards me, a smile gesturing more then friendliness crossed her lips, as she looked me up and down.

"I’m jealous of this woman that has you buying her such a gift to woo her into courting with you." Courting with me? Wait that’s not it at all! I was just…

"You know a smile wouldn’t go astray on that handsome face of yours either." She quietly spoke as she openly showed affection in front of strangers as she placed a kiss against my cheek before quietly walking off. Don’t tell me I’d just had a whore model for me?!? Calm down Shinomori, you’re a man; you can deal with it and whose to know anyway? There is no one from the Aoiya around as they are all back at the Aoiya celebrating Misao’s birthday. Shit, its probably best if I head back now.

By the time I returned the party was in full swing and as I looked at the unconscious bodies littering the restaurant I found no Misao in sight. Odd seeing Misao was like the life and entertainment of the party at times. True I wasn’t one to stick around for functions but there was the odd time I had to save Misao from baring all to random customers as she said it was "too hot" in her summer yukata and shorts. And to think that was just last year too. I guess I was in for guard duty tonight as well. Walking around the main housing quarters I began to search for Misao’s ki and found the faint trace of it as it lead me to the garden.

"Misao…?" I called out, so she knew I was around and watched as she popped out from some bushes, cheeks flushed and her outfit askew. It was also apparent that her braided hair was coming loose as strands spiked up in different directions and dead leaves were stuck in it as well. So all in all, the young woman Misao was supposed to be was no where in sight. She was just little messy Misao and that made a small smirk rush across my lips. And because of the alcohol obviously rushing through her system as she stumbled towards me she didn’t even see it either.

"Ah, Aoshi-sama!" She howled happily and thrust her arms out as she hugged me around the waist. At the sudden onslaught of having a tipsy Misao in my arms and not knowing she’d be this bold the cardboard box containing Misao’s gift fell to the pebbled ground.

"Hmm, what’s this Aoshi-sama?" Misao had broken away from me and poked at the parcel as though it were going to attack her.

"Open it and find out." I watched as she clawed at the ribbon in a most adorable way before it pulled free and she lifted the lid to see a perfectly new kimono folded inside amongst silver tissue paper. I felt proud that I’d gone to the extreme of experiencing what women had to go through at needing kimonos…well sort of but watched as Misao’s ocean blue eyes stared up at my standing form.

"Are you a cross dresser Aoshi-sama?" Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

"No Misao. It’s your birthday gift…from me. I bought you…a kimono." I grounded out through clenched teeth. Note to self; kill all that dare thrust sake into Misao’s accepting hands. Her lips had parted as though she were silently going ‘ooooooooooh’ and then a bright smile broke onto her lips and shone brightly in her eyes as moonlight pelted down on her blue-black hair.

"Mine…? Hmm…it looks complicated." It probably was too hard for Misao to try on in her half-drunk state, but hey I could always help her.

"Would you Aoshi-sama?"

"Would I what?"

"Help me try it on?" Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, did I really say that out loud? Misao was now standing up, her tiny pale hands clutching my trench coat as she stared widely…innocently…up at me. Must not accept such an offer even if I absently made it without realising. Must not let desire win over rational thoughts. Must not allow Misao to take control of my slowly dying constraints against her ways. Must not…fuck…who was I kidding, I was half gone already.

"I think its time for you to sleep Misao." I spoke as I placed the parcel under my arm and instantly picked up the relenting Misao into my arms. I gritted my teeth as her head snuggled into my right shoulder and her arms wound around my neck.

"I’m not tired, though the thought of Aoshi-sama carrying me to bed does seem pretty good to me." Oh you have no idea Misao. Heading upstairs I made my way to Misao’s room and slid the shoji open before closing it shut. A lantern had already been lit and Misao’s futon was already resting on the ground and blankets pulled back ready for use.

"You should change Misao." I spoke quietly into her ear and felt a lump hitch in my throat as she ‘mmed’ into my throat before letting go of me. Oh thank Kami-sama for that. Did this little minx not have a single clue what her half-drunken ways were doing to me? Of course not, it was sweet and innocent Misao for crying out loud!

"Wanna see me in the kimono Aoshi-sama?" Her voice almost seemed shy and when I looked down into her pouting eyes, though slightly hazing, how could I say no to her? I made a slight nod of my head and watched Misao’s hands move towards me as she went under my trench coat. What the hell was she thinking?

"You have it don’t you Aoshi-sama?" I wondered whether Misao was playing me for a fool, to see what I would do if placed in such a situation with her. I was not one to be beaten and so I opened the box and unfolded the kimono for her. The obi rolled out, but I left the lingerie within the box. God only knows what I’d witness if Misao tried getting into those in her state. Instead she stumbled to her feet and the tie from her shirt fell loose as she pried it from her pearly skin. Crap, close eyes Shinomori! Yet there I was…eyes not listening to my brain as they continued to stare openly at Misao as the shirt fell to the wooden floorboards while she stood before me with her breasts bound. Instantly a little voice in my head cheered happily. She had breasts!

"Does it suit me Aoshi-sama?" I heard her voice, as she had done nothing but drape it over her slender shoulders and stand there in shorts before me. What to say to that?

"You know, you’re quite the perve not once turning your eyes from me while I started to undress. Do you realise that Aoshi-sama?" Blinking up at Misao I noticed two things instantly about her. She was not swaying and the haze in her eyes had suddenly disappeared. It was official…I’d been played for a fool indeed. It was all a game for Misao to lure me into her quarters. I was the moth…she the flame…and I fell for it big time. Speaking nothing, not being able to make coherent words escape my lips I watched Misao place her hands on her hips and a cocky smile on her lips.

"Who would have thought that the Shinomori Aoshi was such a perve." Frowning at that, my eyes grew icy as my right hand jerked out and grabbed a hold of Misao’s wrist pulling her to the ground and into me. She had gasped lightly in surprise at the sudden move and the fact her face…or more importantly her ruby lips were merely a hairs breath from my own.

"You dare tease your Okashira? You will be punished Misao." And with that, my control had snapped. I pried effortlessly on how strong I was, but to one person I was never strong enough. I’d finally lost to the woman I was currently claiming at this very moment. My lips taught hers to glide together as one as my tongue penetrated her mouth for the first time. Glorious was one word of putting it as I held onto Misao’s head, not once allowing her to break free until her lungs were aching for air. I lightly pulled away hearing her panting against my face; her chest heaving underneath the unbound kimono as her hands clutched at my shoulders.

"You are in for so much more…my dear flame…" I heard myself mutter as my lips instantly attacked the side of her neck. She made this sound between a shriek and a moan and I very much liked it. Not too girlie and not too masculine, just purely Misao.

While my lips were at play, my hands soon found Misao’s slender arms as I pulled the kimono from her smooth skin. She sighed lightly, glad the heavy material was drawn away from her suddenly burning skin as she tilted her head to the side to allow me to roam further over her neck. At first it was just lips and gentle pecks, but now, as Misao’s arms wound around my neck I had added the caress of my tongue and little bites against her skin making her arms flex and hold onto me tighter. She had no idea what she was in store for, but I would certainly pay her back for playing with me all this time.

Pulling away I made a shushing noise at the mewling she was making in complaint I had left her high and dry. At that I felt myself chuckle before lying Misao down on her futon. As I looked her over, face flushed from the onslaught of attention I was currently giving her, my eyes trialed down her heavily breathing chest to the hidden apex between her clenched thighs. Ah, my home…

"What did you wish for on your birthday Misao?" Her eyes snapped open, confusion burning within those ocean pools as to why the hell I was asking such a question like that now. Her mouth parted as though to answer but I wouldn’t allow it as I leaned over and placed my lips gently against hers. This time the kiss wasn’t so rushed and was raw with passion instead. I needed for her to feel what I was feeling and without asking for permission her lips had parted under mine and her right hand clenched the strands of my hair. Ah, my little one was learning so fast.

"If you tell me Misao, your wish won’t come true." I muttered as I pulled away once more and headed south. Remember when I said I was never good at removing clothing, well now I was staring openly at Misao’s heaving chest covered in bandage wraps. Curses, where was my katanas when I needed them most? Lifting my eyes to stare at half lidded ones I straddled Misao’s petite figure and looked down upon her blushing form.

"Are you fond of these wraps Misao?" I questioned her as I found a certain weapon glinting in the moonlight as Misao had left her shutters open and a kunai lying carelessly on the ground.

"Wh-What?" She muttered but the silence of the room was shattered as cloth ripped from her body and burst open to reveal even more scrumptious skin…and perfectly rounded plump skin at that. I watched her eyes widened, but a gasp could never escape her lips when I placed my index finger against them.

"Don’t be shy Misao, let go and be free with me." Probably not the most romantic thing to say at such a time for a young woman’s first time, but screw the romance I was ready for action. And by Misao’s moans and pants and wantonness…so was she. By now I’d thrown my trench coat from my warm body and heard it thud against the floor. Hmm, I hope that book was okay as that cost – wait a minute – what the hell was I thinking about at a time like this? Back to Misao. At that my lips never reached hers and greedily went straight to her chest as I lightly kissed her lavender scented skin.

"Mm Aoshi-sama…" I heard her whisper softly as she stroked her fingers languidly through my hair. That was definitely a sound I wanted to hear from her lips. Right, now it was time to insert tongue into this action as well.

"Ah! Oooooooooh Aoshi-samaaaaaaaaaaa!" Even better…though I could do without the ‘sama’. I’ll ween her off of it somehow, but instead of remaining on that thought I headed further south, my hands coming into play as I released the clench in Misao’s thighs so I could remove her shorts. It didn’t take long before Misao’s body relaxed under my experienced hands as I began to toy with her nerves. She twitched and thrust into my hand, but I was having too much fun playing with her very jewel and didn’t want her to be thrown over the edge and into release just yet. I was now the flame…and she the moth and she’d have to wait for me to scold her and throw her over the edge before going any further. I looked up, as she lay sprawled on the futon before me. Quite the sight indeed. Who was the master now Misao? At that I felt a wicked grin form on my lips before moving forward to smell her heady scent. She was making me delirious for sure and instantly I was drawn towards her as I placed my mouth against her. She had shrieked at this new contact, one hand slapping over her mouth while the other pulled at my jet-black hair. True it was quite painful, the tugging she was doing as she was probably ripping out some strands, but she seemed confused as to whether she wanted me to stay or pull away. That of course was the exact reaction I was looking.

"Mmmmmmmm…" Misao muffled into her hand as I pulled away to gaze upon the thin sheen of sweat forming against her flushed skin. I had left her on the brink of orgasm and with one index finger I skimmed the rim of her most private sanctuary and slipped it inside, watching as her eyes widened at the intrusion of her nether regions. It didn’t take me long to get her moaning and withering on the bed as I added my middle finger and began moving them in and out. Taking in a deep breath of the sexual heat Misao was creating in her sleeping quarters I knew it wouldn’t be long before my body would cave into this desire.

I felt my lips curve as Misao lifted up her hips, drawing my fingers inside of her as her walls clamped around them sensually. She was soooooooo close that I had to do the bastardly act and pull them out. She whimpered loudly at the loss, dark orbs flickering open to stare passionately up at me as she silently pleaded with me to stop toying with her. I kneeled before her, gazing my hungry eyes down her naked body and knew from the impatient twitch against my inner thighs meant no more playing around. She was ready…I was ready…and there was no way I’d stop now.

I found it slightly strange stripping in front of Misao as she lay against her futon openly looking at my naked and scared body. I think this was the first time I’d ever laid my entire body bare for a single woman to gaze upon. In pleasure houses I’d very rarely undress and just fuck the woman senseless, as I was still dressed in my onmitsu outfit. After all I’d be gone as soon as the sunlight hit the horizon. With Misao, who openly gazed at me, love constantly in her eyes and her arms open for me to lay upon her I felt my heart give away to this very 18 year old.

Positioning myself over Misao, I glided my greedy hands up her thighs as I lifted them to sit in the crux of my elbow joins as she lay spread before me, gasping with need as I rested against her opening. Daaaaaaaaaamn she was tight and I closed my eyes as I placed my lips hungrily against hers and took her in one swift move. She made a hitch like noise against in her throat, her nails digging into my skin, but no tears broke from her eyes. Was she trying to be tough in my presence and not ruin the moment?

Pulling slightly away she heaved for air and adjusted herself slightly against me, which made me grunt into the cool night air. I would imagine she didn’t know just how sensitive I was at this very moment. Instead I began a slow sensual rhythm of rocking against her, hearing those little mewling noises escape her lips as the fluid moves grew stronger and faster with need.

"I wanted…you…to notice me…that is all…" Misao gasped beneath me as I sat up on my shins, her body still on the futon, her legs spread open wide and I plummeting into her depths with deeper and wilder strokes. Hmm, I suppose she was referring to her wish and so I grinned into the darkness of the night as I rode Misao with no mercy. She would truly be sore tomorrow, but I’d be sure to apologise in the sensual way that involved my lips sometime tomorrow. Right now though it was time to concentrate all my efforts on allowing Misao to erupt into her very first orgasm after not allowing her to do so twice before already. To say she was super sensitive was a bloody understatement. At least I was happy she was quite the fast learner and it even surprised me she had lifted herself up onto her elbows and her head was tilted back. My hands clasped her hips having full control of our strokes and she didn’t seem to mind one bit as she indulged in the constant plunges I was currently engaging against her core.

"Oh…god…Aoshi…sama…I’m gunna…I’m gunna…" There was no need to tell me little one for your walls were speaking for you. If she was already tight, her walls were constricting my movements as she began to milk me. She screamed at the top of her lungs, finally gaining the release she’d been desiring for…hmm…two years perhaps? This was just too damn good and I burst into Misao’s womb and then fell on top of her, hearing her grunt lightly as her arms wound around my shoulders wanting to catch me and hold me close.

It was a given fact that I’d never felt so spent in my life then right at that very moment. Misao’s shaking legs dropped to the futon as she panted heavily against my shoulder. I was probably crushing the poor woman…my woman now…and yet I couldn’t move…didn’t want to move from my home. Closing my eyes I heard Misao mutter my name without the ‘sama’ and a smile fluttered across my lips. The pieces of my fragile heart were being repaired as I remained in the arms of Misao.

# The next day #

Humming made my eyebrow twitch as I adjusted my eyes to the sunlight streaming through the shutters. Instantly the memory of last night came back to me as for one I was not in my sleeping quarters, two I was not in my futon and three I was looking at Misao as she tied the black obi around her waist.

"Am I the first to buy you a kimono Misao?"

"Well good morning to you too." She spoke with a smile on her lips and a certain womanly glow on her face. I’d done that to her. Me and no one else.

"And don’t act all nonchalant about this either Aoshi-sama. You’re my first in everything." She confessed with a light flush against her cheeks before fully turning around to show off the midnight blue kimono to me. She padded softly over, as I still lay in her futon and watched as she kneeled down and placed a kiss against my forehead. Damn…why wasn’t it elsewhere.

"So how does it look?"

"I bought it Misao, so of course it’s going to look good." I openly confessed and watched her let off a light laugh at that. In the back of my mind I absently wondered why wasn’t she sore at all. I’d taken her non too lightly last night as I wanted her to feel everything within me as I pleasured her non stop until her body begged for release as it couldn’t take much more of being played like a fine instrument.

"I’ll take that as some twisted compliment that I look good in it." True, it did look good on her, but I’d rather her out of it for sure.

"You are a hidden pervert Aoshi-sama." Huh?

"Don’t try and deny that you want to tear it off me right at this very moment." Shinomori, you have got to stop saying these perverted thoughts aloud. Where the hell had my control gone? Staring over at Misao’s flushed face, I sat up and drew her towards me once more. Oh right…this was where my control had gone, straight to the owlishly blinking Misao as I tugged lightly at her obi. Could you say I was quite the greedy lover, as I wanted more of Misao even though it hadn’t even been 24 hours yet?

"So shall I grant you your wish then Misao?" I huskily voiced hotly into her ear and felt her shudder against me.

"If this is…your way of…wanting to court me Aoshi-sama…I accept." Misao murmured lightly back and I pulled away to cup her face.

"Courting is gone Misao, we’ve already overstepped that, but I’m certain you won’t find any other man that can please you like me." Her eyes widened at my bold egotistical words, something I never did and then I claimed her lips as the kimono was taken off her skin in an instant. She was mine…all mine and I grinned against her neck as I nibbled at her skin.

"Wait…Aoshi-sama…I…" I groaned and pulled away from her addictive skin and stared down at her hazed eyes.

"How’d you know my size?" Oh great, what kind of freaking question was that at a time like this?

"Um…" I began and then froze as I looked over at the window as storm clouds began to form in the sky. Rain meant staying indoors. It meant being cooped up in this very room with Misao. Hmm, should I tell her the truth or try and make her forget? Why was I even contemplating the damn thought? It was easily solved as I began to ravish Misao. She’d forget soon enough as her creamy coloured body reacted to mine.

Ah, what a turn around this was.

Happy Birthday my dear Misao.

# The End #