Anna makes it back to the room and Tsuzuki seeks "comfort" from her. Surreal lemon for everyone.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Wet Dreams:
Anna made it back to the room.
“I’m back, just like I promised. It didn’t go as planned, though. Had a couple of hold-ups. Probably shouldn’t have left, right?” Dark Silence. Anna looked around.
“Asato-kun? You still here? Hello?” She slowly walked inside. Her mind tried to force out the worst.
“/Maybe he’s just asleep./” She walked in closer.
“Asato-kun,” she whispered. “You asleep?” Suddenly, the woman spotted something in the dark. A pair of violet eyes stared back at her. Anna began to relax.
“Oh there you are,” she said. “You had me worried for a second.” Tsuzuki said nothing. His eyes were kept on her. Anna’s face dropped.
“Asato-kun? Are you okay?” She didn’t get an answer. Tsuzuki just rushed forward and grabbed her by the waist. He forced a kiss on her lips. Anna looked on confused.
“/What is he doing?/” she thought. But, the woman didn’t stop him. Instinct told her not to.
“/He needs this right now./”
Tsuzuki didn’t stop kissing her. He lifted her by the waist and placed her onto the bed. Anna watched him in silence. It didn’t take long for her to figure out what was going on.
Tsuzuki grabbed at her sleeveless frilly green top when Anna gently arrested his wrists. Tsuzuki looked at her with heavy clouded eyes. She gave him a sympathetic smile.
“I know what you want,” she whispered. “I will be here for you always. Take everything you want from me to feel better.” Tsuzuki only stared at her. Anna softly let go of his wrists. Tsuzuki grabbed onto her shirt and took his time rolling it off. His beloved lifted her arms to help. The shirt found its way to the floor.
Tsuzuki untied the hotel’s robe her had on and slid it off. Anna looked surprised that he wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The Shinigami kissed her again on the lips. This time, Anna kissed back. Her lover’s hands strayed down to her waist. He unzipped her black shorts and slid them off. They too hit the floor.
He lightly kissed her on the lips once again. Anna held him tight her body. Tsuzuki slipped tongue into her waiting mouth. The woman reciprocated with care. Tsuzuki’s hands slowly went behind her back. His fingers found her lacy white bra and took their time unhooking it. Anna whimpered in his mouth as he slowly slid the lace and silk off. The bra found its way to the floor as well.
His hands moved along her curves to her hips. He grabbed onto her cotton orange and yellow panties. Tsuzuki glanced up as if to get permission. Anna gave him a little nod.
“It’s okay, I’m here for you,” her eyes told him. The Shinigami slid down her panties and pushed her pale thighs apart.
Stormy tonight. A sinner roamed the streets in a drunken haze. His years of pain and sorrow burned him out. He had done horrible things in his life. He could never wash the blood off of his hands. Alcohol was the only way to cure his pain. But, it just made it worse.
Everyone hated him. They mocked and abused the man. They saw him as a monster. No one welcomed him with open arms. The man was lost in his tragic abyss.
On this night however, warmth drew him inside. The man spotted a light up in the distance. He walked towards it as if in a trance. The singing was far off, as if in another world that only he could hear. The man kept walking as if he was going home.
He came to this gold and white temple. The sinner blinked many times. The pristine temple invited him inside. At first, the man was uncertain. He thought his own filth would ruin such beauty. But this temple seemed so warm. So loving. So forgiving…
Pretty soon, the man was inside the temple. The statues were gold and carved out of Amaterasu, Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto, Izanami-no-Mikoto, and images of many other goddesses. The sinner felt his heart pounding against his chest. He leaned in and kissed Konohanasakuya-hime on the lips. The gold felt cold. The sinner gently pulled away and stroked the statue’s cheek.
“My goddess,” he murmured. “Make me pure. Make me pure!” The sinner knelt down to her the other statues.
“I am a murderer! I have killed… many people. I… I… I… I am a monster!” He broke down into tears. A gentle hand caressed his head. The sinner still cried.
“Fix me! My goddess, hear me! Fix me! Make me pure!” he pleaded over and over again. His tears touched the rice white floor.
Anna let Tsuzuki sleep in her arms as she stroked his hair.