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Chapter Thirty-One: Anniversary Plans:

August 26th, 2009. Amaya cleaned up the kitchen for the morning. Suddenly, she felt a strong pair of arms embrace her from behind.

“Whoa!” she said in a giggle. The woman felt herself being lifted up and carried into the bathroom. Amaya laughed the whole way.

“Shichiro!” she exclaimed. “You naughty boy!” Her husband sat her on the sink counter. The professor had hungry fox eyes again. He licked his lips at her.

“Oh professor!” Amaya cooed. “We just did it earlier!”

“I know,” he replied. “But I want to talk about our anniversary.”

“Ooo, what about it?” she asked. He kissed her on the lips. She happily kissed her back. The man slowly pulled away. He smirked at her.

“How would you like to get away this year?” he asked as he slid off her black t-shirt. Her eyes lit up bright.

“Really? Where?” she asked.

“Oh,” he said as the shirt hit the floor. “I know a secret couple’s retreat in Kyoto.” His hands rubbed all over her bare skin.

“Ooo, go on!” she whimpered. Her husband glanced at her.

“With which?” he asked. “The trip or this?” Shichiro’s hands went up to her breasts. Amaya closed her eyes to take him in.

“Both!” she whimpered.

“You sure?” he asked.

“YES!” his wife cried out. Shichiro smirked at her.

“Okay then,” he said. His hands found her strapless red bra. His fingers curved around the lace. Shichiro began to free the hooks. His wife moaned.

“Oh baby!” she whimpered.

“As I was saying,” her husband went on as he slid off the bra. “Beautiful retreat.” The bra joined her shirt.

“Nice hot springs.” He slid off his own shirt. Amaya licked her lips at his body.

“/Oh my! Has he been working out lately?/” she thought. Her cheeks reddened. Shichiro chuckled at her. His hands found her skirt.

“We can order room service.” The masculine hands unzipped the feminine skirt.

“Plus, we’ll have parties for two.” Skirt falls to his feet below.

“Mmm,” his wife spoke up. “Any kills?”

“Oh yes!” His hands played with the sides of her white and red frilly panties. Shichiro glanced at her.

“You want me to take these off, don’t you?”

“Yes! Tell more about the kills!”

He smiled and shook his hand at her. “Sorry, those are part of tour present. You don’t want me to spoil that, do you?”

“Please don’t tease me like this!”

“To which—this or the kills?”

“Both! Oh!”

Her husband smirked as he grabbed onto her panties. “Sorry I can’t tell you about the kills.”

She whimpered at him. Shichiro smirked at her.

“But, I can give you this.” He slowly rolled down her panties. Amaya spread her legs for him. Shichiro’s smile dimmed a bit.

“But we have a slight problem.”

Amaya looked at him oddly. “What?”

He unfastened and unzipped his jeans. “Yes. The Shinigami are involved. But, don’t worry.”

“Why?”

“The little one has unsettled feelings about his partner. The kitsune showed all of this earlier this morning. I plan to use his emotions to my advantage.”

He dropped his jeans. “As for her partner, I’m going to deal with him through the people he loves! What say you to that?”

Amaya looked on with a wide open mouth and burning red cheeks. Shichiro wan’t wearing any boxers. She only nodded at him. Her husband smirked at her.

“Good girl.” Then, Shichiro stepped forward and nailed her. He didn’t even reveal the best part: the part with Anna. No, that was the sore surprise itself. Now why would he ruin that? Can’t focus on that. He had a mistress-wife to pleasure. This high commanded him to.

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