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sophcaro · 4 years

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Warriors | WMatsui - Chapter 29

Jurina peeled her eyes open, relaxed beyond any feeling she had ever known. A dim morning light penetrated through the outdoor fusuma; it was barely sunrise. Jurina tilted her head to her left, and observed the beautiful woman lying naked beside her. Her protector was on her back, eyes closed, her chest slowly rising and falling, her breathing steady as she was peacefully asleep.

The bedcover rested over her chest, covering her breasts but tantalizing her with a peek of naked flesh. Her long dark hair spilled over the pillow and her face, contrasting sharply with her pale face. Jurina was unable to look away, her thoughts and emotions in a jumble. She had longed to touch and possess her body more intimately, and last night, it became reality. Pride and satisfaction swelled in her at the accomplishment, but at the same time, she felt a twinge of vulnerability.

She had laid with a few women in the past, but never had she experienced what transpired between them.

Her protector brought out of her a softer side that she didn’t often expose. How come her protector had such an influence on her? Long gone were her initial feelings of distrust and animosity towards her. As days turned into weeks and transformed into months, she felt more and more irresistibly drawn to one who had been assigned as her protector. At first, she believed it was merely physical attraction, before realizing she was in the wrong. There was something else between them she had difficulty describing.

Her protector moaned in her sleep and turned to the other side, the bedcover sliding down to her waist. She wanted to run her fingers over the smooth expanse of skin showing. By the subtle change in her breathing, Jurina could tell she was slowly awakening. She edged closer on the futon. She slipped her hand beneath the covers, wrapping her arm around her midriff. For an instant, her protector’s body tensed and she thought she’d pull away. Then she felt her ease up. Holding her, she buried her nose in her hair and drew in a breath, filling her lungs with the sweet scent of her. Her body felt soft and engaging against her. She had to fight the urge to tighten her hold even more.

Jurina’s heart pounded. The impact her protector had on her didn’t only make her vulnerable: it also destabilized her. This was such unknown territory for her.

She leaned forward and took a small nip of her exposed neck, testing the waters. As she didn’t receive any resistance to her ministrations, she grew bolder. Her hand explored her protector’s ribs, her stomach, rediscovering every inch of her smooth skin. The sweet whimpers she received in response ignited another spike of desire within her. She moved her hand across the bottom boundaries of her breasts, and contemplated her next move, wavering between conflicted feelings. Could she afford to let loose of her overwhelming need to possess her again, or should she better control her ardor?

“Maybe I should stop,” she whispered in her ear - trying to sound confident - but already regretting her words.

Her protector turned halfway around in her embrace. Whether she caught the uncertainty of her voice, she didn’t say. Her protector’s gaze was riveted on her face, studying her intently, and she cupped her chin between her fingers. She brought her mouth close to hers, and gently kissed her. The feather-like touch of her lips sent her aflame, more persuasive than she cared to admit. Jurina’s gaze bore into her in expectation, eager to reclaim them.

“I…” After what seemed a moment’s hesitation, her protector kissed her again, more deeply. Her eyes were no longer weary with sleep, the light of desire illuminating her dark brown orbs. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”

Jurina’s eyes gleamed, sparkling with heat. Her mouth swooped down to capture hers, and they shared another kiss, full of passion. She smothered her lips with demanding mastery, her protector’s lips parted. Her tongue slipped inside, teasing, tasting, exploring. When she withdrew her mouth from hers, she stared in her smoldering eyes for a beat. Her protector gave her a heavy look of lust that sent her pulses racing.

Jurina moved her hair to one side and placed a few lush kisses down her neck, starting behind her ear and moving down her shoulder. Her protector attempted to turn around completely to face her, but Jurina wouldn’t allow it. Despite her protector’s confusion, she gently but firmly made her regain her previous position and pressed her front to her back, trapping her body in another embrace.

She nibbled playfully on her earlobe, eliciting another lewd sound, while her right hand roamed intimately over her breasts. Her protector tilted her head in her direction, and Jurina joined her mid-way, pressing her lips to her. Her hand continued to move on her breasts, expertly massaging, stimulating them. By the way her nipples quickly firmed under her touch, she realized her protector was particularly excited.

Removing her hand from her chest, she pulled the bedcover down. Her hand explored the soft lines of her waist, her hip, and traveled down between her thighs. Her protector shuddered in anticipation, and she didn’t wait. This morning, her instincts were telling her there was no use to take things slowly. She parted her legs slightly, and dipped a finger between the pink folds. When she felt how wet and hot she was, Jurina’s heart gave a wide lurch and arousal pulsed through her veins.

She eased a finger inside, her vision narrowing when her protector let out a moan and rocked against her hand. Slipping a second finger inside her, she placed her thumb against her clit and stroked lightly. She circled the hard little nub before pressing on it. As more wetness flowed from her protector’s body, she pushed her fingers deeper, moving them in and out at a steady rhythm.

Her protector was panting, little gusts of breath that let her know she was enjoying it. She squeezed her clit harder, before pressing her thumb against the bundle of nerves and plunging her fingers deep inside her. Her protector had gripped the bedsheet, her lips trying hard to suppress another moan. She continued to stroke her and increased the pressure and speed of her fingers, knowing she was close. By every minute, Jurina found it harder to ignore her own aching burn growing stronger in the pit of her stomach.

At last, she clenched on her fingers, the tight ring of muscles vibrating with an intense orgasm. Jurina pushed deeper inside her, flicking her thumbnail over her clit at the same time. Arching her body against her hand, her protector buried her face in the pillow to muffle a scream as she pulsed against her fingers, and crashed over the edge of ecstasy a second time. As she whimpered softly and went limp in her arms, Jurina let her ride out the waves of pleasure, before slowly extricating her fingers from her.

Jurina’s body throbbed with pent up lust, her climax on the verge. Opening her legs, she reached for her nether regions to touch herself, swimming in desperate and building urgency. Her protector turned around, catching her in the act. She looked at her with half-lidded eyes, lips red and swollen and curled into a small smile. Jurina didn’t have time to proceed, that she had gently removed her hand and replaced it with her own. She didn’t show hesitation as she slid a finger into the moist warmth between her thighs, and into the slick folds of flesh. Jurina shut her eyes close and let out a low, feral growl, rocking her hips as the pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

Her protector pumped her finger in and out of her, the slow pace driving her to the brink of insanity. Jurina wrapped her hand around her wrist, urging her to move her finger quicker in her. Understanding the message conveyed, she moved faster. Stimulating all the right places, she added a second digit. Blissful pleasure built and tightened all Jurina’s muscles until she thought she’d burst. She couldn’t deny her body its sweet release any longer. A few more thrusts were all she needed to convulse around her. Her body spasmed; electric thrills washed through her as she felt wave after wave assault her senses.

For a moment, she drifted, glowing with the aftermath, listening to her frantically beating heart. After a little while, the futon shifted beside her, and Jurina felt a pair of lips on hers. They laid side to side, sharing lazy kisses and slow caresses. Rather than being awkward, Jurina felt at ease with the simplicity of the intimacy shared, welcoming it when her protector rested her head on her shoulder. Jurina felt her own breathing slowing, calm in a way she’d not known in a long time, if ever. Her eyelids again felt heavy. She heard her protector falling asleep and she couldn’t resist joining her, letting her head fall against her in her last stream of consciousness.

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“Rena-san, are you here?”

The soft knocking on the door woke Jurina from her sleep. She immediately recognized the voice, even through the haze of slumber. Kashiwagi-san. She let out a groan. First, she had gotten her claws on her innocent sister. Now, she messed up with her precious private time with her protector. Why did that woman had to intrude in every aspect of her life? She forced her eyes open, only to throw her arm over her eyes at the bright light inundating the bedroom. She stole a peek at her protector; she hadn’t moved an inch, visibly still absorbed in a heavy slumber. Right now, Jurina was seriously considering mimicking her and ignoring the distraction.

A second, more insistent, knock told her otherwise.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but it’s already late and…” Yuki’s voice trailed away, filled with uncertainty.

Jurina couldn’t take it any longer; she shoved the bedcover aside and took a seat on the futon, facing the door. Through the fusuma, she distinguished the feminine silhouette of the woman who had dared disturb her peaceful sleep. Maybe if she didn’t answer, she would give up and walk away? That could work, right?

“Y-Yuki-san?” Behind her back, her protector’s sleepy mumble reached her. “Did I hear Yuki-san knocking at the door?”

Jurina wanted so badly to reply that it was the fruit of her imagination, but a little voice inside her head told her it wouldn’t be right to lie.

“That woman is something.” Jurina gritted between her teeth. Resolute, she stood up, not bothering to put clothes on, and padded bare feet to the front door.

“What?!” She asked, after she swung the door open.

“Oh, W-Watanabe-san…”

The kyudo instructor’s mouth dropped, stupor written all over her face. Despite Jurina’s annoyance at her presence, a sparkle of amusement flashed through her eyes. The woman facing her was forcing herself to keep her gaze at an appropriate level, and not look down at her nakedness.

“So, what do you want?” Jurina placed her hand on the doorjamb and stared at her, irritation gripping her once more. “We were sleeping, so you better have a good reason for disturbing us.”

“I apologize for waking you up, but the trainees were worried,” Yuki stammered. Noticing Jurina’s confusion, she quickly continued. “The kenjutsu lesson. When Rena-san didn’t show up in the dojo, a few trainees got concerned by her absence, and wondered if the lesson had been cancelled. I wasn’t aware of any other obligation Rena-san had to attend this morning, so I feared she might be unwell.”

“No, she’s fine. Let the others know she’ll arrive when she’s ready.” Jurina gave a nonchalant wave of her hand. “Goodbye, Kashiwagi-san.”

Jurina shut the door close, and returned to the futon. She laid down, well decided to put that brief encounter at the back of her head and sleep, only to witness her protector’s shocked expression. “That woman has no shame.” She pretended to not notice it and made herself comfortable again, pulling the cover up her body. “Disturbing us for nothing.”

“N-nothing? I’m late for my lesson!” Rena shot up and out of the futon, rushing to take her clothes. “How could that happen?” She almost tripped as she slipped into her hakama, her fingers fumbling with the belt. “I can’t even imagine what Yuki-san must think of me.” She murmured, horrified. “And she saw you naked! How could you answer to the door in such an undressed state?!”

“Don’t worry, she didn’t look.” Jurina shrugged it off. “And the trainees can wait. It’s not as if the lesson can start without you.” She added, proud of her joke. The stern look she received in return told her she didn’t share her sense of humor.

“You better get up and dress up to join the lesson.”

Jurina fell pensive, watching as her protector finished tying her hakama, and picked up her kimono from the chair. “Wouldn’t it look suspicious if we both arrived at the same time?” Her mouth crooked into a smirk. “What will the other trainees think?”

As realization dawned, the kenjutsu instructor went pale. “A-Alright, you may arrive a bit late.” Her fingers worked clumsily on closing her kimono, as she tried to compose herself. “But don’t take too long. It would be improper if you missed the lesson.”

“Why not?” Jurina propped herself on her elbow, not caring if the bedcover slid down her waist. “I have my own private lessons.” Her smile widened. “They are far enough.”

Another long, silent disapproving stare.

“Fine, I’ll arrive after you.” Jurina sighed in a laid back, almost nonchalant way. When she noticed the way her protector’s gaze traveled down the length of her body from her face, over her exposed breasts, her eyebrows arched mischievously. “You’re sure you don’t want to come back to bed?” Jurina peeled back the bedcover, and held it back in invitation. “You still look sleepy to me. You should rest a little longer.”

Her protector gave her a knowing look. “Something is telling me we don’t have the same definition of rest.”

“Probably not,” Jurina grinned unapologetically.

Her protector shook her head with an amused smile. She marched straight towards the front door and paused, glancing over her shoulder. Jurina watched her attentively, sensing by the way her mouth opened and closed a few times that she wished to add something. “I don’t regret it,” she said at last, softly but seriously. “I’ll expect you in the dojo. Please don’t take too long, Jurina.”

Jurina was caught off guard, and followed her retreating form as she slowly exited the bedroom, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Jurina. For the first time, she had spoken to her without using any honorifics. Her face split into a wide smile; an odd, warm sensation fluttered through her chest. Jurina groaned, and buried her face into the pillow. Her reaction was silly and childish. It was only a trivial thing. So why did it fill her with such strange happiness?

#wmatsui #matsui jurina #matsui rena #wmatsui fanfic #SKE48 #Kashiwagi Yuki #AKB48 #Warriors #chapter 29

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thecenteroftheheart · 4 years

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J04 - Sing me a song

Name: Shani

Age: 20

Sign: Aquarius

Affiliation: Currently none.

Biography:

Long ago, humans and monsters were fighting each other. It was a bloody war and both sides suffered losses in general. The monsters, however, came out victorious. With this victory, they became owners, humans became their slaves.

Monsters, despite of their new position of power, had a strict code for the handling of their slaves. Some people would even say that the outcome of the war made the world way more peaceful than has ever been.

All the slaves belong to the Kingdom, but they are assigned to a citizen since birth. There's movements in order to free the humans, but most citizens are against it. Getting romantically involved with your slave is taboo, but happens quite often. Humans are connected by a magical bracelet with their masters, when they have one. Monsters are allowed to have several humans linked to them, especially when they're of noble birth. Once the master dies, the human can't belong to anyone else, unless the King himself approves of it. It is very rare, however, for a monster to die before their human, as their lives is way longer.

But that's exactly what happened to Shani.

Her Master, a famous monster scientist, died while working in one of his inventions. Now she's a stray, going from place to place. Maybe, just maybe, if some other monster take a liking on her she might have a new home?

Headcanons:

- Shani is a rare mage-type of human. She can perform healing magic by producing music. She usually plays a flute or sings to make this happen. The more harmonious her music is, the most powerful the healing will be.

- She wasn't around when her Master died, so she blames herself for his death. He always treated her with respect and patience and was the closest image of a father she ever had.

- For reproduction, humans are matched by their masters, usually taking in consideration the social rank, health and natural abilities. Pro-human rights monsters allow their slaves to choose their partners.

- For Shani's singing voice I am using this girl, her live action version is Matsui Jurina, (as most of my muses. Lol)

#J04 #profiles #undertale rp #undertale oc #art isn't mine

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shi-nani-gans · 5 years

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A Review of AKB48

AKB48 is a Japanese idol group most well known for their many, many members. AKB48 is the umbrella name given to all of the girls, however every province in Japan has their own idol group within AKB48 with varying popularity. Unsurprisingly, the Tokyo branch of AKB48 is the most popular of all of the branches. AKB48′s Heavy Rotation is arguably their most famous song, with their music video garnering 157 million views on Youtube as of March, 2020. However, just like the name of the song, the group is very much in heavy rotation, rotating through girls at a high rate. The Majority of the girls shown in the music video are now retired, or as the fans say ‘graduated,’ and have been replaced with younger girls. Although there is no official age cap, girls who pass a certain age are encouraged to graduate so that the group can ensure a youthful, innocent appearance. Furthermore, many girls choose to graduate so that they can pursue a career and date, as dating is not allowed under any circumstances within the group. Idol culture is very strict in Japan, especially towards young girls. The majority of the fans of these groups are older, single men. The idols are providing a fantasy to these men of innocent girl-like charm, and if the girl is dating it shatters that fragile fantasy. Being an idol also isn’t a long term career. Often, it’s seen as a short-term job, employing girls as young as 12, and then graduating them once they’re in their late 20s. Currently, the oldest idol in AKB48 is 29, while in contrast with many male idol groups where the average ages are 40+.

In addition to these problematic practices, AKB48 is very well known for their ranking system, where fans can vote for their favorite girl in what is called the general election. They have an annual crowning ceremony where the top 100 girls are given special seats and fight for the coveted 1st place. Currently, the most popular girl is Rino Sashihara, who retired in 2019 but won consecutively for the last two years. At an unprecedented turn of events, the general election wasn’t held in 2019. It’s speculated that they held off the competition due to many of the top girls either graduating or leaving for K-pop, leaving the second most popular, Jurina Matsui, with little to no competition.

#blogpost

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mnetruinedmylife · 5 years

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MJ3 Clones

Based upon a tumblr post that I can no longer find (the link is dead)

https://callmeawota.tumblr.com/post/85499142124/what-if-prison-hope-was-just-a-prison-full-of

What if in Majisuka Gakuen 3, Prison Hope is just a dumping ground for out-of-control government clones of the MG1-5 cast?

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The story begins the way it ends – in a dreary ramshackle pub sandwiched between two concrete buildings.

Two people sit on opposite sides of the tattered booth couches, a middle aged man with peppered hair in a grey suit, and a young woman with in bob haircut and a pair of wiry spectacles. The man appears friendly, fingers strumming on the splintered wooden tables, sipping on piss-poor beer in a questionably murky mug, while the woman eyes the stack of papers in front of her dubiously.

“That’s it?” she asks, skimming through the sheet in front of her, “You’ll give me thirty million yen for some skin and blood samples?”

“That’s all there is to it Maeda-san,” the man replies smoothly, “Just sign the contract and we’ll have a team come to collect the samples at your convenience, and the money will be deposited in your account on that very day.”

Now Maeda Atsuko may be a former yankee-delinquent, and she might not have been the most studious student in her schooling career, but she definitely isn’t stupid. There has got to be more to this than what they’re telling her, and that’s not even counting what they could possibly be planning to do with her DNA samples. News articles about scientific research looking at what caused all of the random abilities that started popping up in people about thirty or so years ago flash through her mind. Abilities like Black’s super speed, Gekikara’s endurance and Torigoya’s psychic hypnosis.

Atsuko never thought she had an ability, because in her mind, super strength has always been associated with lifting trucks and buildings, and she definitely cannot do that. Then that news article came out about some big scandal where a medical company was found to be experimenting on people with abilities, trying to replicate them. In particular the story was focused on a girl who had augmented strength, nothing flashy like the movies and TV shows, just strong enough to have a weird discrepancy between her muscle-mass and the amount of power she could exert. The realisation hits Atsuko like a train – a girl her size probably shouldn’t be able to hit as hard, or get up after taking so many hits like she does. She cuts back on the cage fighting, and the bodyguard jobs after that. No need to be flashing ‘I’m a powered person!’ sign with neon lights over her head. Apparently that didn’t work out too well because there’s a supposed government agent sitting across from her trying to get her DNA samples.

“And what exactly are you going to do with the samples?”

“I’m afraid that’s classified Maeda-san. You needn’t worry yourself over trivialities like that. Rest assured that whatever happens won’t be your responsibility at all.”

Long story short, there isn’t a single good thing that can come from giving this shady (potentially non-government, because who is this cheap-beer-drinking guy think he’s fooling?) organisation her DNA.

But it’s not like she has much of a choice.

As it turns out, being arrested and charged for assault doesn’t do much for job prospects. Particularly when there’s been a colourful history of violence and delinquency before that. So no matter how hard she studied, Atsuko never quite managed to land that job as a nurse. Casual retail work, and odd cash-in-hand jobs barely manage to keep her afloat all these years, but now…a hand subconsciously ghosts down to her stomach…she’s not feeding one anymore.

The choice isn’t difficult to make.

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Atsuko assumes that they’re using her DNA to study and replicate abilities.

She’s dead wrong.

This company has decidedly bigger aspirations.

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Project Beginnings and Subject MA#071091 Alias: Atsuko| Parent DNA: Maeda Atsuko |

Time Stamp Nineteen Hundred Hours. Subject MA#071091 is a success.

“Congratulations everyone!”

Time Stamp Zero Eight Fifteen Hours. Subject MA#071091 is refusing to cooperate. Possible solutions:

a. immediate termination (not recommended, last resort only)

b. behavioural observation and adjustment (recommended, more funding required)

c. obedience training* see service dog manual for more details (recommendation pending)

d. memory implantation (theoretical only, much more funding required)

Time Stamp Zero Zero Zero Five Hours. Subject MA#071091 has escaped facility.

“This program is an abomination! Human cloning is illegal!”

Time Stamp Zero Zero Thirty-Nine Hours. Subject MA#071091 retrieved with mild damage. Losses include: five injured personnel, and two casualties.

“Senator think of what we can do with a project like this! We could remove all personnel from the field, drop war casualties to zero. These girls are good-for-nothing delinquents, but they’ve shown they could do one thing: fight. So why not use that for the good of the country?”

Time Stamp Fifteen Twenty-Six. Petition to the senate is a success. Funding for project expansion acquired.

“There’s an eccentric millionaire willing to work with us. She owns a private prison on some remote mountain. It’d be the perfect place for that behavioural observation and adjustment facility we’ve been discussing.”

Time Stamp Seventeen Thirty-Three Hours. Memory Alteration Project is a success.

“We finally got our hands on those samples from that warehouse massacre a few years back. Begin working on all viable subjects.”

Time Stamp Zero Five Hundred Hours. Subject MA#071091 has escaped Prison Facility.

“Try adding sunshine and rainbows. Happy thoughts. Make it happy to be here.”

Time Stamp Ten Zero Fifty-Seven Hours. Subject MA#071091 retrieved with major damage. Losses include three injured personnel, and zero casualties.

“Get rid of the guns, we’ve been allocated a portion of the budget for Tasers. The clones are expensive, don’t damage them!”

Time Stamp Sixteen Thirty Hours. Non-fatal toxin-releasing braces are a success. Implementing security device on all subjects.

“According to the psychologists’ report the bracelets appear to be having a negative effect on the subjects’ overall morale.”

Time Stamp Thirteen Eighteen. Multiple riots in the last three days. Damages still to be calculated.

“It’s chaos out there sir. We had to activate nearly two dozen bracelets to stop them from killing each other. They just get violent when we throw them together for too long.”

Time Stamp Thirteen Forty-Two. Subject MA#071091 missing from head count. Last accounted for before the riots started.

“If they like fighting so much, give them an enemy to focus on.”

Time Stamp Twenty Hundred Hours. Subject MA#071091 retrieved with poison damage by subjects SM#110386, KY#150791, and OY#171088. Cannibal Initiative is a success.

“I want a tracker put on this one and someone get the psychologists in here now! It’s the tenth riot this week!”

Time Stamp Eleven Twenty-One. Teamwork Initiative implemented. All subjects divided into multiple teams to encourage cooperation and reduce rioting. Observations pending.

“Sir it’s that Maeda clone—

“—if you tell me it’s escaped again, so help me…”

“…uh…It’s escaped again.”

Time Stamp Zero One Hundred Hours. Subject MA#71091 terminated.

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Subject MJ#080397 Alias: Nobunaga | Parent DNA: Matsui Jurina [Center] |

Verdict: Great Success* | Sentience: Self-Aware | Status: Locked-down, constant visual monitoring required, termination pending|

Subject MJ#080397 was originally the most successful cloning experiment completed to date. The fighting prowess had been greatly improved compared to the original, and attitude adjustments were able to successfully stamp out all of the unwanted aspects of the original’s personality, such as arrogance and impatience. However, as time went by and re-evaluations have been completed, it’s revealed that the subject retains the original’s stubbornness and noble streak, and will not be cowed into compliance. The subject is supremely dangerous and must be kept separate from the general population to prevent it from organising the rest of the clones into a resistance.

The Mind-Wipe protocol has been deemed a failure, as the subject continues to be non-compliant even when confused and disorientated from the lack of memories, which exponentially quickens in its recall after each mind-wipe.

*Note: Great Success was the initial verdict after the subject proved to be superior to original in combat, however the status was revoked after the subject’s repeated disobedience and failure to comply with orders.

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Subject KY#110296 Alias: Peace | Parent DNA: Kizaki Yuria [Magic]|

Verdict: Success | Sentience: Almost-Aware| Status: Closely monitored, bi-weekly check-in|

Subject KY#110296, self-named Peace, is one of the more successful clones created in the project. The original’s fighting prowess has been replicated successfully, reports do indicate that it may even be slightly improved, barring the preference for trickery, which seems to have been a trait nurtured by the original’s environment and upbringing. After several failures, it was discovered that the clone responds positively to parental encouragement. After negotiating with the contractor, several memories were implanted into Peace to create the illusion that she is the daughter of the prison warden. The results were an extreme success with exponential improvement in emotional, mental and physical states.

Notes: Due to the subject’s psychological requirements, it needs to be kept partially aware under false pretenses of being the prison warden’s daughter. If the truth, or simply the falsehood of being the prison warden’s daughter is revealed, it may have detrimental affects on the clone’s effectiveness.

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Subject IA#031295 Alias: Annin | Parent DNA: Iriyama Anna [Yoga]|

Verdict: Great Success | Sentience: Semi-Aware | Status: Closely monitored, fortnightly check-in|

Subject IA#031295 has been deemed an extreme success. Its fighting prowess has been recorded as a vast improvement upon the originals. However, the special ability that the original possesses has not been able to be successfully replicated in any clone. Researchers speculate that Yoga’s so-called distraction ability was nothing more than exaggerated tales.

The subject is generally compliant and well behaved, however it has been noted to be asking certain questions in recent weeks. Close monitoring must be kept upon the subject to ensure that it does not become aware.

Notes: The subject has developed a sadistic streak, monitor to ensure that it does not become a liability.

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Subject SH#300394 Alias: Paru | Parents DNA: Shimazaki Haruka [Salt] & Maeda Atsuko [Maeda]|

Verdict: Moderate Success |Sentience: Completely Unaware* |Status: Constant monitor, visual confirmation at all times |

With the failure of Subject MA#71091 attributed to mostly too much willpower inherited from the original (Maeda), researches have decided to create a clone using the spliced DNA of Maeda and a more apathetic parent. This resulted in the creation of Subject SHMA#300394.

Subject SHMA#300394 must be kept under the Mind-Wipe protocol at all times. While replicating Salt’s fighting prowess is still a work in progress, the subject has been deemed a considerable success, and is the most powerful clone created to date. The subject is however, not deemed a complete success, as it is wilful, and has developed all of Maeda’s passion, and none of Salt’s apathy, and thus far had been kept sedated, or mind-wiped in order to be kept pliant.

*Note: Ensure that subject remains UNAWARE. Subject is impossible to control when approaching any status beyond ‘unaware’.

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Subject KR#120295 Alias: Nanashi | Parent DNA: Kawaei Rina [Bakamono] |

Verdict: Failure | Sentience: Unaware | Status: Monitored remotely, annual check-in |

Subject KR#120295 or ‘Nanashi’ is a complete failure in every way, barring physical health. Replication of the original’s fighting prowess and super strength ability could not be achieved. It’s been deduced that the parent’s fighting capability was likely due to environmental factors, such as trauma in her life that is thus far mostly unknown. Trial and error of introducing trauma to the subject early in its life cycle resulted in a clone that is too anxious and frail to be of any use in combat.

#majisuka gakuen 3 #majisuka gakuen 5 #majisuka gakuen fanfic

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jyurineko · 5 years

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SKE48 “Hamlet” Hamlet and Ophelia duet lyrics translation

(H - Hamlet {Jurina}, O - Ophelia {Kano})

*First half*

H: Can you see me? Am I alive? O: I can see you, my beloved. H: Can you hear my voice? Would you tell me? O: Let me hear your voice. You always told me.

Both: To die is to sleep To sleep, perchance to dream What sort of dreams do we see In the sleep known as death? We hesitate due to fear That’s why we extend our breath

“To be or not to be” To live or to die “To die or not to die” That is the question I want to live fighting It’s still too early to dream

*Second half* {Translator note: In the second half, Jurina now uses the pronoun “ore (俺)” where as previously she used “boku (僕)”. In Japanese, both are common male pronouns, but “ore” is usually used by older males while “boku” is associated more with younger males.}

H: Do you see me? Am I alive? O: You’re frightening me, my beloved H: Do you hear my voice? Tell me now! O: I can’t hear your voice! I’ve closed off my heart

Both: If we had no fear of death We wouldn’t live difficult lives With one thrust of a blade Can we make our decision? We mere cowards Extend our breath once more

“To be or not to be” To live or to die “To die or not to die” That is the question I want to live fighting I wanted us to dream the same dream

#ske48 #hamlet #ske48 hamlet #song lyrics #lyrics #translation

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worstlovesong · 6 years

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Bias tag 💜

Rules: List 10 biases, let people decide if you have a type

I did my biases from ten groups because I have more than one in some

I was tagged by the lovely @chuuscutefreckles

1. Ahn Hyejin | Mamamoo

2. Amber Liu | F(x)

3. Wenseulrene | Red Velvet (fight me I can’t pick a bias I love the unnie line)

4. Lee Chaeyeon | iz*one

5. Kim Dahyun | Twice

6. Lee Yoobin and Lee Siyeon | Dreamcatcher

7. Kim Jisoo and Lalisa Manoban | Blackpink

8. Ahn Heeyeon And Heo Solji | EXID

9. Kim Jiwoo and Im Yeojin | LOONA

10. Matsui Jurina | AKB48/SKE48 (yes I know since it’s jpop she’s oshimen/kamiban but shh she’s my ult jpop bias)

Well,,, do I have a type?

I tag @moonbearlisa @gahyeonn @smallnako @taeyeongotmyheart and @moonbyul-yi 💜

#tagged #chuuscutefreckles

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senseisyfr · 6 years

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The Interview

Around Majijo in a yankii club that belongs to Torigoya, a group of girls were sitting next to each other.

Center : You’re Majijo’s New Generation now !! This is not enough, not enough !!! No mistake is tolerated, you have to think carefully and use your body perfectly !!!! Your body is your weapon !!!! This is not always about violence, you need to be smarter than that if you want to take yakuzas down !!!!!! The way you move says everything to the person that you target !!!!!!

Yankii girl A : This is hard..!!!

Center : THERE’S NOTHING HARD !!!!!!! YOU HAVE TO PRACTICE MORE AND MORE !!!!!!!!

Yankii girl B : It’s easy to say, we’re not gonna seduce old cocks !!!!!!! It’s disgusting !!!!!!!

Center : (slapped her, yelling) SHUT UP, I DON’T WANNA KNOW !!!!!!!!!! THIS IS OUR JOB, ARE YOU GUYS YANKIIS OR WHAT ????!!!! SERIOUSLY ?????!!!!! YANKIIS DON’T COMPLAIN, THEY DO EVERYTHING !!!!!!!!!! WE FUCK EVERYONE, WHETHER THEY ARE OLD OR UGLY !!!!!!!! THIS IS OUR LIFE, THIS IS WHO WE ARE !!!!!!!!

Yankii girl C : I’m not suckin ol’ dicks !!!!!!!

Center : YOU HAVE TO !!!!!!!!! LOOK HOW YOUR SENPAIS SACRIFIED THEMSELVES BEFORE !!!!!!!!!!! THEY’RE ALL DEAD !!!!!!!!!!!! DEAD FOR MAJIJO, FOR YOU GODDAMMIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE CAN’T MAKE MISTAKES ANYMORE, SEDUCTION IS A THING THAT A WOMAN DOES TO CRUSH ENEMIES !!!!!!!!!!!! AND IN THE END, ONLY IN THE END YOU DRAW YOUR GUN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS IT CLEAR ????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW GO BACK TO WORK I’M WATCHING YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All the yankii girls : Y..YES !!!!!!

Center : I DON’T HEAR ANYTHING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yankii girls : YES, CENTER SENSEI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : LOUDER, I STILL CAN’T HEAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yankii girls : YES CENTER SENSEIIIIII !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : (smiling) Good ! Thanks.

Yankii D : Yea’ Jurinaa !

Silence settled.

Center walked slowly to the girl, arms crossed, stopping at 10 cm.

Center : (fake smile) The fuck did you just say ?

Yankii D : No need to take an arrogant look, I’m not your shit ! You heard me I called you Jurina, you don’t recognize yourself now ?! You’re aging ?! Tss !

Center : (kicked her hard between the legs, smiling) I didn’t allow you to pronounce my name you cunt…

Yankii D : AAARGH..!!!! AAAAAAH..!!!

Center : (stepped on the girl’s back with her gold high heels sandal) YOU CALL ME CENTER SENSEI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU UNDERSTAND PIECE OF SHIT ?????!!!!!

Yankii D : AAAAAAAAAARGH !!!!!!!!!!! I’M SORRY CENTER SENSEI..!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : That’ll teach you !! This new gen is quite insolent nowadays !!! Stand up, loser !!!!

The girl couldn’t stand up.

Center : (sighs) Jesus Chriiist..!!!! (Trying to control herself, taking her device, calling) Yeah, is Nezumi around ?

Yankii D : PLEASE NOO !!!!!!!!

Center : (kicked her in the face) SHUT UP !!!! Yeah sorry… She’s not here, ah… Well no I had someone for her but nevermind ! Sorry ? Gekikara is here ?? (Evil smile) That’s just perfect ! All right, I’ll send her. Yes ? Ah okay, ooh right ! (Laughing, hearing Nezumi’s voice talking with Gekikara and 2 people about Center) Hahahaha !! Honey I hear you !! Yeah hahahahahahaaa !!!! She’s… Yeah that’s Nezumi she’s always like that ! (smiling) What ?? Noo, really ???? Stuck in her ass ??? Oh my goood..!! Tell her that.. Hm tell her that I’ll come to pop it myself……….. Hahahahahahahahaaaa, she’s so crazy !!!! Honey I hear you, that was a dirty one y..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA !!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I love her ! Okay thanks, bye… (looking at the girl, grabbing her by the throat)

Yankii D : AAH..AAAH !!!!!!!!!

Center : (evil smile) You’re lucky today…. looks like Nezumi and Gekikara are waiting for you….

Yankii D : NOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : (talking to the other girls) Take her.

Yankii D : PLEASE NOO..!!!!! (crying) CENTEEEEEEER NOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Other girls taking her out of the place)

Center : You’ll be grown up after, you’ll know the good manners !

The girls left.

Center took a look at the dancefloor, seeing other yankiis that she trained. She smiled, happy, but was feeling nostalgic. Almost everyday, she was training new girls into femmes fatales, since all the previous gen have been gone a few years ago. Majijo had to live on and as new dangers were coming, she wanted her new trainees to be ready, great at everything and not just drawing weapons or dodging powerful punches. Since the Old Gen was counting on her when she decided to take Majijo’s destiny, she was determinated to restaure the honour of all the yankiis. Some came from outside Majijo.

Looking at her device, she knew that she had to interview another girl, so as usual, she ran to her office.

Center : (opening the door without looking at the girl who was patiently waiting in her office) Sorry for the delay, lots of you want to integrate our place… (closing it, drinking orange juice)

Sakura : I’m different from Maeda Atsuko, my cousin.

Center spat out, coughing. She looked at the girl and was stunned.

Center : N..No way..!!!

She wondered who was this fuckin gorgeous chick in her sparkling white dress and high heels sandals, her perfect makeup, bright smile (was she an idol ?), coming out of nowhere and saying that she was Maeda’s cousin !!!! There was something special in her that couldn’t be described into words.

Sakura : (worried) Are you okay ??? I..I’m sorry !!!! I’m extremely sorry Master Center Jurina Sensei, I..

Center : (staring her in the face) Center…… Center… is enough…

Sakura : (visibly troubled by the eyes contact) O…Ok…

Center : (still couldn’t believe it, shocked) You are… Maeda’s cousin..?

Sakura : Yes..! (smiling) I’m Miyawaki Sakura, nice to meet you ! Please take care of me…

Center : Sakura… (suddenly she remembered) OH !!!! You are the one who transferred to Majijo !!! You are Salt’s rappappa and fought with the previous gen a few years ago…

Sakura : (shy smile) I am…

Center : I didn’t know that you survived to the war against yakuzas and mafia !! Why have you waited so long..?

Sakura : Cops tried to catch me but I ran away and started to stay hidden from everyone til now… I’ve heard a lot of things and about you too, so… I decided that when it’d be the right time for me, I’ll naturally return to Majijo and keep fighting, just like you do… to protect our legacy… that’s surely what my cousin is waiting for, too. (smiling) Sorry about all of this, I’m finally happy to meet you and I want to give my best as a (trying to pronounce correctly like french people) ‘femme fatale’ yankii ?

Center : (who almost forgot her brain it seems !) Yeah…… Yeah…… pleased to meet you too..!

She still didn’t understand how the hell come Maeda couldn’t tell her that she had such a sexy cousin who was the famous transferred Majijo girl in Salt’s rappappas ! Not only her, what about Otabe or Torigoya and all the older Queens. Center looking her up and down, was shocked about the difference between Maeda’s style and her cousin !

Sakura : I hope I really could help…

Center : (walking around her, checking her out, Sakura not seeing her, having her back turned) So… Sakura… what are your greatest strengths ?

Sakura : My determination and perseverance.

Center : (smiling) Hm… as expected from a yankii… but, you know….(surprising Sakura from behind by necking her)

Sakura : (uncomfortable) Aah..!!! C-Center..???!!!

Center : ..it’s not enough, honey…. (Slowly lifted her dress while biting her ear) I want more….

Sakura : (was paralyzed not understanding what was happening) Why..?? C..Center what are you doing..??!!

Center : (pushed her against the window, put her finger on Sakura’s mouth, seductive while grabbing her wrist with the free hand and pinned it up above the girl’s head) I’m testing you…. (kissing) this is a recruitment….

Sakura : (heart racing) Aah..!!! C-Center, I..

Center : Nobody will disturb us…. (kissing) cause I locked you here….

Sakura : (eyes closed) Aahhh… aaaahhhhh…!!! (weak as she was feeling Center’s left leg between her thighs) Ooohhhh..!! C..Center…. oohhh please, wait…!!

Center : You’re getting me aroused right now, Sakura…. (kissing) A pretty girl in my office…. I just can’t waste this opportunity…. (kissing) mmm oohhh yeaahhh…. (torturing Sakura by necking her before kissing her chest)

Sakura : P..Pleasee..!! Centeeer..oohhh !!! (Center pressed herself against Sakura’s body which made Sakura turning crazy)

Center : (sex smile, kissing) You seem to be the perfect girl, Sakura…. tell me….? (kissing)

Sakura : Center aaahhhh…!!! (Center grabbed her boobs) N..Nooo..!!

Center : (sex smile) I’m gonna…. take you here, in my office….

Sakura : Aaaahhhhh…!!! Cent..

Center : (like she was having an orgasm)..right noooowwww..!!!!!!!!! (ripped Sakura’s dress off, sucking hard her tits !)

Sakura : (eyes closed) AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHH PLEASE CENTEEEER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOOOP AAAAAHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!

Center : (smiling) Ooh no, sweetie…. (kissing) I’ll go deeper…. (ripped Sakura’s panties off, grinding her knee on her pussy while holding her wrists above her head and pinned them against the window !) Mmm yeaahhh..!! Sakuraa….

Sakura : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (feeling Center’s knee fucking her) OOOOHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : (smiling, kissing) Oohhh you’re good, honey…. mmm…. (kissing) You’re a very good girl…. (licking her boobs before kissing them)

Sakura : (her legs shaking) Cent..aaaaaahhhhhhh..!!!!!!! Pleaaase..!!!! Ohh pleaaasee…!!! N..Nooo…!!

Center : (who was holding Sakura’s panties in her hand, looking at them, smiling) Mmm…. tell me, honey…. your panties are so wet…. like they were in a washing-machine…. (kissing) Interesting…. (taking off her own clothes, touching Sakura’s face)

Sakura : (flustered, looking in her eyes) C..Center…?? Aah..!!!

Center : (slowly kissed her cheek) Looks like you really want the job…. (necking her) Are you sure you’re suitable for this…? (rubbing her pussy, smiling)

Sakura : Aaahhhh..!! Oohhhh p..please y-yes…!!!

Center : Mmm…. I think so too…. (kissing)

Sakura : (catching her breath) I’m suitable for any dirty job…. with you…. (kissing her deeply) I’m gonna show you…. (Necking her)

Center : (eyes closed, biting her lip, smiling) Oohhh yeahh..! Show me why should I hire youu….

Sakura : (sensual voice, smiling) Take notes, baby…. (kissing, rubbing Center’s thighs, sucking her tits)

Center : (eyes closed) Aaahhhh yees…!

Sakura : (kissing, smiling) You’ve must been working hard these past few days…. (fingering hard her ass)

Center : Aaaaahhhhhhh..!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : I want to ensure that my employer is happy about our new partnership…. (kissing) Mmm…. (biting her ear)

Center : I..I aaam….!! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh oooooooohhhhhhhhh..!!!!!! (So aroused)

Sakura : (smiling, kissing) Mmm…. hehehee…. You’re so vulnerable, dear Center…. surprising…. (kissing) you who seemed to control everything…. (pinned her down, licking her belly, watching her, smiling)

Center couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe how Sakura was turning her on so much like that.

Center : Ooohhhh…!! Please, Sakuraa….

Sakura was proud to make Center so uncomfortable, taking advantage of her position.

Sakura : Such a beautiful body…. (smiling, kissing) it’d be a waste not to use it…. (leaving kisses on Center’s forearms, arms, elbows, ribs, boobs, belly)

She was starting to go down but stopped, watching Center, smiling, teasing her more and more. She sniffed her pussy just like if it was weed.

Center : You’re torturing mee….!!

Sakura : (sex smile) Yees…. I want to make you suffer slowly, baby…. (kissing her pussy, rubbing it, smiling) You’re hot….

Center : Aahhh….!!! You’re real..AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH OOHHH OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!! (Sakura was sucking her clit, before licking it up and down and all around)

Sakura : You love it, dear Master…. (kissing) You should be more careful…. employees could abuse you…. (licked her up and down again)

Center : (eyes closed) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEESSS NOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

$¤Licking her up and down…….$¤

Center : AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!

$¤Licking her up and down !$¤

Center : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEES OOOOOHHHHHHH MY GOD..!!!!!!!!!! STOOP, STOOOOOOOOP PLEAAASEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

$¤Licking her up and down !!!!!$¤

Center : YEEES !!!!!!!!!!!!! YEEEEEEEESSS !!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOHHHHHH YEEEESS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

$¤LICKING HER UP AND DOWN !!!!!!!$¤

Center : OOOOOHHHHHH PLEEEEEEEASEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : (smiling, tongue fucked her) I love your pussy, Center…. she’s so creamy, mmm…. Aaaahhhhh..!!

Center : AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : I’ve never eaten such a delicious one like yours…. (licking her clit, licking it hard) Ooohhhh mmm…. When I see you like that…. (licking her boobs) it makes me wet…. (kissing her pussy)

Center : OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : ..and want to fuck you hard…. (licking her clit)

Center : (eyes closed, arched her back, forced Sakura to go deeper) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEESSSS…!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS SAKURAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sakura : (smiled) Mmm…. not done yet…? (Nibbling her boobs) You’re so good, Center….

Center : I won’t be the first…!!!

Sakura : Well, I’m not s..????!!!! Aaaahhhhh !!!!!!!!!! No..!!! Nooo Center, wait please, waiiiiit ooooooohhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!

Center surprised Sakura, pushing her against the desk, pressing herself against her, biting her neck, smiling.

Center : I’m your boss, Sakura…. You are the recruit…. (squeezing her boobs) so you’re first…. (kissing) Mmm…. I’m gonna teach you a big lesson…. Got a pen…? (quickly grabbing a pen on her desk, kissing her neck, biting her lip)

Sakura : Please, Center..WAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center fucked Sakura with the pen inside her pussy. Smiling, she fucked her faster, delighted to see all the juices flowing.

Center : Mmm…. so delicious….!! Ooohhhh…. (kissing) You’re really attractive, you know…. sweetie…. (turned her around to face the desk and fucked hard her ass with the pen)

Sakura : AAAAAAHHHHHHH..AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOOOOOOD OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : Mmm…. that’s iiit…!! Now, give it to me…. (fingering hard her ass, deep, fast)

Sakura : (eyes closed) CENTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : What a good girl…. you please me…. (licking her ass)

Sakura : OOOOHHHHH YEEEESSS AAAAAHHHHHH AGAAAAIIIN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Center : Here, honey…. (kissed her roughly) Come on…. (kissing) Ooohhhh yeah, come on Sakuraaa….!!

The 2 girls fell down, Center torturing Sakura again.

Sakura : Please, Centeeer ooohhhh pleaase, I’m dying…!! (kissing)

Center : Yeaahh you’re on fire, sweetie…. (kissing) I’m gonna let you die….

Sakura : Oooooohhhhhhhh….!! (feeling Center’s fingers inside her pussy fucking her faster)

Center : (sucked Sakura’s tits, bit them) I want it…. Mmm, I want it so bad…. let me taste you…. (kissing) I wanna drink you…. (squeezing the milk out of Sakura’s tits into her mouth) Oooohhhhh, perfeeect…!!!

Sakura : (eyes closed) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOOOHHHHHHHH CENTEEEEEEEEEEEEER I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (squirted on Center !)

Center : Oh shit..!!! (biting her lip, smiling) You’re all milky, sweetie…. (kissing, licking Sakura’s body) You gave me a good show…. You’re tempting mee..!! Oh fuck…!!! Aaahhhh..!

Sakura : (now fucking Center too, fucking her hard) I like temptation, baby…. (kissing) Soo…. did I do well, Master…? I’m the best, right…? (kissing deeply) Say it, baby…. I want to hear your satisfaction….(kissing, necking her, kept thrusting hard)

Center : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES YES YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU’RE THE BEEEEST SAKURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (squirted on Sakura !)

Sakura : (licked her lips, smiling) Greaat…. (kissing)

Center : Ohh fuck..!! You’re… really… amazing…! (kissing for a long moment, then stood up, helping Sakura)

Sakura : That… was… incredible…!!

Center : Yeah…. (suddenly hugging Sakura from behind, necking her, smiling) I have some stuff to show you, honey…. but…. we’re done for today…. (kissing her shoulder)

Sakura : Aaaahhhhh…!! W..What is iit..??

Center : I wanted to tie you up in my cage, next door…. (kissing) Mmm…. next time….

Sakura : (eyes closed) Ooohhhh, Centeeer…! You’re diabolic…. (kissing)

Center : Yeahh, I give a hard training to some special girls…. (kissing) so be ready, sweetie….

Sakura : (smiling) I’m exc..AAAAAHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!

Center slammed Sakura against the door, rubbing her thighs, kissing her neck, smiling.

Center : (whispering) Go…. (kissing) Go before I change my mind, honey….

Sakura : (imitating her) Yes…. (kissing) I need a shower….

Center : Hehehee…. (kissing) tomorrow…. (slapped her butt)

Sakura : Aaahhhh..!!

Center : (smiling, kissing) Now, go….

Sakura gave back the kiss and left the office, smiling.

Center smiled too, satisfied, arms crossed. Her device reminded her that she had another interview. She quickly washed her face and drank a big glass of water, smiling. A yankii girl entered, Center making a sexy smile, moved to her and then kissing the girl’s neck, seductive (the girl moaned, smiling, not surprised by her intentions as she knew already), before closing definitely the door.

End. Thank you for reading guys ! We have Center who’s confused like never before cause Sakura took over this time, though Center takes over for herself. So, it just shows how Sakura is extremely disturbing for her. I’ll add that inside here, things are we could say even hotter than the previous stories that I wrote between the two… but maybe you don’t feel the same. The pen is symbolic !

#matsui jurina #miyawaki sakura #majisuka gakuen

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sexywmatsui48 · 6 years

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Acceptance | Chapter 12

Previously: PROLOGUE - CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3- CHAPTER 4 - CHAPTER 5 - CHAPTER 6 - CHAPTER 7 - CHAPTER 8 - CHAPTER 9 - CHAPTER 10 - CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

This Saturday evening, when Jurina had stepped inside The Blue Moon, it was in desperate need to try and explain herself and seek forgiveness from Rena. These last couple of months, there was no denying that the 26-year-old long, dark-haired stripper had entered her life in the most unexpected way, provoking strong, new feelings. Yes, Rena was stunningly beautiful and had a magnetic personality doubled with a powerful aura impossible to ignore, but what Jurina felt for her wasn’t solely reduced to simple physical attraction as she initially wanted to believe.

Her desire to be around the stripper recently recruited by the club wasn’t either motivated by the wish to fulfill her basic, raw physical needs with someone else. She had already gone through the later with Akane for half a year, then reiterated the experience when Nana had entered her life once more. Even though it had in both cases procured her great pleasure and - for a little while - a certain feeling of self-esteem that she lacked without contest, Jurina was everything but naïve.

Deep down, she was conscious that it would never be enough.

The bond she had formed with Rena so quickly and naturally. The genuine caring and attachment she felt for her, even to the point of unleashing an unsuspected, protective side. The happiness mingled with unrestrained impatience that blossomed within her each time her eyes landed with affection on the other girl across the room and she was granted with the possibility to spend a few – admittedly always too short - hours with her.

As days transformed into weeks, then months and Jurina couldn’t resist the urge to pass that front door every weekend, she was forced to realize that, maybe, she had finally found in Rena’s presence what she had searched for during all these years of misery and solitude. Unfortunately, her profound insecurity, that had inhabited her since her early childhood and followed her ever since had blinded her and led to terrible repercussions, fragilizing and hurting her relationship with Rena in the most devastating way.

When Jurina faced Rena again at the club after two weeks of separation, she feared her words of apology wouldn’t be welcomed. In fact, she expected nothing less but the other girl to refuse to listen and turn her back on her, before wiping her out of her existence once and for all. Jurina had mentally prepared herself for such an outcome: she was also fully aware that a firm rejection from the other girl would only crush her heart and destroy her last hopes of reconciliation.

Despite it, her latest serious conversation with her roommate had been greatly revealing, making her realize that Mayu was indeed right and she couldn’t afford to give up on Rena without a fight. Because, surprisingly, Rena had accomplished what no other girl had done before her: she had turned her life completely upside down.

Not a single night passed without Jurina’s dreams filled with thoughts of her. Not a week went by without her looking forward to their anticipated next encounter at The Blue Moon. During the course of those few months, Rena had come to mean so much to her: much more than she would have ever expected. And Jurina didn’t know what would become of her if she ended up losing her for good because of her foolish mistakes.

I accept you.

It had taken a full, long minute for Jurina to process that she had finally received what she had truly longed for: Rena’s wholehearted forgiveness. The electrifying sensation of Rena’s lips moving against her with a passion she hadn’t felt in weeks fueled Jurina with renewed hope and confidence. As a feeling of elation and relief coursed through her, she refused to let go of Rena now that she had her back in her arms, trapping her once more against the door of the VIP room.

“I don’t want anyone else but you,” Jurina reaffirmed between kisses, hearing a small whimper leaving Rena’s mouth as she captured, devoured and savored every inch of the stripper’s soft lips.

Jurina slipped her arms around Rena’s waist and embraced her tightly, feeling all her accumulated tension evaporating in an instant. Rejoicing their regained closeness and intoxicated by the mutual - almost overwhelming - fervor of their exchanged kisses, Jurina’s fingers grew impatient and refused to stay immobile any longer. While her right arm stayed secured around Rena’s waist, her left hand moved north, easily finding an opening and sliding underneath the back of Rena’s red blouse.

As soon as her fingers came in contact with the softness of Rena’s skin, Jurina felt a sparkle of desire igniting inside her. Jurina caressed and explored every inch at her disposal, venturing each time closer towards the clasp of Rena’s lace bra. Jurina showered kisses around Rena’s lips and along her jaw but soon had a burning desire, an aching need, for another kiss. Rena’s lips met hers halfway, recapturing hers.

The touch of Rena’s demanding lips sent a shockwave through her entire body, Jurina’s calm far long shattered with the hunger of her partner’s kisses. Freed from her last feeling of guilt and with no more secret separating them, it was an arduous task not to wish for more and to reclaim that body she had once possessed. That unique yet memorable night they had abandoned themselves into each other’s arms and succumbed to their desires, prey to a passion they hadn’t been able to control any further.

Yet, at the last minute, Jurina had held herself back, her fear of rejection forbidding her to cross a certain line with the older girl.

As the memory of that evening flowed her mind, Jurina fluttered her eyes open and detached her lips from Rena’s, gazing back at her somewhat uncertainly. While she tried to slow down her beating heart and regain a semblance of composure, a flicker of insecurity swept through her. Yes, Rena said she accepted her, but was she truly conscious of the implications? Of what it meant to be with someone physically different like her?

“Jurina?” Jurina jolted out of her thoughts at the sound of Rena’s small, hesitant voice, witnessing the other girl’s slightly worried expression. “What is it?” Rena’s fingers tenderly traced the line of her cheekbone.

“Maybe… Maybe we shouldn’t get carried away,” Jurina replied, dissimulating her unease behind a tentative smile. “Time is almost up,” she added, taking a step back. “And you still haven’t finished your shift tonight.”

“You’re right,” Rena sighed, leaning against the door. “But I don’t want you to leave.” Her hands moved with desperate speed, seizing the hem of Jurina’s jacket. “Will you stay? Will you wait for the end of my shift? We could go out for a drink. What do you think?”

At the hope lightening up Rena’s enchanting small brown eyes, Jurina couldn’t resist invading her personal space once more. “Where do you want to go?” she kissed her gently on the lips. “The Furukawa Lounge Bar? Or do you want to go somewhere else?”

“I don’t really mind…” Rena replied, running her fingers through Jurina’s hair. “I just want to spend time with you. So, promise me you will stay?”

“I will,” Jurina murmured, reaching up for a final kiss.

Rena clung to her, wanting the kiss to go on. “I have one last request,” she whispered, lips against hers. “When we go back to the main room, I want you to choose a table near the front stage.”

Jurina frowned in confusion, slightly taken aback by the unusual request. “Near the front stage? Why?”

“Just do it, alright?” Jurina noticed a mischievous gleam in her eyes, shivering lightly when the stripper slowly and sensuously brushed her thumb across Jurina’s lips. “I want to make sure you fully enjoy the show.”

1:20 a.m.

Jurina watched distractedly the two strippers, Nao and Madoka, dancing together in rhythm with the loud, upbeat Japanese music, admitting to herself that it felt a little odd to be back at the club after a full month without visiting it. After Rena had discovered her physical difference - and believing to have been rejected - she was well decided never to set foot at The Blue Moon again. Yet here she was, to top it all occupying a table so close to the main stage that she couldn’t possibly miss out a single detail of the performances unfolding in front of her.

Jurina took a sip from her second beer and averted her gaze from Madoka who was now undressing and making lascivious poses in front of an attentive and enthusiastic male audience, soon sweeping around the room in curiosity. Once again, Jurina found herself impressed by how crowded the club proved to be on this Saturday evening. One thing was for sure: the popularity of The Blue Moon showed no sign of decreasing, even attracting new clients every weekend.

Jurina immediately drew her attention back to the Smartphone laying on the table when she saw the screen flashing, taking in that she had received a text from Mayu. “It looks like you’re planning on spending the whole evening at the club. Finally, you two made up. You can thank me later. I’m staying at Yuki’s, so don’t worry about making too much noise when you come home. The apartment is all yours. Make good use of it!”

“How did she…” Jurina widened her eyes in stupefaction at her friend’s perspicacity, before shaking her head in amusement at her very last words. Mayu might tend to speak her mind without filter, no one understood what she was going through better than her. Every day that went by, Jurina considered herself extremely lucky and grateful to have such a trusted and supportive friend by her side.

For a little while, Jurina played with her phone until she went through her contacts, soon pausing on the new phone number she had recently added.

+81-9092270711

Rena

A smile fell upon Jurina’s lips in at the remembrance of that significant moment when she and Rena had at last exchanged phone numbers an hour ago. As she reflected upon everything that had been shared between them in the private room – demonstrations of affection but most of all, words of forgiveness and acceptance - Jurina was conscious her relationship with Rena had reached a new level.

And she was impatient to discover what the future had in store for them.

Jurina looked up from the screen when she felt a light touch on her shoulder, caught off guard when she saw another – yet very familiar – long, dark-haired stripper standing by her table. “Nana,” Jurina whispered in astonishment, leaving her phone aside to focus on the new unexpected presence.

Truthfully, during the course of the evening, their gazes had occasionally met across the room but the other stripper had strangely always kept her distance, never approaching her once. Jurina stole a quick, preoccupied look in the direction of the dressing room, somewhat relieved that Rena was currently absent from the main room as she was getting prepared for her upcoming and last show for the evening.

“Don’t worry, I won’t stay long,” Nana rested her hand for a moment on her shoulder, caressing it gently, before slowly withdrawing her fingers. “I just came by to say hi and see if you were having a good evening.”

Although it was quite brief, Jurina noticed Nana following her gaze on the closed dressing room’s door. On further reflection, Jurina now seriously wondered if this meeting with Nana was everything but a coincidence after all and the stripper hadn’t in fact waited deliberately until now an opening to engage a conversation with her. “I am,” Jurina answered, thankful for Nana’s delicate attention. “I really am.”

“Did you manage to obtain what you desired?” Nana asked.

Jurina processed Nana’s enigmatic words, detecting the small apprehension behind them, until realization dawned on her when she remembered her previous exchange with Rena. Back then, she hadn’t paid much attention to it when Rena had mentioned it, but now it occurred to her that she was visibly missing a piece of the puzzle. “You talked to Rena, didn’t you? What did you tell her?”

Nana’s mouth tugged into a slow, knowing smile. “I told her the truth; that she had nothing to fear from me. I just hope that my words managed to reach her. Did they?”

Jurina nodded almost imperceptibly, touched that the older girl had gone to such length as to interfere in her favor. “I’m not sure why you did it but, I wanted to thank you for never treating me differently all this time.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Nana protested lightly, relief crossing her features. “Do you remember what I told you the first time we met?”

“I don’t,” Jurina shook her head no.

“I told you that you shouldn’t be so afraid of who you are,” Nana said, dropping a light, gentle kiss on Jurina’s cheek. “And now, I can tell you finally found that happiness you always sought.”

Jurina could sense by the solemnity of Nana’s words that the other girl wasn’t naïve, and she knew that their little arrangement had come to a definite end. Jurina reflected upon something to reply, and hastily caught Nana’s wrist as she was about to take a step back. “I don’t regret what we did,” she let out at last, regarding her seriously, hoping the other girl wouldn’t doubt the sincerity of her words. “Thank you for never rejecting me.”

Nana nodded and smiled, and Jurina watched her as she turned on her heels and left, vanishing from her sight and from her life.

Hittin' me up late always be blowin' up my phone

I'm lying awake wonderin' why I'm still alone

Lord knows I am sinning, please forgive me for my lust

Sending pictures back and forth

Babe, I'm craving your touch

Jurina swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her beer as the daring lyrics of the American song played in the air. Now, she was having a good feeling why Rena had asked her to come and sit near the stage. As soon as the lights went out and the speaker had announced the arrival of the next stripper, a boldly confident Gekikara had made her appearance clad in a long sleeve nylon fishnet and a black mini-skirt, her see through top revealing a black, lace bra accentuating the natural curves of her breasts.

You're my new obsession

Let go of any hesitation

Baby, be my new addiction

Intoxicate me gently with your loving

From the moment Rena had begun swaying her hips in rhythm with the sensual music, she hadn’t ceased sending suggestive, lingering looks in Jurina’s direction, easily giving away her sneaky intentions. As the seconds went by and it became harder for Jurina to maintain her composure, she could tell tonight’s performance was going to be nothing like what the stripper usually delivered. By Rena’s repetitive and frequent lascivious poses towards her side of the stage, it didn’t take her long to figure out that the stripper was determined to tease and provoke her to no end.

I want to make sure you fully enjoy the show.

The following minutes were going to feel painfully long if the stripper didn’t tone down her little act, Jurina grasped as she recalled Rena’s previous words and couldn’t find the strength within her to detach her eyes from her beautifully attractive tormentor. Tonight, the proximity with the stage coupled with the special, personal attention Rena was giving her were making it hard for Jurina to control her longing, the erotic dance awakening and increasing by every heartbeat her excitement.

You got me so high

Pull me closer into you and watch our bodies intertwine

I feel so alive

You know what I'm thinking of

Got me dreamin' 'bout that sexy dirty love

Jurina’s pulse quickened as she watched the person responsible for her current agitation approaching her side once more, surprised and destabilized when Rena drew even closer and came to kneel by the edge of the stage. Jurina didn’t have time to understand what was happening that the other girl had extended her arm in her direction and caught her hand without warning, confidently guiding Jurina’s hand towards the zipper of her skirt.

Jurina’s heart beat with the pulse of the music and stared up into the eyes so close to hers, reading the silent invitation behind them. It wasn’t rare for strippers to tease the clients closest to the stage and involve them in an aspect of the choreography, such as helping them remove a piece of clothing or allowing them a fleeting caress of their naked body. But it certainly wasn’t part of Gekikara’s little routine. All the regular customers witnessing the current scene and following their interaction were perfectly aware of the difference of treatment Jurina was subjected to.

“What are you waiting for?” Rena asked, not hesitating to lean forward when Jurina’s fingers stayed motionless on her skirt, refusing to comply. “Don’t tell me you’re now afraid of touching me.”

The tone was teasing, even shamelessly flirtatious.

Rena’s hand wrapped around the dark fabric of her sleeve and Jurina shivered despite herself, relishing the contact when Rena’s fingers progressed upwards, stroking her arm slowly and sensuously. Rena’s touch numbed her senses, effortlessly shutting down Jurina’s internal voice warning her that the stripper was crossing a line by showing preference towards a client in front of an audience.

Jurina’s gaze dropped from Rena’s eyes to her breasts, drinking in the sensuality of her physique, before traveling down to that short skirt that proved to be in the way. Rena’s provocative, almost insolent, gaze was enough to weaken her resolve and Jurina didn’t waste any more time to seize the zipper and pull it down, slowly enough to give her proper time to savor the moment to its fullest, gliding her hands on Rena’s hips and caressing her thighs as she assisted her in removing the piece of clothing.

“Thank you...” The sweet touch of Rena’s lips on her cheek as she reached forward to kiss her set her aflame, Jurina not missing the promise for more in the smoldering depth of Rena’s eyes as the stripper stared back at her with naked longing.

The visual exchange was eventually broken when Rena abruptly drew away from her side of the stage and returned to the center to dance. While watching as the stripper finished delivering her sexiest performance of all times, Jurina, heart hammering against her ribs, attempted to quench her parched mouth with a deep swallow of her beer, more than ever conscious that no one else but Rena was capable of bringing out her emotions with such intensity.

2:02 a.m.

Only a couple of minutes had passed since Jurina had left the strip club in Rena’s company when she felt small droplets of water hitting her face, instantly wetting her jet-black shoulder-length hair and blue jacket. Jurina barely had time to assess the new situation that Rena abruptly grabbed her hand, quickening the pace. Jurina didn’t hesitate to follow her as the stripper guided them in the streets of Tokyo, vainly attempting to dodge the rain as it increased in intensity by every second.

When Rena spotted a closed café in a nearby alley, she turned and engaged in it, both hurriedly taking shelter underneath the small storefront. Jurina glanced up to the dark, rainy sky of Tokyo, feeling slightly dejected by the sudden downpour. When she had left her apartment three hours ago, the weather forecast predicted nothing else but a beautiful, rainless night, and she now feared this unforeseen turn of events to have ruined her evening plans with the other girl.

Jurina took a tentative peek at the girl standing quietly by her side, taking in how her appearance had been greatly affected by the heavy rain. Her previously neatly brushed, shiny long, dark hair were damp, sticking against her face and neck, while her red blouse was almost entirely soaked, the black, lacy bra she was wearing easily showing through the light fabric of her top.

Jurina’s attention lingered despite herself to the wet clothes that clung to Rena’s body, outlining the slim curves of her chest, defining the roundness of her breasts. Despite the circumstances, Jurina couldn’t help but find the stripper feverishly attractive. When she finally tore her eyes away from the appealing view, she realized by Rena’s subtle, amused look that she had been caught staring.

Jurina held Rena’s gaze, heart pounding, trying to anticipate her next move. She watched as the other girl’s eyes searched her face, studying her carefully, as if trying to reach into her thoughts. Eventually, Rena was the first to reduce the distance between them, Jurina soon finding her mouth smothered by Rena’s warm lips. Jurina wrapped her arms around Rena’s waist, bringing her closer. Rena’s kiss left her mouth burning with fire and she didn’t hesitate to part her lips, allowing Rena’s tongue to move into her with urgent passion.

Rena’s moist, firm mouth demanded a response and Jurina returned the kiss with reckless abandon, moving her mouth overs hers, devouring its softness. Jurina stumbled back under the force of their wild kisses, her back grazing the window shop as Rena leaned into her and pressed her body further against hers.

Jurina’s thoughts fragmented when Rena’s hands wound around her jacket, finding a path underneath her wet shirt, her flesh tingling as possessive fingers explored the surface of her back. Jurina detached her lips from hers and traveled down her throat, searing a path down the creamy expense of Rena’s neck, before stopping dead when she felt the alarming, knowing bulge pushing against her pants.

“W-Wait…” Jurina gently pushed her away, disengaging herself from Rena’s embrace.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Rena met her eye questioningly for a moment before her lips slowly descended to brush hers, reclaiming them into a gentle, drugging kiss.

Jurina felt herself shiver, greatly tempted by the tantalizing invitation for more as every inch of her being craved for Rena’s touch. Rena’s fingers had now unbuttoned her jacket and were caressing her chest, before venturing down and playing around her inner thighs. When Jurina felt a pair of fingers landing on her crotch, she stiffened. The kiss was broken; their eyes locked at once.

Jurina could tell by Rena’s surprised look that the gesture had been accidental; the next moment, she slowly removed her hand from her sex. Jurina swallowed hard, gauging Rena’s reaction, knowing the other girl was now fully aware of what the partial darkness had successfully hidden until now: her growing arousal. Jurina watched her somewhat apprehensively, the memory of that day when the stripper had touched her at the same place, discovering for the first time her physical difference, still vividly imprinted in her mind.

Rena’s eyes traveled down; her fingertips approached Jurina’s pants, touching the showing bulge slowly and tentatively. Jurina noticed that Rena’s expression had considerably softened, a small, secret smile playing on her lips when she drew her hand away and raised her gaze to meet hers. “It’s alright, don’t be afraid.” Rena cupped her chin, placing a tender, lingering kiss on her cheek. “I said I accepted you, didn’t I? So, what should we do now?”

Jurina released a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding; she felt her own tension dissipate as she slowly returned the smile. Jurina pushed tendrils of hair back from Rena’s damp forehead, carefully replacing and adjusting to the side Rena’s fringe that had been messed up by the rain. “Do you want to go to The Furukawa Lounge Bar?”

“I don’t really feel like going out anymore,” Rena replied, before adding tentatively. “But we could go to my place, I live a few streets away from here. What do you think?”

Jurina held her breath and briefly looked around them, noticing that the rain had by now slightly decreased in intensity, before she slowly returned her attention to Rena, seeing nothing else but the sweet temptation in her invitation. Jurina nodded, not trusting herself to speak, watching as a smile of pleasure played at the corner of Rena’s mouth as the stripper laced their fingers together and pulled her along behind her.

Jurina was conscious that it was the first time she was standing in Rena’s apartment yet she barely took a moment to look around the place, far too distracted by the presence of the girl preceding her and leading her inside. Jurina’s eyes bored intensely into the curves of Rena’s slender back as the other girl let go of her hand - briefly listening as she informed her she would be back in a minute and to make herself comfortable in the meantime – before watching her walking away and disappearing in a room.

Despite hearing the invitation well, Jurina couldn’t stay idle and she followed Rena’s steps until she stopped in front of the room she had previously entered, her heart skipping a beat as she observed through the bathroom’s partially opened door while the stripper removed her wet blouse and approached the sink, grabbing a fresh towel within reach, slowly drying her skin and her wet hair.

Jurina didn’t know how long she stood there, staring, admiring at length the flawless body of the creature that had stolen her soul and her heart so many months ago, but her presence soon didn’t go unnoticed when their eyes suddenly met across the mirror. Now discovered, Jurina couldn’t bear the separation any longer and decisively stepped inside the bathroom, reducing the distance between them and encircling Rena’s waist from behind.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” she whispered inside her ear, before bending her head and nuzzling her nose against the crook of Rena’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent of Rena’s perfume.

Jurina felt the body against hers quivering in response and she tightened her hold around Rena’s body in a possessive gesture, before placing a trail of lingering kisses along Rena’s jaw and removing a few strands of hair from her skin, kissing her way down the nape of her neck. Jurina distinguished the muffled sound of a towel dropping on the floor and she fluttered her eyes open, feeling her stomach tighten in anticipation when Rena turned around in her arms and looked at her with eyes that made her shiver with desire.

Their lips met in a hurried, hungry kiss and Jurina backed the stripper against the sink, mapping every inch of her chest with her hands, outlining the shape of her breasts, caressing their softness through the fabric of her bra. Jurina didn’t oppose any resistance when Rena grabbed her jacket and removed it with hasty fingers, listening as it fell loudly by her feet, before the older girl took a firm hold of her shirt and pulled it over her head, their lips briefly parting in the process before quickly reconnecting in a languid, exploratory kiss as soon as it followed the same path on the floor along with her bra.

Jurina stumbled a few steps backwards when the stripper suddenly placed her hands flat on her abdomen and pushed her back, out of the bathroom, heat coursing through her veins when Jurina read the burning desire dancing in Rena’s eyes. Jurina barely had time to react that the stripper’s lips had assaulted hers again, her mouth massaging hers with provocative insistence as she kept pushing her back and back, only realizing where Rena was leading her when the back of her legs hit the edge of a bed.

Jurina heard the faint, distinct click of a bra being unclasped and she shot her eyes open, watching intently as the stripper removed the straps from her shoulders and let them fall, before tossing aside the piece of lingerie. A bright flare of desire sprang in Jurina’s eyes as she stared at Rena’s exposed chest and took time in appreciating her beauty, the beautiful mounds that waited for her attention.

Jurina stilled, regarding her somewhat uncertainly while the stripper took a step back and went to lie down on the bed. Every inch of her ached with need, craved to touch that erotic, perfectly sculpted body that she had once possessed. However, a part of her feared she wouldn’t be able to stop herself this time if she let herself get consumed by her lust, already feeling her excitement increasing by every minute, the knowing bulge pushing against her pants and asking nothing more but to be attended.

Jurina swallowed a nervous lump when she saw the other girl straightening up in bed and slowly approaching her side, taking a seat by the edge of the bed. “What’s wrong?” she looked up to her in a mixture of confusion and concern. “Talk to me.”

Jurina knew she had no other choice but to be completely honest. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself once I start.”

A sudden, knowing look passed over the stripper’s features. “Who said I wanted you to stop?” Rena reached out for her fingers, giving them a reassuring, light squeeze. “When I said I wanted to be with you, I really meant it.”

“Rena…” Jurina hesitated. “What I meant is-”

“I know what you mean,” Rena murmured, gently placing a hand behind Jurina’s neck, pulling her mouth down onto hers. “And I want this.” Rena’s lips brushed against hers in a tender, light kiss as she spoke. “I want this as much as you do.” She reached behind her jeans and retrieved the foil package from her back pocket.

Jurina studied her in search of any sign of unease or apprehension while Rena gently slipped it into her hand, but all she saw reflected in Rena’s eyes were genuine honesty and affection. When Rena took her hands and placed them onto her breasts, encouraging them to explore, Jurina surrendered as they shared a new kiss full of passion and need, before feeling Rena’s fingers deftly unbuckling her belt and pushing her pants down, leaving her in nothing else but her boxers.

When the older girl crawled backwards onto the bed invitingly, Jurina leaned down and slowly took off Rena’s pants, discovering the sexy, black panties she was wearing, before moving onto the bed, now more than eager to worship Rena’s desirable, nude body. Jurina climbed on top of her and her gaze traveled over Rena’s face, searching her eyes, tenderly melting into hers. When Rena tangled her fingers in her hair and gently pushed her down, Jurina’s lips came coaxingly down on hers, her mouth moving over hers in a sensuous exploration.

Jurina kissed her, lingering, savoring every moment, before her mouth left hers, her lips flickering over Rena’s skin with hot desire as she traveled down her throat, tracing a path towards her breasts. Her lips continued to explore her soft ivory flesh before her mouth closed over the flower of Rena’s breast, while her hand gently outlined the circle of her other mound, feeling it up and massaging it.

The fingers buried in her hair grew more pressing, urging her to continue with her ministrations, which Jurina was more than happy to oblige. She teased Rena’s nipple with just the tip of her tongue, before her tongue explored and tasted the rosy peak of Rena’s breasts. She gently nipped her with her teeth before suckling harder, reveling in her moans of pleasure, her pleas for more.

Jurina detached her lips when Rena’s nipples firmed under her touch and she gazed back at her work appreciatively, noticing the fine sheer of perspiration that now covered Rena’s throat and breasts, before crushing their lips together, swallowing another moan. Her hand slid down Rena’s abdomen then her hip, taking her sweet time in caressing each inch of her skin, before her fingers ventured lower to her midsection.

Jurina broke the kiss but never took her eyes off the girl beneath her while she slowly explored the area between Rena’s legs, caressing through the soft fabric of her black panties. She watched with pride as Rena’s pupils dilated with unmistakable lust, feeling the progressive moisture against her fingertips as she stimulated with gentle strokes and light pressures the erogenous region.

“S-Stop teasing me.”

A small, amused smile fell upon Jurina’s lips and she knew she had played long enough with her patience. Descending her lover’s agitated body that begged for more of her touch, she marveled at the view of the sexy piece of lingerie covering Rena’s private parts before carefully sliding it down her hips then her thighs, removing it completely. When she moved back on top of her, a tremor of desire rippled through her when she saw Rena running her tongue over her lips in anticipation.

Jurina’s lips covered hers hungrily, lost again in the intoxicating sensation of Rena’s warm and smooth lips brushing against hers, before traveling her hand south and leading her fingers into the folds of flesh that hid the center of Rena’s womanhood. Jurina gently explored then dipped her middle finger into her, Rena letting out a soft, feminine moan at the intrusion, soon pushing her finger deeper inside her.

Jurina slid into her slowly and methodically, twisting and curving, stroking her inner walls, brushing against her most sensitive spot. Jurina added her thumb to the mix and rubbed softly against her clit, feeling Rena’s sensitive, tight walls relaxing, moistening deliciously around her finger, Rena’s breathing growing more erratic as she moved her finger faster and deeper inside her.

As Jurina felt her partner’s pleasure intensifying by every new stroke, she could feel her own arousal increasing dangerously. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a groan, feeling her member hardening even more, swelling against her boxers uncomfortably and begging for attention. Jurina barely registered the feeling of a pair of fingers fumbling with the waistband of her boxers, before stiffening when Rena gently cupped her throbbing organ through the fabric of her underwear.

“You’re so hard. Come on, take it off.”

Jurina shuddered at the sound of Rena’s husky voice, feeling her resolve faltering by every second under her penetrating look. She wasn’t sure why she was still holding back; she had waited this moment for so long. Then, a part of her realized that her fear of rejection remained deeply anchored within her, and she was afraid Rena might not be completely ready for this and would regret afterwards taking the next step.

"I want to feel you inside me.”

Rena’s lewd words only served to reinforce her arousal and she knew she was on the verge of losing her sanity, feeling a new lurch of excitement within her. When Rena reached up and connected their mouths, she succumbed to the forceful domination of her lips, before swallowing hard as Rena leaned back on her elbows, her eyes slowly traveling down to her underwear in silent expectation.

Jurina brushed aside the voice inside her head, the one that had filled her with insecurities and doubts all her life, before slowly peeling off her boxers, letting the cotton undergarment fall by the side of the bed. Jurina felt a prickle of apprehension under Rena’s scrutiny, trying to decipher her unreadable expression, knowing she was discovering her unconventional anatomy for the very first time.

When Rena held out her hand in her direction, Jurina carefully got back on top of her and, as she read no sign of fear or repulsion in Rena’s eyes but only tenderness and desire, she felt an overwhelming surge of relief and hope. Jurina could feel her heart beginning to beat faster and she caressed tenderly Rena’s cheek, taking her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, trying to convey her eternal devotion to her.

Jurina kept her eyes fixed on her while she gently spread Rena’s thighs apart and pressed herself between her legs, knowing her need for her was showing when their wet parts came in contact. After putting the protection on, Jurina laid down on top of her and placed her member at the entrance, prodding against her, carefully pushing her length inside Rena’s closed folds, her member slowly working its way into her.

Jurina heard a small plaintive cry leaving Rena’s lips and felt the body beneath her tensing at the sudden, unfamiliar intrusion. At once, she stilled and paused her progression. Jurina planted little, soft kisses along Rena’s cheek, determined to reassure her, ready to patiently give her enough time to adjust to the size of her erect member. “Try to relax. I’ll be slow and gentle.”

Jurina kissed her lingeringly on the mouth while her hand seared a path down her chest. Her palms followed the curves of her breasts before roaming intimately over them, caressing her sensitive taunt nipples. Jurina could tell her soothing words and affectionate gestures were having a positive influence as she felt Rena’s body easing up, the heavy breathing against her cheek slowing down little by little.

Tentatively, Jurina began moving inside her again, slowly pushing, progressing inside her inch by inch as she felt her muscles stretching to accommodate her length. She restrained herself from going all the way in for now, knowing Rena’s insides had not fully gotten used to the intrusion yet. Jurina pulled her member out, then back in, slowly moving her hips back and forth a few times.

Jurina kept moving inside her at a slow, gentle pace for a while, relishing the delicious sensation of Rena’s walls enveloping her length, progressively giving her better and more access to maneuver inside her. Jurina felt her own pleasure and arousal increasing in intensity as she realized she had finally obtained what she had desired ardently for so long, and she and Rena were finally making one.

Jurina could tell that Rena’s initial discomfort had turned to pleasure when the moans spilling from Rena’s mouth were now sweet with arousal. Excited by her response, Jurina was driven to indulge even more in her body. Jurina thrusted a little deeper inside her, feeling Rena’s nails digging, almost painfully, into her back in reaction, until her member reached Rena’s deepest point, causing her to let out a particularly loud moan.

Rena’s gasps and moans rose in intensity as she continued moving rhythmically, penetrating her body over and over. She increased the pace gradually but refused to go too fast or too hard, wishing to be as gentle as possible and prolong their lovemaking, ensure the moment was pleasurable for both of them. Each time Jurina slid herself in and out, she felt Rena’s uneven breathing brushing against her cheek, intermittent moans leaving her lover’s quivering lips as her arms around her back tightened their hold.

Through the fog of ecstasy, Jurina focused on how Rena’s face was bustling with her own pleasure, watched in fascination as her body writhed beneath her, matching her every movement. Her face nuzzled into Rena’s neck and she kissed the pulsing, moist hollow at the base of her throat, exploring and caressing her skin with her tongue. This body was all her heart desired, she was in supreme bliss.

Jurina felt the older girl embracing her buttocks with her legs, seeking more friction, allowing her to plunge deeper within her. Jurina’s eyes clamped shut and she groaned, her breathing haggard. She could feel the fresh rain scent of Rena mixed with the musk smell of passion that their desire had released into the air, hear the wet sounds of their bodies smacking so deliciously lewd in the bedroom.

All of a sudden, Jurina saw the body beneath her convulse and she stilled, feeling Rena’s inner walls clamp down around her member as a powerful orgasm shook her. Rena’s arms closed around Jurina’s neck and she muffled a cry against her shoulder, shuddering as waves of ecstasy crashed over her again and again.

Jurina could not contain herself any longer as she felt her own climax coiling around her throbbing member, squeezing tight, showing no mercy. Giving a few more thrusts, she buried herself inside her and let her own orgasm claim her, following her too over the edge when the wild ragged pleasure overtook her completely.

After a few heavy breathings, Jurina collapsed onto her and buried her face in Rena’s neck, listening as they both panted in raged, sated bliss, losing herself in the delicious aftershock of her orgasm. Jurina lingered inside her for a moment, feeling Rena’s grip progressively relaxing around her neck, before slowly pulling out of her. Jurina’s lips descended to meet hers and her mouth moved over hers with tenderness, witnessing the sting of tears of happiness behind Rena’s eyelids as she whispered her unconditional love for her.

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Jurina’s speech from 2018 World Senbatsu Election (Translation)

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“I won’t cry today. Because all I am is thankful.

To the fans who always supported me and brought me to this point, firstly, thank you.

I might not have a lot of time left, but I have so much feelings of appreciation I want to express. So may I take my time?

(She asks staff how much time she has.)

Understood. I’ll talk within two minutes. So I won’t cry.

First, it’s thanks to AKB that we could hold the election in Nagoya. If it weren’t for AKB, there would be no SKE. And because we have juniors who follow after us, we have SKE.

Not just in Japan. The 48 group is all around the world. That is our strength.

I’m truly grateful. To everyone involved with the 48 group. You fans are the best. Thank you so much.

So I don’t want to say something that will make you all feel sad, but... I came here believing first place in the election was the finish line. Now I am in first.

So... I won’t graduate.

I finally realize that I’m still needed here in the 48 group. I’m so happy. *realizes* I won’t cry! The champion must not cry!

Today, I saw many members’ tears. I understand all their frustration. I’ve done this for 10 years, after all.

Of course, I don’t know everything about the 48 group. I started in SKE. But I can say this, because I was able to perform closely with many seniors... The current 48 group is the best.

Because no matter what, you’re all here. No matter what happens, you stand by our side. But watching everyone else’s speeches, you all seem so lonely. I don’t want to see members look lonely.

The only ones who can help are you fans.

So no matter what happens from now on, please stay by our side. It’s a promise.

With this, my fight with the elections is over, but there are still places for us that we have to fight. I seriously can’t calm down until the 48 group is number 1.

We have so many reliable juniors. We have so many kind fans. Even those cheering us on through the TV. So if we all believe and trust in each other, the 48 group will be the top of the idol world again.

It’s not “we want to be”, we will.

I felt it today. It’s thanks to everyone’s speeches that I won’t graduate! So I know there I still things I need to do.

But I’m reaching my physical limit. So don’t let me feel lonely. I’m going only by my emotions now. (Tokumitsu interrupts, then asks her to sit on the throne.)

Before I do that, can all the SKE members come here? All of them. Those who ranked in and those who didn’t.

*Everyone comes*

The fact that we’re here in the Nagoya Dome for today was because everyone in Nagoya and Aichi did their very best. So allow us to express our gratitude.

Thank you for letting us hold the 10th election here in Nagoya Dome.”

After ending her speech and talking to Tokumitsu, she requests the fans to stay until the very end, and then goes to talk to Sakura, thanking her for being her rival and comforting her.

Then saying one last “Thank you for your support” in English and sitting on her throne.

Truly, I love this girl. 😭💓

#Jurina Matsui #AKB48 #Translation

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Untitled JuriSaku OS (11/7/2018)

How many times has it been? Miyawaki Sakura thought to herself whenever she’s here-- in a certain hospital, where 48G members would usually be sent whenever they have issues with their health. The main reason she’d be here would normally be to visit Kodama Haruka a.k.a. Haruppi, the supposed Ace of HKT48, her so-called counterpart in said group and most importantly, a person she could earnestly call “a friend”. A title that she would not normally hand out unless she “deems” the title worthy onto a person. Of course, Haruppi has been clear to be in and out of the hospital and as such, Sakura’s visits to the hospital has been less frequent. Since then has met her fellow friend at her home as Haruppi still needed more rest and rehabilitation for her health to be at its 100% to return to her activities in the group. Sakura respected that decision, albeit she did feel slightly lonely and longed for the return of Haruppi by her side, to lead HKT48 as it should be. Her thoughts on Haruppi were put on hold when she had arrived at her destination. A nurse had just exited the room, bowing courteously to Sakura with the latter doing the same immediately before she walked away. Sakura froze in position, looking at the nameplate of the hospital room she was about to enter. “Matsui”. “Jurina” was written in a smaller writing besides her family name and Sakura gulped. She honestly didn't know what made her come here. She wasn't egged on by her manager to pay this senior of hers a visit, nor did Sasshi make a fuss that she should. Heck, she shouldn't have anything to do with her is what she thought. But something in the depths of her conscience, her heart, said that she should visit Jurina, whether she wanted to or not. Thus why she is here today. It's probably because deep down, she wanted closure. There had been way too much drama going on between the de facto leaders spearheading the 48G and eventhough she personally felt like avoiding the conflict in case another may arise, her heart wouldn't allow it. She gulped, shakily pulling onto the door and slowly walked into the room. All she could hear in the room were the sounds of the air conditioning and beeping sounds of medical equipments. As she approached the bed of said patient, she clenched her fists as her heart started to thump in anxiety. What would she say if Jurina was awake? What would she do when she sees Jurina, in whatever state she is in?? Would she just call it quits and run away??? Enough thinking. Just get it over and done with. Sakura let out a deep sigh as she drew the curtains, revealing her senior in a peaceful sleeping state. As expected. Even when she has her eyes closed you can see her happy facial expression. She wasn't known as a ball of sunshine for no reason. Sakura's eyes continued to scan her senior. She definitely seemed as weak as everyone feared her condition to be. She was on drip and it does not seem like Jurina would wake up any time soon, at least not when she's there. The younger of the two slowly walked over to the visitor’s stool placed next to the bed and sat down softly. She cursed herself in her head for not bringing anything with her to give Jurina due to this being extremely impromptu but she continued to stare at Jurina’s fragile state, heart aching at the sight. She definitely felt like she was suffocating. It felt like yesterday when Jurina and Sakura were asked to be the 48th single’s WCenters, with Jurina congratulating her and saying “let's do our best!” with the brightest smile she could show Sakura. Sakura, on the other hand, was more on the awkward side and rarely gave the same friendly response to Jurina unless she was put in the spotlight in the media or such. She recalls every single time they had to perform “Negaigoto no Mochigusare” together that Jurina would do the same thing, as if it was a natural habit. Jurina would purposely seek out Sakura before they go on stage, and encourage her with a smile before running off to go on standby without even needing a response from the latter. “You’ll be fine today! Let's have fun performing.” She said the exact same phrase each time, to the point Sakura thought that Jurina was on autopilot out of courtesy and just so she could get “brownie points” from anyone who actually noticed this simple act. However, now that Sakura has thought a little more carefully, Jurina did more than just that. She boosted Sakura’s confidence each time they had to go on stage together. Sakura never did the same, or more like, she couldn't, due to usually being either awkward or just not as spontaneous as Jurina was. Selfless. That was what Jurina was. Her senior wanted what was best for the people around her more than caring about herself. Sakura knew Jurina definitely needed the emotional support more than anyone else but Jurina decided to do the opposite-- by giving members who needed it first, not receiving it. Tears started to unconsciously roll down from Sakura’s doe-like eyes and she started to feel extremely frustrated at herself. All the drama, all the misunderstandings… everything could have been prevented if she had talked more to Jurina. “... Sa… ku… ra… tan…?” Sakura was startled by a weak voice that called out to her. She looked up slowly, only to see Jurina's eyes squinting at her, as if she was trying to keep her eyes open to look at Sakura. The junior felt even more emotional at the sight of her senior currently, but quickly wiped away her tears. Jurina was definitely not supposed to be awake, that was what she thought when she entered and saw her. This was way too unexpected and now she doesn't know how to deal with it. “... I’m… sorry……” Jurina said weakly as she slowly shut her eyes, letting out a sigh, before quickly falling back to sleep. Again. It happened again. Sakura couldn't respond at all. “... Why are you apologising… I… I should be the one who should be…” Sakura said between sobs, slowly reaching out to Jurina's hand closest to her and wrapping them in her own pair. “... I have so much I want to say to you… I have so much to thank you for… I…” Sakura tightened her hold on Jurina’s hand until she suddenly realised the fragility of Jurina’s hand and quickly let go. She shook her head vigorously in a brief panic that overcame her and shot up from her seat, breathing in and out shakily. Her eyes darted elsewhere from Jurina’s vulnerable body and she saw a clipboard with papers attached, along with a pen on it. She knew she shouldn't be nosy but she approached it and took a closer look at it. The first piece of paper had random scribbles and doodles which did not make much sense to her but it seemed like stickmen doing dances, with “Ikinari Punch Line” written at the bottom lightly. She flipped to the next page and there were more scribbles that weren't very readable as they were written lightly. She could only presume that these were written by Jurina herself. She continued looking through the clipboard and the writings and scribbles slowly got more and more readable and cohesive. They were probably written when Jurina was still in a more better condition than she is now. Her attention stopped at one piece quite a few pieces later and unclipped the stack before it to read it more properly. On it, the words “Tell Sakura” were pretty clear at the top. There was a personal note to Jurina herself right below it: “Don't make it sound rehearsed. You will make everything worse if you do. If you mean it, say everything from the bottom of your heart! >o< Also, don't overload her with your ‘speech” OKAY?” Sakura was confused. Just what was this? She continued reading on: “Hey Sakura. This may sound slightly awkward but I really want to apologise again for the whole Sousenkyou incident. I know I must have hurt your feelings and I should have known full well that you're as stressed out as I am.

We both have our responsibilities to fulfill in our own individual groups and our own dreams to pursue. But well, it'd be nice if the both of us can move past our… “issues”... against each other and work together for the sake of the group. It'd be nice if we could set a good example for our juniors… is it too selfish of me to ask? ^^;

I hope I'm not too pushy… I'm trying my best not to be! Really! I want to hear Sakura-tan’s thoughts and opinions as well! Please don't hesitate to stop me if I go too ahead of myself… it's weird telling you this but I’ve always had Rena-chan or Masanyan who would tell me off when I go overboard. Now that I'm the only senior, as much as I've lost my “limiters”, I realise I definitely need someone to look out for me. I've got Akarin for most parts but it'd be nice if we both could look out for each other...

I mean, we're in Produce48 together too! I really hope we can get more acquainted with each other through the programme and fight for our group so that everyone will know how amazing the 48G is. Of course, I'll take good care of myself so that everything will go smoothly. I hope Sakura-tan will take good care of yourself too. Let's do our best together okay?”

Sakura couldn't help but smile wryly at what she had just read as she returned everything to how it was positioned. She was well aware that Matsui Jurina was a rather stoic person despite her ever-cheerful outlook, since she had to literally prepare a “script” to confront Sakura, but it also showed how awkward she was in her own way as well. ‘An awkward sun’. She sees how that song from SKE48 somewhat relates to Jurina after hearing about it from members and comments online. Sakura was now resolved to make things right, once Jurina got better. With newfound courage that surged within her, she turned to Jurina and gently caressed her head, forcing a smile as her eyes continued to form tears within them. “... I'm waiting for your return Jurina-san… when that happens, I can be honest with you… and tell you a lot of things I've been wanting to say to you. Rest well…” Sakura left the room after she made a brief bow to Jurina. Little did she know however, Jurina's lips had formed a weak smile, and a tear rolled down from the left side of her eye, as if she had actually heard the yearning and resolve of her precious ‘rival’.

#matsui jurina #miyawaki sakura #jurisaku #ske48 #hkt48 #produce48 #oneshot #fanfic

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#source: Instagram and AKB48 Official Site #matsui jurina #ske48 #number 1 #puppy ready to fight

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sophcaro · 5 years

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Back in Time | WMatsui - Chapter 14

Airi retrieved a glass from the cupboard and placed it next to the napkin and pair of chopsticks on the food stray, stealing a worried glance at Akane who was cooking. At this late time of the day, the house used to be full of life and filled with conversations, but their routine had been abruptly disrupted. These past few days, a heavy atmosphere enveloped each of their evenings. While Shizuru and Natsuki watched television in the living room, their female domestic robot, Alice, prepared dinner with the rigor and dedication she was famous for. In fact, the latter went on with her daily chores as usual and didn’t seem too disturbed by the recent arrangements in the organization of the household.

But not the same could be said for the other occupants of the house. Airi witnessed on a daily basis how Akane was affected by the decline of Rena’s health and mental condition. When was the last time she saw her wife smile or laugh? Airi couldn’t recall. As for their daughter Shizuru, it was a hard task to keep the truth from her. She kept asking questions. To know why Natsuki and Rena were living with them. To know why Jurina hadn’t showed up once since their arrival. Shizuru didn’t understand the situation, but was clever enough to realize her parents were hiding things from her.

Akane turned the burner off and poured the soup in the four bowls on the table, filling at last the bowl on the food tray. As she leaned down to carry the food tray, Airi reacted on instinct and held her arm. “Let me do it tonight.”

They exchanged looks in silence. A mixture of emotions flashed through Akane’s eyes – confusion, surprise. She gave her a weak nod of consent. “It will be alright.” Airi gave her arm a gentle squeeze, wanting to restore hope and confidence in the future. “We will go through this. Together.”

Akane’s eyes locked into hers. “I can’t handle seeing her like this. She’s my best friend. I want to help her any way I can. I just… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Airi saw her insecurity. Her despair. Her sorrow. “I know.” She leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Rena is a strong person. Right now, she’s going through a difficult phase, but she will overcome this. I know she will.”

A faint smile played across Akane’s lips. She didn’t add anything after that and Airi knew they wouldn’t speak of the subject anymore.

Airi left the kitchen and climbed the stairs leading to the upper floor, cautious not to spill the content of the food tray. As she approached the guest room, she felt a twinge of anticipation, fearing how her arrival would be received. Following Rena’s discharge from the hospital, Akane had drove her back to her house, but the outcome was a disaster. Rena didn’t have the energy and emotional capacity to take care of herself, breaking down each time her gaze fell upon the single remembrance of her deceased wife in the house. It had only taken Akane and Airi a short discussion to make a decision. That same evening, Akane brought Rena to live with them.

Airi passed the bedroom door, not surprised to find the lights off and the curtains closed. She squinted, letting her eyes get accustomed to the darkness. Her gaze fell upon the bed, undone but empty. Airi moved forward and laid the tray down on the table, switching the bed lamp on. The light slowly brightened until it flooded the room, the walls, the furniture, and the body curled in a corner of the room.

After two weeks, Rena’s physical frailty had reached a preoccupying stage. Rena was dressed in her pajama, her general appearance sloppy, her hair disheveled. Her face was as pale as death, her lips parched and crackled. She had an empty gaze, her eyes swollen and puffy. Despite the food presented to her three times a day, each food tray was returned barely touched. Rena spent all her days secluded in her room, alternating between sleeping and crying when she thought no one heard her.

Airi’s heart sank, still not accustomed to such a terrible vision. This person huddled on the floor, silently hugging her knees close to her chest, didn’t look like her friend. She bore no resemblance with the proud and confident millionaire CEO she had worked aside and known for so many years. Both she and Akane did everything in their power to be of moral support after the tragedy that had struck, but their efforts didn’t seem to pay off and have any positive effect on her.

Airi kneeled in front of her, murmuring. “I brought you dinner.” She received no response and laid a tentative hand on her knee. “Rena?”

The physical contact stirred her up. “Thank you.” Rena stared back at her with a blank look. “But I’m not hungry.”

Airi felt despondent and frustrated by the rejection. “I know, but you have to eat. Akane and I are worried about you. Think about Natsuki. She wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

At the mention of her daughter, Rena’s eyes filled with tears. “You think I’m a bad mother, don’t you?”

“Of course not,” Airi protested, caught off guard. “You are in pain and grieving. We love you, Rena. We will take care of you and Natsuki as long as necessary. But we want to help you go through this. So please. Promise me you’ll eat something?”

Airi feared her plea to be futile. Her friend was avoiding her gaze and didn’t look inclined to comply. Airi hesitated, acknowledging the tricky situation. She didn’t wish to show too much insistence; it would only push her friend to withdraw even further into her shell. She waited and stroke her arm, whispering a few words of comfort. She repeated the process, waiting, hoping to witness the slightest sign of change. She didn’t want to leave the room with another sense of failure.

At last, she caught Rena’s attention. Her lack of enthusiasm was showing, yet Airi’s patience was rewarded with a small, unconvinced nod. It wasn’t much, but enough to elevate her spirit. She helped her get up from the floor and they took the direction of the table. The meal went on in silence. Airi stayed by her side the whole time. Jurina’s absence resonated in every one of them and she couldn’t imagine the pain Rena was going through. However, after tonight, her chest filled with hope at the small step she achieved.

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“The prince reached the tower where the kidnapped princess was imprisoned. Without warning, his horse stopped with his head high, ears forward, body rigid. The prince began to soothe the animal with a caress on the neck, but the horse refused to move forward, stamping his feet in displeasure. The prince stared in front of him and reached for his sword, sensing the danger. Suddenly, a mournful howling sound could be heard. His jaw dropped in shock at the threatening green dragon that appeared in front of him. The prince felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He heard the storytelling of a dark creature invoked by the king, but refused to believe it. Today, he was going to fight his greatest enemy.”

Natsuki gasped and watched, wide-eyed, the dragon projected by the hologram, searching in the darkness for Shizuru’s hand. At the physical contact, Shizuru tilted her head in her direction, reading the terror plastered all over her friend’s face. Alice, her domestic robot, kept on narrating the story, projecting in Shizuru’s bedroom images of the brave prince fighting the dragon with all his might, the special effects coming from the hologram making the fairytale extremely realistic.

“After a fierce battle, the prince planted his sword in the belly of the beast. The earth trembled as the defeated dragon collapsed and expired his last breath. The prince, exhausted and severely injured, dragged his feet forward and marched ahead. He arrived at the bottom of the tower, his progress coming to a halt when a field of thorns developed and grew by magic, preventing him from accessing the front door. The prince’s bloodied arm trembled and he raised his eyes to heaven, devastated by the new obstacle. Was fate against him? When would his misery come to an end?”

“No!” Natsuki let out a frustrated scream. “Why can’t the prince be reunited with the princess already? Why??”

“I-I’m sure he will,” Shizuru said, taken aback by her outburst. “Let’s listen to the rest of the story and see what happens nex-”

“No! I don’t want to! Enough! Enough!”

Shizuru stared at her, complete surprise on her face. Her friend rose from the bed, agitated, refusing to spare another look at the hologram. Shizuru went silent, not knowing what to say next. Deep concern washed over her. Natsuki was on the verge of tears. “Alice…” She forced a smile and addressed hesitantly the robot who had paused the story. “Could you please… leave us alone?”

“Yes, Miss Shizuru,” the female robot said with a slight bob of her head. “Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything.”

Shizuru followed her robot’s retreating form as she left the bedroom and redirected her attention to Natsuki. Since she began living with them, she hadn’t been the same. Shizuru had questioned her parents about it, wishing to know what was happening, but all she managed to learn was that she and her mother would be staying with them for a little while. Under other circumstances, she would have been overjoyed by the news. She loved spending time with her best friend. Nothing made her happier in the world. But everything had changed two weeks ago.

During their conversations, Natsuki almost never smiled. Every interaction with Alice, the family’s domestic robot, darkened her mood even more. Shizuru knew how affected Natsuki was by Alfred’s terrible fate. She didn’t understand either herself how come he had stopped functioning. But it wasn’t the only absence in her life that caused her friend so much pain. During family meals at 4, Shizuru didn’t miss the dejected look Natsuki would give the two empty chairs.

Shizuru gave a small tug at Natsuki’s hand. She was relieved when she didn’t reject her and came to sit by her side on the bed. In the past, Shizuru adored teasing and showering her friend with gestures of affection. A kiss on the cheek or a spontaneous embrace, often received by her shy friend with an embarrassed blush. However, this evening, when Shizuru laced their fingers together, her only objective was to bring her comfort. She suddenly had a flash of intuition. “Why don’t you go and see your mommy?”

Natsuki glanced up at her, startled. “But… Auntie Akane and Auntie Airi said I can’t.”

Shizuru tried to remain calm and think rationally, but her frustration at the situation bubbled under the surface. “I know and I think it’s silly. She’s your mommy! It makes no sense! You want to see her, no?”

She got a timid nod in reply.

Shizuru’s eyes twinkled. “Let’s go!” She stood on her feet and pulled on Natsuki’s hand. “Follow me. I know where her bedroom is.”

A flicker of hope brightened Natsuki’s bleak expression. “I-It would be disobeying. What if your parents get upset with me?”

“Who’s going to tell them? I won’t,” Shizuru said confidently and kissed her gently on the cheek. “I promise. It will be our little secret.”

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Rena tossed and turned in her bed for the umpteenth time. Would tonight be another night of torture? She hated the nights when she couldn’t sleep, her brain filled with memories of Jurina and her tragic death. Rena stared up at the ceiling. What time was it? It was hard to tell. She vaguely remembered Airi’s visit and taking a bite of the dinner she brought, the food feeling tasteless and bland on her tongue. She lost all appetite a long time ago. Rena was aware of the sleeping pill on the bedside table, ready to put her out of her misery. The temptation was high.

Sleep all day and forget? Or stay awake and have her days and nights filled with visions of the one she lost? The thought brought a lump to her throat and her eyes moistened. Her everyday life had never been the same since she crossed path with Jurina. She brought her a joy and sense of fulfillment her job never managed to accomplish. How could she go on with her life without her by her side?

All these years, she had become so dependent on her love, support and presence. Her heart wasn’t only broken into pieces. When she discovered Jurina’s lifeless body at the morgue, she also lost a part of herself. She felt paralyzed all day, detached from everything around her. Her emotions seemed to have disappeared; she felt physically and mentally drained. She was empty, like a cold shell, vacant.

At the sound of a small knock on the door, she hurriedly brushed away a lonely tear. Tears came so frequently and effortlessly. She prayed they would stop falling for once. She hated offering such a pitiful state of herself to her friends. Rena sat up in bed, frowning as she checked out the alarm-clock. A little over 10 p.m. Dinner had already been served. Had she been crying too much?

Air caught in her lungs when the person she expected the least appeared. Natsuki, her 5-year-old daughter, was standing on the doorstep. Rena grew rigid. She turned pale and clutched the bedcover. Shock. Disbelief. Fear. She had an agreement with Airi and Akane. She made them promise to not let Natsuki enter her bedroom under any circumstance. So what was her daughter doing here?

Rena followed her progress inside the room. Don’t come closer! she wanted to scream. She needed to stop her. She couldn’t witness her mother in such a bad condition. So why weren’t the words coming out? Natsuki paused once. And twice. She hesitated. She was afraid of being scolded. Rena could see it written all over her face. That’s when Rena realized she couldn’t prevent this reunion from happening. Of course, Natsuki missed her. She missed seeing her as much as she did. Tears sprang to Rena’s eyes and slid down her cheeks. When did she last lay eyes on her daughter? Days? Weeks? Her brain failed to come up with a single response. She lost all notion of time.

Natsuki came to stand beside her bed and, slowly, step after step, climbed onto the bed until they faced each other. Rena couldn’t breathe, let alone speak with the knot forming in her throat.

Natsuki’s fingers lightly touched her cheek. “Mommy is sad too...”

Rena shivered. “Y-Yes, mommy is sad.” She tried putting on a brave face to appear in control, but the sound of her voice breaking betrayed her true emotions. “Mommy… is not feeling well.”

“It’s because mama is not here?”

Rena could only nod by the affirmative.

“Where is mama? Why don’t you tell her to come back?”

Rena felt tears rising again but battled them back. She reduced the distance and wrapped her arms around Natsuki, pulling her close. “Honey…” Rena said hoarsely. “Mama… Mama is not coming back.”

“Why?” Natsuki leaned back, looking straight into her eyes. “I want to see mama… Where is she? Tell her to come home. Please. Please!”

Rena heard Natsuki’s intake of breath as a sob caught in her throat and saw tears streak down her cheeks. She embraced her in a tight hold, feeling her stomach churn at her daughter’s heartbreaking distress. It tore her heart to hear her cry. She needed to tell her the truth, but it was beyond her capacity. She couldn’t find the strength to utter the words out loud. “I know you love your mama. I love her too. But she’s not… She’s not coming back. It’s just the two of us now.”

“No!” Natsuki tore herself away from the embrace. “She promised we would always be together! What did you do?! It’s your fault! I hate you!”

Natsuki’s face had hardened; her eyes burned with anger and resentment. Rena didn’t have time to reply. Without another glance, Natsuki jumped off the bed and stormed out of the room.

Rena was left shocked and shattered.

Her heart clenched with pain, but she didn’t hold it against her for her harsh words. She was the only one to blame; she had handled the situation in such a terrible way. Rena felt more powerless and desperate than ever, before coming to the realization that it was probably for the best. Maybe she should let Natsuki believe she was the reason why Jurina left. How could she bring herself to tell her daughter that her dear mama - the one she admired, praised and loved more than anyone in this world - had died in a cruel car accident? Rena’s own sanity was already hanging by the thinnest of threads. The idea of destroying her daughter’s fragile innocence with the truth was too unbearable to consider.

#wmatsui #matsui jurina #matsui rena #wmatsui fanfic #takayanagi akane #furukawa airi #SKE48 #AKB48 #back in time #chapter 14

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