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They’ve always been a little too sharp for the room. Brilliant, restless, impossible to pin down. The kind of person who feels everything and pretends not to.

One night, the performance slips. Neon, sound, and someone who doesn’t quite look away. What follows is physical, strange, and harder to forget than it should be.

It ends before dawn, but the air still hums. The kind of silence that sounds like something unfinished.

Signal and Noise (ACFR #4) A story about connection and disconnection, about what happens when someone stops performing long enough to be seen.

Free to read now. For mature readers, contains explicit content.

The Rope and the Robe continues the Arakawa Confidential world, where silence carries secrets and intimacy hides behind ritual.

This story steps away from Bar Venus to a shrine at the edge of the city, where stillness has weight and devotion takes a form she was never meant to see. A single act, witnessed by accident, turns order into revelation. It’s about service. About surrender. About the quiet tremor that moves through body and spirit when boundaries start to dissolve.

You don’t need to read the first two reports to understand this one. But if it feels a little too intense, maybe start with Slippery When Wet or Under Control. They’ll ease you in before the rope, um, tightens.

For mature readers. Reader discretion advised.

And yes, like the others, it’s completely free to read. No paywall. No subscription. Just another story from a world that keeps finding the sacred in the dark.

New story from the Arakawa Confidential Field Reports - Slippery When Wet.

If Under Control was the quiet before the storm, this is the thunder that follows.

Bar Venus hums like temptation dressed in velvet. Momo’s the new girl, all sugar and bite. Rina’s the bartender who’s been pretending control is the same thing as peace.

They both learn it isn’t.

It starts with mischief. It ends with a choice. Mostly F/F with some M/F to set the scene, and a lot of emotional humidity.

For mature readers, so read responsibly, pretty please.

"Alright. Work to do."

The young hacker stretched his arms liberally as he settled in his desk chair, body molding into the familiar groves of the seat that had become home not so long ago. No time was wasted - Nima performed a quick once-over of his work station before turning to the monitor, his fingers darting quickly over the sleek surface of the keyboard. There were no mistakes made - Countless hours spent honing his technique and putting it to use for Canton and their cause left him a perfectionalist who had an admitted ability to rise to his own standards. By now, coding as simple as what he was performing was pure child's play, and the relaxed ease that washed over his body gave one that very impression.