xunxjustxjusticex said: "Sis! Don't look in there!" Was too late, Sae was already opening the drawer & spotting a plethora of inappropriate outfits, collars, plugs, leashes, & her 12 inch strap-on. "I--It's not what it looks like!"
@xunxjustxjusticex
LIGHTNING QUICK MIND had already cycled through the full reel of unverbalized questions. Huh? What do you mean? What could POSSIBLY be in there? Your room is made up of compact discs, the outfits I’ve purchased you, schoolwork, and Buchimaru merchandaise. Of course. All those questions were answered in a RATTLINGLY REVELATORY SECOND as the draw came loose, slipping open and-- “WHAT THE--!?” Gasp and a complete freeze up of bone and muscle. Breath was going haywire. And oh how that dark shadowy part of her mind WISHED it was due to wanton arousal. Due to images of Makoto donning the outfits, collaring her neck, plugging her ass, lashing her spine and breasts, filling up that SOPPING WET PUSSY with all twelve inches of that navy blue strap-on. But sadly no such anticipatory desire could exist for Sae. Because it was clear from Makoto’s DECEIT & DESPERATION that Makoto did NOT want Sae to find them. Oh. No. No. No. NO!! These toys weren’t for HER. These toys were for-- “Ann...” The name fell coldly off her lips. Filled with more hostility and venom than any horror movie had ever displayed. For a brief spell, Sae feared she might just DROP DEAD ON THE SPOT. That was until Makoto tried to DEFEND HERSELF. That brought out a sickening and disgusted and derisive and rage-fueled ENVENOMED LAUGH. All caught up in the back of her drying, agonized throat. “Not what it looks like?” Head finally snapped round to glare at her sister. Sanguine eyes were OUT FOR BLOOD. “Then tell me, dear sister. What actually IS IT? Cause it LOOKS TO ME as if my Queen and Beloved Sister has been more concerned and more excited to use these toys EXCLUSIVELY on ANN TAKAMAKI.” Oh, how transparently her denial fell away in the face of actual threats and rejection. “AM I WRONG?! Were these toys NOT for use on Ann? Were they EVER going to be brought to my knowledge and attention?” God she was going to be SICK. Wanted to bleed herself dry. “WELL?!”
“--ANSWER ME!!!”
