kurokawa akane ★ 黒川 あかね (
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[ The studio that all twenty participants had come to was no ordinary one.
It was a place that was secluded from the outside world, crafted specifically for these young minds to be on a sick, twisted reality-slash-game show.
Week after week, it tore at Akane's heart.
They'd offer up a motive. Some weeks, someone would succeed. They'd have a trial, figure out who the culprit is, and then the host would execute whoever was chosen, regardless of whether they were 'correct' or not.
But on weeks where they managed to prevent a murder, they'd play a game of sorts- many of them would be based off of other game shows that you'd see around, but would be more potentially deadly.
Everyone was split into four teams of five randomly, and each group had their own separate dorm area of sorts.
While Akane herself was not on the same team as Shirogane Miyuki... that didn't mean that they couldn't work together. In fact, he had saved her one week from an unfortunate fate. She felt indebted to him. There had to be some way that she could help him out.
She had heard from one of the other "contestants" that Shirogane's ideal girl was someone named Shinomiya Kaguya. That name was a bit familiar- or at least, the last name was. The Shinomiyas were a well known conglomerate that would sometimes invest in the entertainment business; she even heard from fellow members of Lalalie that if they could get that family interested in their theater company, they would truly be a success.
One of the rooms in the "house" they were living in during the duration of all of this was a library. It was stock full of all the information that she could possibly ask for.
And so...
She devoted her time to studying.
It didn't take her more than a day to figure out what this girl was like, and while she definitely had to fill in some holes that she couldn't find, but that was easy for her.
All she had to do was put it in practice. So she seeks him out after preparing herself--for once, she's glad there's a costuming room that she could use to replicate the look- something that she could possibly wear casually- a black dress with a bright red cardigan and tying her hair up with the 'usual' red ribbon- before seeking him. When she sees him, her eyes shut for a moment before she gets into character, speaking up with an air of confidence that she normally wouldn't have a tone that was befitting of someone who could only be described as upper class. ]
Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you for a while, president.
[ Her bright eyes shimmer, radiating something that, in spite of how in some ways she looks different enough from Kaguya for someone to tell the difference if they scrutinized hard enough, would be considered as deceptive.
Eyes that could make lies into truths. ]
It was a place that was secluded from the outside world, crafted specifically for these young minds to be on a sick, twisted reality-slash-game show.
Week after week, it tore at Akane's heart.
They'd offer up a motive. Some weeks, someone would succeed. They'd have a trial, figure out who the culprit is, and then the host would execute whoever was chosen, regardless of whether they were 'correct' or not.
But on weeks where they managed to prevent a murder, they'd play a game of sorts- many of them would be based off of other game shows that you'd see around, but would be more potentially deadly.
Everyone was split into four teams of five randomly, and each group had their own separate dorm area of sorts.
While Akane herself was not on the same team as Shirogane Miyuki... that didn't mean that they couldn't work together. In fact, he had saved her one week from an unfortunate fate. She felt indebted to him. There had to be some way that she could help him out.
She had heard from one of the other "contestants" that Shirogane's ideal girl was someone named Shinomiya Kaguya. That name was a bit familiar- or at least, the last name was. The Shinomiyas were a well known conglomerate that would sometimes invest in the entertainment business; she even heard from fellow members of Lalalie that if they could get that family interested in their theater company, they would truly be a success.
One of the rooms in the "house" they were living in during the duration of all of this was a library. It was stock full of all the information that she could possibly ask for.
And so...
She devoted her time to studying.
It didn't take her more than a day to figure out what this girl was like, and while she definitely had to fill in some holes that she couldn't find, but that was easy for her.
All she had to do was put it in practice. So she seeks him out after preparing herself--for once, she's glad there's a costuming room that she could use to replicate the look- something that she could possibly wear casually- a black dress with a bright red cardigan and tying her hair up with the 'usual' red ribbon- before seeking him. When she sees him, her eyes shut for a moment before she gets into character, speaking up with an air of confidence that she normally wouldn't have a tone that was befitting of someone who could only be described as upper class. ]
Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you for a while, president.
[ Her bright eyes shimmer, radiating something that, in spite of how in some ways she looks different enough from Kaguya for someone to tell the difference if they scrutinized hard enough, would be considered as deceptive.
Eyes that could make lies into truths. ]
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I'm here and I can still be with you, Shinomiya.
[ He's definitely betraying his own mind... ]
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Yeah. Ah... is it alright if I be a little selfish?
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[ She grabs his face with both of her hands and leans in to press her lips against his own.
There.
She's being selfish. ]
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Between him not seeing Akane at all, only hearing the tone of voice that led him to believe he was hearing Shinomiya, and his sudden... uncertainty that he was even still awake, he's taken aback by how soft and warm and... comforting her lips are.
He almost missed this. Almost missed her.
The most he can do at the moment is return the kiss, letting a hand rest on her shoulder. ]
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Nevertheless, she doesn't allow the kiss to last for long as she speaks up again, her voice softer now. ]
I'll let you have anything you want. Just for today... you can be selfish.
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[ Anything...
Shinomiya, did you miss him that much? Anything... seriously? ]
...So then... if I say that I want you--?
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[ Aaaand there's the retort and huff.
But yes. ]
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[ He has to be brave-- at least, as brave as he can be with a blindfold on his face. ]
I want you, Shinomiya. I want to show how much I love you, before I can't anymore.
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He hesitates, unsure if he can even ask this. Part of him has to fight back with something he's learned.
If he was going to die tomorrow, how would he handle this?
If that's the case... ]
Let... [ One more moment of hesitance... ] Let me touch you, Shinomiya.
[ He holds his hands up, trying to gauge where her hips would be... ]
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...first... ]
Your... chest. I want to feel your chest.
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Alright.
[ She grabs his wrists and brings his hands to her chest. ]
Can you feel it, president...?
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...they feel... bigger than he anticipated. He kneads and rolls, indulging himself with her body. For a moment, completely... being selfish. ]
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How is it?
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Am... I allowed to touch them directly?
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But she's curious. ]
You are.
[ She does grab his wrists a bit and peels him off of her so she can strip down, taking off her top and bra before she lets him touch her skin directly. ]
There.
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But he couldn't remove it.
What he could do was apply his own logic to continue himself. As he lightly squeezes a breast, he leans forward. A little above where a hand touches her, he plants a kiss. Surprised slightly when his lips meet her skin, yet going to kiss again, to explore her body as much as he could. ]
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Do you like touching me that much, president... it's no good if you only focus there.
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But, it really isn't good. There's... one thing he could ask for, one thing that he's worried about asking for, but...
...it... should be okay. ]
Then... let's switch.
[ As if to highlight what he's saying, he starts on unbuckling his pants. ]
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[ She watches his movements without hesitation before helping him out once he's out of his pants. Got to get him out of his underwear, after all. ]
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This felt nervewracking, but if he's dreaming... this should be fine, right?
That doesn't calm his nerves completely, anyway. ]
...is... it okay?
[ what a stupid question-- ]
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