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[In their time together, as their relationship crossed from acquaintences to friends to lovers and the intimacy that eventually followed, Kanade has gotten better at sensing Mafuyu's moods and needs. She still asks how Mafuyu's feeling, what she thinks of this or that, everything she did when their relationship was still so new. But she can see the little tells now, the way Mafuyu's shoulders square like when she's practicing archery, or the way her eyes seem to tighten even when it's just the two of them relaxing. She knows Mafuyu still gets lost in her head often, and she certainly doesn't blame her. She's made some progress on the road to recovery, but Kanade knows very well that it's a long road.

She always does her best to guide Mafuyu out of the proverbial muck that hides in those dark corners of her mind. Sometimes, it's as simple as just holding her hand until the light comes back to those beautiful eyes. Other times, she'll play some of their songs, holding Mafuyu's head to her chest and letting her get lost in the vibration as Kanade hums along. And sometimes, they turn to more physical pleasure, to let feeling and instinct take over so that Mafuyu can't think of anything else.

Tonight's one of those nights.

The two of them are already washed up, both so she can pamper Mafuyu a little and so Mafuyu can prepare herself, and in the comforting darkness of Kanade's room, she sets out a few of the things they might need at her bedside.]

Hm... that should be enough for now.

[She does pluck one item from the group as she turns towards Mafuyu, though; a collar, leather dyed the reddish-purple that Kanade so often used as her signature color, the inner lining soft and comfortable so it won't chafe Mafuyu's neck at all.]

Let's get this on you first, okay?

[It can be hard, sometimes, for Kanade to remind herself that these soft, heated moments of pleasure were for herself as well as Mafuyu.

After drilling it into her head for years on end that the only use for her continued existance was to be of use to others, her feelings after they began their relationship had been a little shaken. The kisses, the handholding, words and little gestures exchanged between them had been one thing. They were wonderful, and they were all precious moments that made Kanade feel like she was floating. But sex was something that was difficult for Kanade to wrap her head around.

It's not that she disliked it. Though she'd be too embarrassed to admit it out loud, she quite liked it. She loved being so connected to Mafuyu in such an intimate way, with absolutely nothing between them in every sense of the word. She craved the physicality of it, the pressure of Mafuyu's body against hers, the feeling of her breath against her neck or lips or chest. It gave her a rush, this physical proof that she was wanted in such a way - and that was the problem.

... Perhaps it's not a problem, exactly, but at times, it's still hard to process that she's allowed to feel that way. That she's allowed to feel the same high Mafuyu feels, that she's allowed to have this kind of attention paid to her. It makes her feel a little guilty, so often times, even when Mafuyu takes the lead, Kanade will always try and nudge her into focusing on herself more. It is fine, really - it feels good when Mafuyu feels good, so Kanade doesn't need to be the focus of attention all that often.

So it's easy to ignore the way Mafuyu's hands slip under the back of her shirt as they sit here on Kanade's bed, Mafuyu's back against the wall and Kanade sitting upright in her lap. Some of their clothes are already scattered behind them - Kanade's track jacket, and Mafuyu's shirt and bra - but Kanade doesn't move to tug her shirt off yet. Even when she pulls back from a heated kiss, breath catching in her throat momentarily, she instead reaches out to press the fingertips of her right hand against Mafuyu's sternum.]

O-Okay... do you want me to move up...?

[The tip of her index finger traces up an inch or two, between the valley of Mafuyu's breasts. Kanade knows she's sensitive here, but...]

... Or down?

[It's her pinky that moves the same few inches down, towards the waistband of Mafuyu's skirt. Close to where she's seated, where she can feel the growing proof of Mafuyu's arousal under her.]

[... So Kanade is sure this is a dream. A dream, or some strange SEKAI shenanigans. She thought by now she'd be used to the surprises that other world had for them - the additional Virtual Singers that would show up from time to time, the fragments, the feeling of things shifting in preparation for change...

But this?]

A... ah...???

[No, this has to be a dream. That's the only way to explain the feeling of hands on her shoulders, and more tipping her chin up. It's the only explanation for the sight before her; two Mafuyus, one smiling that sweet, glinting smile of her masked self, the other watching with that blank, intensd look of her true self. And the other set of hands on her... there's another presence behind her, one that makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She's not sure what the one behind her looks like, with how she's forced to look forward at the two girls in front of her, but she knows that must be some other fragment of Mafuyu as well.]

You... ah... w-what's going on...???

[Sorry. Give her a minute for her brain to catch up with her eyes.]

... I'm not entirely sure.

[ The Mafuyu that speaks here is the quieter, more intense one, wearing the dark outfit created by the SEKAI. ]

But I just want to be with you.

"And isn't this fine, Kanade?"

[ Now, the one who pipes up presses herself against Kanade more, her smile widening, wearing her school uniform. ]

"With three of us here, we can have a good time together."

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[ And the last Mafuyu behind her speaks up in an equally dry tone as the first: ]

"Just go along with it."

Go along with...

[Kanade isn't stupid. She can pick up on the barely-concealed hints in those three voices, and it makes her whole face burn. And the contact - that pressure against her front, and pressure against her back as she leans back to follow the second Mafuyu's movement - is almost overwhelming. For someone who hasn't had much contact with people for several years now, suddenly having so much of it almost makes her want to cry.

But... in a good way, of course. As baffling as this whole situation is, as embarrassed as she is to be the focus of such intense looks, she feels... safe.]

But...

[She looks from the smiling Mafuyu. To the true one beside her. A glance up, to the one at her back.]

... Only if we can all have a good time together.

You don't mind, Kanade?

[ That's the question that the actual one asks, looking at her curiously. The other two don't say anything, instead allowing that question to hang in the air, waiting for an answer. ]

[Aha... it's almost funny how red Kanade is at such a simple question. It's like that flusters her more than all the comments directed at her a moment ago. But even with how embarrassed she looks, there's a hint of that soft smile on her face.]

It's... it's a little strange... I can't deny that. But...

[With the other two at her front and back, this Mafuyu, the true one, isn't as close. So Kanade reaches out to her, wordlessly asking for her hand.]

You... you know I care about you a lot, right? [S-So embarrassing to say out loud, in this of all situations...] And that means accepting all parts of you. S-So whether this is a dream, or a trick of the SEKAI, or something else... if it helps you feel something.... okay.

I don't know if it will.

"But even so, I don't mind trying...if it's with you, Kanade."

[ And Mafuyu takes Kanade's hand without a shred of hesitation. ]

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the first lewd promised-

- AND THE OTHER ONE

will there be something other than smut on this??? maybe someday but now's not that day-

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