And when everyone thought they had everything controlled, through the strings of their marionette, they found themselves strangled - all by the woman they sometime vowed to love.
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highest rank obtained:
━ #1 in hanma.
━ #1 in rindo...
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YOUR CHAMBERS NESTED IN DEAFENING PLACIDITY, the forsaken space is stuffed with nothing but the dulcet gardenia ambrosia of your redolence whilst it collided, shared with the reeking repulse of blatant intimacy that you and the third executive of Bonten shared minutes ago. The said executive scourged you with eminent gaiety, he laid you to the stairs of absolute rhapsody up to the point of no return - which led your body to an immense amount of exhaustion yet he paid you no heed.
"So? Any idea where do you solely wish to put Bonten's respective tattoo?" Kakucho neared forward towards the serenity of your reverie, darting you a joyous expression before fitting his dim and velvety gloves on. With a smile resting pretty on each side of his sanguine lips, he moved to set his hand-held tattoo machine, stencil products, needles, some tools and equipment in the side table plus all the other utensils he needed in order to paint Bonten's respective mark on you. Just the thought of putting the same symbol he has on you made him sense more frenzy than the shivers shrilling and combusting through his innards.
After the small majority of voting for who's going to be the next executive, Manjiro abruptly sent a telegram command to Kakucho wherein he shall acquiesce - never to disagree from the honor of painting their highly-preserved figure on you. And there the two of you alone in your room, both stark-bared whilst preparing for a new topple of intimacy.
"If possible, place it where all of you can see it." You smirked, getting up from the hydraulic tattoo bed before angling your hips closer to Kakucho who's sitting amidst your parted thighs. He was sitting in the peak of the bed, getting ready to paint you the similar symbolic figure of their organization - as per demands of the King himself and the votes of the majority to accede you into a higher position. As he raised the hand-held tattoo machine, the side of his florid lips curved, hovering himself closer before pointing the machine's head towards where your pussy is.
"How about down here then? Bonten will surely ravage this part of you if they see our symbol here." He whispered, pinching the acme part of your pussy using the machine's tip as you were half stark-naked before his very gaze - the only thing that's covering your exterior is a single bralette that Kakucho was so inept in taking off of you prior to the reason that you look sizzling hotter for his rhapsody.
"If you dare." You chuckled.
"Just kidding, señorita. The only needle that'll pierce you later on is my cock. Fuck Bonten, you are fucking mine." He laughed loudly, opening a piece of orange-flavored lollipop before putting it into his mouth, twirling it around his buds whilst putting on a show of how his tongue circled around its sweetness. His bare supple skin grazed on you, creating yet another warm contact for your pussy to throb and your cunt to squeeze shut.
