Snow Fairy: A Story of Love and Obsession

The Shirayuki Flower

The nighttime comes faster than expected, and Tsurara suspiciously permits you both to sleep in the same bed. Mizore lays next to you, curled up close. Her breathing is steady, and she is clearly content.

                "(Y/N)..."

                You look deep into her eyes...

                "You know that if we don't do that tonight, my mother will literally freeze you... I don't want that... I think I'll be fine this time, but even if I'm not..."

                You hug her tighter, and attempt to comfort her...

                "...even if I'm not, just keep going... I don't want you to suffer for my insecurities..."

                You sigh... "Mizore, I couldn't do that. There's no way in hell that I would be able to use you like that, and I don't want you to think that you need to..."

                "But...." She makes a loud sigh, and freezing cold air hits your chest. "I do. I do need to... If I don't, I'll be letting down my whole race... I'm nearing the end of my cycle of birth, and I can't let that pass or it will be extremely hard for me to have kids... and if I would want anyone to do this with..."

                A tear drops from her eye...

                "...It would be you, (Y/N)."

                "Mizore..."

                She looks away from your face to a table next to the bed. On it lays a delicate yellow flower, slender in size, with pedals containing a strange powder...

                "I brought the Shirayuki flower just in case... If I ever get emotional, I want you to put the flower under my nose. It's a potent drug – if I take a whiff of it, my pain will immediately turn to ecstasy. I used it on Tsukune once, and we almost had sex... if it weren't for my shaking, I would've bore his kid. But he was like you - kindhearted. He couldn't have sex with me while I was so sad..."

                "Mizore..."

                Her eyes beautifully sparkle in the dim lighting, and tears fall slowly from them...

                "Let's just do this to please my mother..."

                She takes off her robe, exposing her pale, bare chest to the candlelight. You're excited to do it with her, but she isn't into it, and it bothers you immensely - you don't think you can do this...

                "I'm doing this for you, (Y/N), also. I just... wish it was under different circumstances. Try not to hurt me..."

                You start choking back tears, but you decide to at least try to go through with it for Mizore. You grab her left breast, and squeeze it, but you aren't focused on it... you don't even remember its feeling.

                "I'm sorry, Mizore..." You feel an immense wave of sorrow touch your heart, and you feel her sigh. You can't stand this anymore. You reach over for the Shirayuki plant, and place it slightly under Mizore's nose. She sniffs it, and she chuckles a couple of times, then rips the rest of her clothing off.

                She grabs at your crotch, but you still have a strange feeling about this. This feels different – she isn't herself anymore. The real life Mizore is always looking for reassurance or acceptance from you... this one is filled with lust, and just wants your body, not your companionship. The drug of the Shirayuki sure takes effect quickly...