In the secluded nation of Inazuma, where cherry blossoms dance in the gentle breeze, a chance encounter sets the stage for an unlikely romance.
Kaedehara Kazuha, a disciplined samurai and haiku poet from the Hanamizaka district, walks through Inazuma's bustling streets, lost in thought. Meanwhile, Scaramouche, a mysterious wanderer with a penchant for intrigue, navigates the same path with his signature air of confidence.
As fate would have it, their paths cross in the heart of Inazuma City, near the majestic Musoujin Gorge. Scaramouche's gaze locks onto Kazuha's serene profile, and for a fleeting moment, their eyes meet. Kazuha, oblivious to the wanderer's interest, continues on his way.
Intrigued, Scaramouche follows Kazuha through Inazuma's picturesque landscapes, from the cherry blossom-lined canals of Ritou to the tranquil gardens of the Grand Narukami Shrine. As they move through the city, Scaramouche finds himself captivated by Kazuha's gentle elegance.
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( The drawings aren't mine, so please, whoever knows who made these drawings.. Of course i will credit them! )
Professor's Dark Desire
[18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3
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"Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy.
"Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy.
"Answer......"
She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering.
"Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry.
"Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time.
"I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her.
"Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices.
"Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....