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“Well, you see...” Eirin paused, a strange contortion spreading across her face.
♬Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der Autobahn~♬
The sudden lyrical outburst confused most of those present in the room. Eirin processed the link between the song and the small device in her pocket, reached in, and then held the flat rectangle to her ear. “Excuse me for just a moment.” She spoke to her audience with a smile, taking the call.
“Yagokoro here.... oh, it's you.” Her tone softened almost instantaneously upon recognizing the voice on the other end of the call, much to the bemusement and curiosity of him. Naturally, Kaguya knew who Eirin was speaking to, as did Reisen and the other rabbit, but he was naturally clueless. Shirou concentrated on the conversation, making sure he didn't miss a single word.
“So, working hard, or hardly working?” The doctor cracked a joke, and a barely audible laugh was heard coming from the phone. “Yes, I know. I suppose you're calling because she's made a decision. Yes, I know. Well, you're our liaison, you're in charge of this sort of thing. That's how I guessed.” She giggled, acting flirtatious. “Well, you don't have to say that, you know that you passed my thorough inspection already. Ah yes, and your boss' as well, I won't forget. You handled yourself well even though it was a double session.”
“Eh?” Shirou watched Eirin suddenly turn beet red – a first. “Don't say things like that on the phone! What if someone overheard?! You say you don't care?” She fidgeted with her hair, looking like a stereotypical teen girl gabbing on the phone. “Look, you know that I like you and everything,” she dropped her voice aware that everyone was listening in, “Can we talk about that sort of thing in private? Alright? Good. So what did you call about? Ah, that. I take it she's acting impatient, huh? Yeah, well you know how she gets. I'll pass the message along then. Stay beautiful. No matter how much you try, you won't be as beautiful as me? Geez, knock off the cheesy lines already. Well, me too. See you tonight then. I'll be wearing that thing you got me last time.”
With a satisfied smile, she ended the call, putting the device back in her pocket. She stood there with a stupid smile, daydreaming for several moments before Kaguya cleared her throat and brought her crashing down to here and now.
“Ah yes. Sorry about that princess, everyone.” She regained her normal cool composure almost immediately, She glared at him for a moment, her intense stare making him shudder. “Princess. He called.”
“About the thing?”
“Yes. She decided that it would be best after all.”
“I take it that the meeting is adjourned then?”
“Yes. Lunarians can wait. Have fun.”
With a swift motion the mistress of Eientei got up and grabbed her friend's arm, pulling him up with surprising force. He was baffled as to what was going on, but trusted in whatever his best friend had in mind now.
“Udonge. You should stay here. We'll prepare you for later. You're quite popular, you know.” Eirin told the rabbit to stay. This was the last thing Shirou heard before being dragged off into the hallway.
“So, what's up, buddy? Where are we going?” As they walked down the dark hallways, he asked the princess questions. “Isn't Eirin going to finish her briefing?”
“That can wait.” He could tell that his buddy was grinning, even though she was looking ahead in the darkness. It was a sort of natural empathy. “Just come along quietly, and we're going to have some fun.”
“Fun? Is that appropriate? I mean things sounded serious and all...”
“Hush now. You trust me, don't you?”
“Then just follow for a bit and do as I say.”
“Yes ma'am.” He added with a roll of his eyes.
His willingness to cooperate got him in a bit of a tight spot. Perhaps that could be considered something of an understatement.
He was bound, movements impeded and otherwise restrained. Hands behind his back, he sat (for lack of a better term) up against a wall in a poorly-illuminated room. He felt the ropes press into his skin at ever slight movement of his, all the while wondering just how exactly it had come to this. He had followed his friend and, as he had vowed to do, trusted her.
He had thought that he was in for the usual, the playing, laughing, and all the other things that they would enjoy together. Yet, in the briefest of instants, he had been tied up. Not only that, but Kaguya hadn't given a proper explanation yet; He was at a loss at what all of this meant.
“Buddy, these ropes are chaffing my skin.” He said as his dearest companion reappeared through the doorway. She closed the door, bolting it, and walked on over with a casual gait. “What's with this?”
“I trust they're not bothering you too much, right? Or are too tight or anything? It's the first time I've done this. I would hate to have accidentally cut the circulation to certain parts of your body.”
“It's a bit tight, but not too bad. Still, what's with the ropes?”
“Now now, bwuddy.” She smiled, enjoying the reaction that came from her friend. “You should know why. You've been something of a poor friend.”
“Ah... I have?” He looked genuinely concerned, a look that shook her resolve momentarily. The decision that had been jointly made had to be upheld she thought – it was, after all, her direct interest to do so.
“Yes, you have.” She began to list his sins. She crouched, bringing herself near to his head, her long strands of hair tickling his skin on contact. “You've been awfully selfish and inconsiderate, don't you know that? And we can't have that. Especially since I'm more selfish than you might think.”
“Shush now. It's time for listening not talking.” She spoke with a firmness borne out of a mixture of conviction and desire for what was to come. Her tone silenced him, making him understand that she was in control here and now. “There's a limit to how much of an idiot one can be. I gave you everything – a whole new world, hospitality, and even my love. But it hurts to say that you've just simply not repaid in kind.” She asked in a whisper, her soft words blowing into his ear, “Why's that?”
She stood up, enjoying being in a dominant position. He let out a yelp, a cute yip from her perspective as she began to rub her foot on his restrained body. She probed around, feeling his physique through the fabrics of his clothes.
“W-What are you doing?” He stammered, feeling a strange intoxicating rush beginning to manifest itself. His heart rate was up, shot up at just the sight of the milky-white skin of her delicate foot. Being touched by it was a stimulation he didn't know how to cope with.
“As I said, shush. You need to be brought into line, to know what your place is.” She kept a grin on her face as her eyes focused on the labor she was performing with her foot. She was amused at how he would quiver as she got near certain regions. And it wasn't long before his shock turned into some sort of pleasurable anticipation. She picked up on that with great satisfaction, “Oh? What's this then? Could you perhaps be enjoying being put in your place?”
She couldn't ignore the solid protrusion coming from his trousers. She decided to tease him, running her foot along the edges of the engorged area.
“Mmm.” He moaned, a look of concern giving way to one of excitement.
“This is really filthy of you. Getting all excited just because your best buddy is rubbing her foot on you. You're sick and disgust me. Taking advantage of my kindness. Eirin was right about you.” Her foot came down with controlled force on his shame, making his restrained limbs twitch. “It doesn't look like you're learning your lesson at all.”
She let out a sigh, removing her foot. “Maybe I should just give up, there's no helping you.”
“Please don't stop.” He looked at her with pleading eyes.
“I just realized how big of an ass I've been. And how much yo need to put me in my place, so please-”
“No doubt another broken promise awaits me.” She interrupted, but looked at him sympathetically. “But unlike you, I finish what I start properly.”
Her foot moved back into place, stroking his erect member through his clothes unceremoniously. She focused on her task, eyes firmly planted on what her foot was doing. Her movements were natural, slow deliberate strokes that made him mad with excitement. Excitement for more.
She peeled back his clothes, exposing him and all his glory to plain view. She didn't say anything, smiling silently, as she moved her foot across directly, rubbing with dedication. It wasn't long before his hurried breathing and adorable moans gave away his status. The smile changed to a grin as she worked with more force. With every stroke he would writhe with increasing abandon, giving himself in to her stimulation. The princess was losing herself to the moment as well, not even realizing that small beads of sweat had begun forming on her brow. Her shiny black hair moved in sync with her movements, shimmering with the little light present in the room.
Even though she knew he was almost at his limit, his eruption still came as a surprise. Violent and powerful, it seemed to go on forever, covering a great deal of her foot with the hot substance.
“Pathetic. Getting off with my foot like that. You're nothing but a lustful animal.” She removed her foot from his still-twitching shaft and cleaned off his discharge on his clothes. “You've gone and sullied me just like that. What are you going to do about it, huh?” She presented her foot to his face.
“Ah... sorry, it felt too good.” He apologized, breathing shallowly. Without hesitation he began to lick her foot, moving his tongue around her toes.
“What the hell are you doing?” She moved her foot back, surprised.
“I just thought that...”
“Don't do anything that I don't tell you to. Otherwise you won't be able to satisfy me.”
“Satisfy you?” He looked at her, wishing that his arms weren't bound.
“Yes, with that now-limp thing of yours.” She shifted her gaze to his genitals, studying them carefully. “Eirin told me that the average male needs a couple of minutes. But even now I see that you're still excited.” She crouched down, touching still-hardened member with her hands. It hurt him somewhat, but his excitement more than made up for that fact. “I wouldn't say that you're ready to go, probably, but this is a start. You really are a filthy boy, aren't you? Having sexual thoughts about your best friend. Or maybe any woman would do? Would you rather it were someone with a more erotic body?”
“Dammit Kaguya, that's not true!” He protested, feeling overstimulated with his member being tightly clutched. “There's no one I'd rather be with...”
“Oh, is that a fact? I somehow don't believe you.” She let go, moving next to his head. She undid one of the ropes tying his arm. “Then again, being in the position that you're in and the fact that we need to wait anyways, you have more than enough time to prove your sincerity.”
With his arm freed, he swung it around and held her close. He could smell the delicious fragrance of her shampoo filtering into his nostrils. She smiled, enjoying being held by him.
“I'll prove it to you alright. I understand my place and my duty. And yeah, you're right, I may be a monster for having sexual thoughts about my pure innocent buddy. But if this is wrong, I don't want to be right!”
She laughed. “How cheesy, but about on par for one your performances. Alright then, prove that you really understand how things are. Maybe – just maybe if you're lucky – this will be a night that we'll both remember for an eternity”
What's this? A return to writing? A prelude? A taste of things to come? Well, we'll see about that. We'll see how long it'll take me to finish what the proper update is supposed to be. So for now you'll just have to put up with what's just a passing whim. An admitedly not that good piece of erotica quickly written on, as I said, a whim.
And because I care too much even when I am supposed to not care I'll say a couple of other things.
>But then I have to wonder too, isn't that bottle in the OP a hint or something?
Sometimes, anon, a bottle is just a bottle. With no hidden meaning attached to it.
Simply put: Stop it.
I've stated time and time again that A) Character interaction is somewhat independant of storyline and B) The hints/allegories/whatever are there to enhance the experience but don't ultimately matter either.
If you like Kaguya, spend time with Kaguya, talk to her, keep the commitments you've made with her. If you like any other character do the same. I am loathe to quantify just how close you are to getting into someone's knickers, as I believe that should be an organic thing. You may have potential to go further with some characters than others, based on past actions but stop obsessing on whose 'route' this is. Even if I told you, that wouldn't change anything, now would it? You wouldn't magically start to spend time exclusively with someone nor would your enjoyment of other characters cease either. 'Where anon stands' as a poster so eloquently put it is plain as day. It's how well you get along with people. People in real life don't go broadcasting their feelings on a sign or anything and you shouldn't expect that here either. Do what you think is right and appropiate and things will likely work out. And when in doubt, discuss things with the people concerned. You can't hope to understand others otherwise.
This is obvious and I shouldn't have to point it out. The people you spend more time with are those whom the story is focused on. Your personal relationship with them is defined by your actions and discussions.
As for the actual hints, as I've said, it's nice if you figure them out, but they aren't vital and I don't expect anon to get everything without subsequent playthroughs/reflection. Yeah, the PDA does stuff. Yeah visions in a dream may be foreshadowing stuff, or explaining background. These are implements that add to the experience, but do not define it. So what if some damn bar is 10% more full than yesterday? The best meter for what your actual status might be is what's actually going on and what characters do/say/think.
I do realize that I'm not perfect, and I haven't done everything perfectly either. But really now, some of the things you say and think are simply overblown or not exactly true.