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Kaguya is pleased with the answer. She displays a grin, one that is unbearably smug - Ill-behooving a princess. It's, however, an expression that perfectly fits the circumstances. Somehow you think that Eirin would have a hard time matching Kaguya's current level of haughty confidence.
“You know Shirou, you made me realize something,” Kaguya says, “we're wasting opportunities just lying around here.”
“Uh, we're not lying around? We are, in fact, sitting.”
“Oh you,” She rolls her eyes. Humor of that class works on her occasionally. Anything needlessly complex or highbrow is liable to backfire, you find. You think it's because it reminds her of Eirin's explanations.
“So what did you have in mind?” You ask, bringing her back around.
“Truth be told, there's been something that I was thinking about doing with you. For a long time now too...” She looks around shiftily, as if trying to gauge your reaction.
Your imagination goes wild. There's no reason why it wouldn't, after all, Kaguya's demure ways entice and excite you. There's so much that could happen. And even if it's something stupid, like making popcorn and watching a bad movie, it'll be exciting as far as you're concerned.
“Sure, whatever you're up for, I'm up for,” You try to hide your mounting excitement.
“Well then, come with me.”
She holds your hand the whole way over, gripping firmly. Your excitement reaches its zenith as the destination is revealed to you. Your heart is beating hard enough to explode.
“This is indeed something that obnoxiously happy couples do in theory,” There's a squeak in your voice as you realize what's up. You proceed into the room with your head in the clouds. It's better than you first imagined.
“Why now?” Kaguya reads your mind as she closes the door behind you. Her smug, perhaps even arrogant expression makes electricity shoot wildly down your spine. She adds, “Surely you can figure it out by yourself.”
“I don't know, this kind of thing wrecks stories. Or so I've heard. Something about poor execution or an inappropriate lead up towards this sort of event. Someone with more conservative values might be offended.”
Your point is lost in a turbulent storm of thought. Kaguya smirks, looking at you in a very patronizing way. Her eyes seem to say, “Well isn't that just adorable?”
“I don't think we're in a story, and now I think I maybe shouldn't have forced you to read through all those games,” She laughs sweetly, “I think that if we've come along this far, we can deal with what's ahead. Otherwise you know what would have happened long ago, right?”
“I would have dumped you. Right, I know that.”
“Other way around, probably,” She shakes her head. She asks, still grinning, “Are you happy that you're in this deep? You're the one that's always telling me to be more straightforward.”
You think about it. And as you do, Kaguya begins to undo her dress. Your eyes are glued to her slender fingers as she works each button slowly and methodically. As strange as it seems, time seems to slow down, even pause, as you watch and you get the feeling that this spectacle truly is for your eyes only. Hers is a coy charm, juxtaposing what at first seems like reluctant unbuttoning with an impish grin that ill-fits the image of a highborn princess. She seems to take pleasure in slowly exposing her fair skin and silken undergarments underneath. She leaves her top half on, the front open and ready to be taken off.
“There's no doubt that I'm happy,” You finally reply, breaking the stare directed at her navel to meet her eyes. “I can scarcely believe that you want me to take a bath with you. I'm still not sure what brought this on. I can hardly believe that this is happening.”
“Well, take off your clothes then. Maybe the hot water will wash away your doubt. Taking a bath with your girlfriend is every man's fantasy, isn't it?”
Teasing with a wink, she rapidly presses on. She leaves the changing room and slides the door behind her. Because of the light, you can still see her silhouette through it and you watch as she quickly strips down completely. She disappears deeper into the bathroom and the sound of water and splashing then follows. She's likely getting ready to take a soak in the bathtub.
With an eerie calm, you take off your clothes. You don't question the validity of her previous statement. You can't speak on behalf of men everywhere, but you reckon she may be on to something. Or the magazine where she read that tidbit anyways. Thinking too much about the situation is liable to get you into trouble, you decide. So instead you just think about stripping down and getting yourself ready for a bath. That strategy works long enough for your to enter the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your lower body and for you to come into contact with a very much nude Kaguya.
Hair neatly tied up and contained with a towel, her gently arching back is exposed to you as she sits on a stool, rinsing herself carefully.
“Hurry up and wash up so we can get in together,” She says simply, not hint of malicious teasing in her voice.
“Let's not bother doing that old 'wash my back' cliché right now, okay?” She turns her head to the side, trying to look backwards at you, “That's what you were thinking right?”
“Not really, I was wondering if you weren't going to wash your hair.”
“Takes too long, won't do it right now.”
“That proves you can't read my mind,” You mutter under your breath and smile. It's the smile of a fool in love or, more likely in the eyes of an outside observer, the smile of a pervert.
You happily wash yourself up, soaping and rinsing carefully but quickly. You try to divide your attention between your own body (including your very erratic heart), Kaguya's back and exposed rear and the door. It hurts your neck after a while. The little 'ouch' you let out is heard by Kaguya.
“Is something the matter?” She asks, apparently done with washing herself. You may have pulled a muscle there and can't crane your neck to the appropriate angle to catch a glimpse of her exposed self before she gets into the bathtub.
“I was just thinking, isn't it about time that someone bursts in and interrupts us?”
Most likely Reisen carrying laundry, or something equally stupid. Like a bunch of schoolchildren on a field trip. Point is, door would open and you would look stupidly exposed.
“What kind of messed up thought is that?” Kaguya scoffs, “There's no one here but us and I don't think anyone else is going to come here, much less just barge in. You're being paranoid.”
'Eh, I guess,” You don't remind her that that sort of thing has happened to you before. She may not remember the incident and you want to keep it that way, for fear of ruining the mood.
“You really have been playing too many of those games... next think I know you'll start thinking that I'm the girl whom gave you the ribbon under the tree all those years ago.”
“Wait, how did you know about that?”
“Nah,” You get up, “Just pulling your leg. I'm not that far gone. Yet.”
Kaguya has a point. And you manage to convince yourself that nothing is going to happen to interrupt the moment. It feels like you're in your own little secret place, removed from the rest of the world. The time spent scrubbing and talking is pleasant and potentially infinite, nothing can end things prematurely you feel. If willpower alone could guarantee that, then you'd be set. Time seems to flow slowly, or not at all, when you're enjoying yourself with Kaguya,, maximizing your satisfaction.
The walk to the bathtub is awkward. With your towel clumsily wrapped around your waist, you are painfully aware that it will eventually have to come off before you get into the water. Inadvertently, you march bow-legged, surely looking like some sort of caricature. Making things worse, Kaguya's eyes are on your body, and she quietly seems to scan every inch of your exposed self. And the unexposed parts follow, much to your consternation.
Inevitably, a choice has to be made. The words “quicker is better” come to mind. That's why you decide to ignore Kaguya's scrutinizing stare and just be done with it. The towel flies off and you quickly hop into the large bathtub, raising the water level by a perceptible amount. You sit, rather sink, until only your head is exposed. You settle down at the opposite end of the large, square and ornate bathtub and take a very passive attitude.
“Aren't you even just a little curious?” Kaguya asks.
“I'm fine, thanks.”
“Really? Ugh,” Kaguya shakes her head, “I hate myself for saying this, but it looks like your body is being more honest than you are.”
“That is a horrible line,” You agree. But she has a point. She's been staring at you for a good while now and would haven to failed to notice something as obvious as that.
“Come closer then, it's okay,” She splashes a little water towards you in a playful way.
Go along with Kaguya's wishes
 Pussy out
It feels like there's some sort of choice you're supposed to make now. But really, that's just a silly preconceived illusion. There's no choice at all, no matter how confused you may act. That's the reality of it. The way things are set up, there's little choice to make but to go along with the flow, to ride things out with overwhelming inertia.
A sign that the gears are already inexorably in motion and nothing can stop them comes with Kaguya's next move. She bobs her head in the water a bit, as if pumping herself up. Soon there's a splash and the water level drops a little in the bathtub. She stands before you shamelessly, exposed and with thousands of droplets of water running down her very healthy skin.
She wades through the water, every move a kind reminder by the laws of physics of the beauty to be found in the natural world. There truly isn't a single flaw or blemish on her a fact confirmed by the way the light seemingly dances through the running droplets. Little wet streams where water gathered and plunged towards the bath highlight her regal curves as well as trace the profile of her breasts. Nothing is left to the imagination as your gaze lowers to her crotch.
There's hardly any time to react at all before she reaches you and unceremoniously drops herself back into the water. A smile of satisfaction appears on her face. It seems to say, “If you don't do anything, then I will!”
Your hand is seized underwater. Once again, you read Kaguya's expression. “This is nice, isn't it?” She seems to ask. Disregarding your nerves and anxiety, you're inclined to agree.
“I guess it's silly for me to bring up how happy I feel, huh?” You say.
“Yes. But you have a strange of showing your happiness,” Kaguya replies. With a teasing wink her eyes look into the water, straight at the the rest of your body.
“You're just asking for it, aren't you?” You shake your head and relax. There's no point in getting more wound up, you decide.
“Haven't you heard? Princesses are usually very spoiled,” She giggles.
There's no doubt about that in your mind. Kaguya may be spoiled but she's also sweet, stubborn and sometimes amusingly oblivious to your desires. In short, what you do next will surprise at least one of you.
“Mmmph!” Kaguya expresses her surprise by relaxing the grip on your hand. Her delightful lips are as lovely as ever The water provides a strange medium for further interaction. Parts of your bare bodies meet underwater. It is an odd feeling, completely unlike the sensation of clothes sliding past one another. When you separate your lips from hers, she gasps for breath.
“It doesn't matter how has the initiative as long as one of us does something, huh?” You claim, “I somehow suspect that the red flush on your cheeks is not entirely the hot water's fault.”
“I – I'd be lying if I didn't say yes,” She agrees easily enough. It's quite the change from the days when she wouldn't even acknowledge that you had any impact on her. “If you want... you know,” She adds, “we can continue. It's not what I mainly had in mind but...” Her voice trails off.
“Do you want to get out? “ You caress her cheek with your free hand, “I think all the water would make it awkward.”
She nods, agreeing silently.
Hands still held you both stand up. And both leave the bathtub.
“...back to my room?” You ask.
She shakes her head, “No, it's... warm in here. And I don't want to risk losing this chance.”
You understand what she means. In the bathroom, it's like you're off in your own little world, truly apart from normal reality. You hesitantly let go of her hand and arrange a bath mat and a few towels on the floor. It's rudimentary and ill-befits a princess, but you can't do any better. You embrace her and gently urge her down onto the surface.
Her head comes to rest on an elevated section of towel. The towel on her head comes off and an explosion of liberated black strands makes you grin. Even in the damp conditions, her hair is fabulous. It has a rich dark color and shimmers with light. You kiss her again, concentrating this time on her upper lip and with no delay moving to the side – across her cheek – and to her neck. You push back a few lines of dark hair and press close; It's difficult to stop just there and you leave a pair of love bites on her thin and slender neck.
“Ah!” She realizes what you're doing. Instead of objecting to the actual act she just remarks, “I won't be able to go out in public for a while at this rate.”
It's too unbearably cute for you to bear.
You chuckle and focus your attention on the rest of her. Like an explorer set upon virgin lands, you waste no time in exploring and mapping everything you find. Your fingers trace a route from her thighs, to her hips and to her side. The slopes and curves and their elegant mysteries are yours for the taking. You enjoy the benefits of her good upbringing by finding that the journey is exclusively over smooth and soft terrain.
The body of your lover is unequivocally well-proportioned and worth dedicating the rest of your days exploring. It's rewarding to place a hand over her modestly shapely bosom and to play with the pink peaks with your thumb and finger. You tease the soft flesh with your mouth as well, licking and even nibbling ever so gently on the tips. Kaguya's face is now flush and all the more attractive for it. She is allowing you unfettered access to her and you are making the most of it.
You enjoy seeing the change in her breathing and noticing how her body reacts to her increasing arousal. Her nipples harden and are like beacons for your attention. Her perky breasts are wonderful.
Her flesh is perfumed and sweet, thanks in no small part to the scented water she was just bathing in. Her aroma tickles your nose like a bouquet of flowers would. Being close to her makes you get drunk on her, something which propels your little conquest of the new world.
The soft mounds capture your imagination for a while yet and you spend several minutes massaging her front with gentle vigor.
“I knew it,” Kaguya groans, “You really do have a thing for breasts.”
“That's not it at all,” You reply, hands still hard at work, “I have a thing for you.”
After a line like that, you can't think of anything more suitable than to once again seal her lips with your own. Your tongues dance around, content to do their little bit in bringing two people together. A sloppy line of saliva is present between your lips. A line that Kaguya isn't hesitant to destroy by licking her lips.
It's then that you decide to move to the next logical place on her body. Your hands move across the warm landscape to her crotch. A fine area of silken pubic hair brushes your adventuring party as it moves by to the target. There is already some moisture surrounding the area, something which you see as an encouraging sign. Her body shivers as you touch her directly, as your fingers get to work.
You tease her mound by circling a finger around the entrance, tracing its path as it goes along. You move yourself to match her pink entrance's height with your face and you smile with approval. The letch within you is having a field day and you indulge your desires in face of Kaguya's implicit carte blanche. You have a better idea and change your mind about fingering her. You use your tongue to stimulate her, licking as rhythmically as you can muster.
There's no doubt that your methods succeed in arousing her further. Kaguya lets out sweet and sensual moans and her legs occasionally twitch in sync with your proddings. Further reward for your action is the increase in emissions of fluids. When you move your tongue lower, obscenely wet sounds echo out in the equally moist bathroom. You lap up some of her juices, making quite the mess of the region as saliva and her honeyed juices go everywhere.
A scent unlike that of her normal charm stimulates your nostrils. It's much more acrid and much more vulgar than a bouquet of flowers. Yet it is also infinitely more stimulating and definitely more arousing. It is proof of her excitement and the result of your hard work. Her fluids are a translation of her desire.
An urge to tease her with her very sticky reaction, byproduct of your specialized care, loses out to a little remaining dignified reason. It may be part of her charm, you think – to induce a strange sense of reverence and respect even in this sort of circumstance.
You are sure that you can move on if you want to. You look up to her face from down below, view enriched by the nearby pubic field and the twin hills off in the distance. She is looking down at you, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure written on her face.
All the same, you can't help yourself and have to ask, “...is doing all this really alright with you?”
“We wouldn't be here if it wasn't. I've made up my mind and there's no going back now,” She answers back calmly. Her stubbornness really is part of her charm.
You move up so that you're face to face again. You look her straight into the eye to confirm what she just said.
“In that case, I'm going to move on,” You announce.
“Please do. Can't you hear it? My heart is beating so fast that it feels like I'm going to die.”
You gently place your ear against her bosom, listening to her accelerated heartbeat. It's going roughly at the same speed as your own heart.
“That makes two of us...” You stroke her hair, running a hand to her cheek. You stop to kiss her forehead before continuing. No one could ruin the moment, not Eirin or a pack of rabbits. It would all be secondary to the attention and dedication you give Kaguya.
You finally acknowledge your very swollen member. It's been difficult to contain your excitement but it's ultimately been worth the hardship. With care and concern for your partner, you position your manhood to her entrance. You begin to push in slowly, whilst simultaneously lowering yourself to kiss Kaguya. Her lips stiffen and her tongue recoils a bit as you slide all the way inside of her. In fact, her whole body shivers a bit. It is like you're submerged in liquid fire, your whole body desires to move about, in a futile attempt to get rid of the excess heat.
“I'm not hurting you, am I?” You whisper to her. Your restraint is almost hurting yourself. You feel constricted, like an overwhelming pressure grips your shaft from all sides.
“We've come this far, so it doesn't really matter, now does it?” She smiles, but tears well up in her eyes. She preempts anything stupid you would have said, claiming, “They're tears of happiness.”
“I understand,” you let her have her little lie. You lower yourself down to her and allow your bodies to touch at various places. You hold her and feel her warmth in a way that you thought just wasn't possible. There's a connection that feels to go beyond the physical, like it might somehow be possible to meld together. It's with quite a lot of satisfaction that you conclude that your hearts must now be beating at the exact same rhythm.
You hold hands, fingers intertwined. Letting her know first with a look, you begin to move. At first the thrusts are slow. It's difficult to imagine being able to move about smoothly with all of the friction enveloping you. This makes it seem as if you're teasing yourself, the heat from before threatening to consume you whole if you don't allow yourself to go wild. You twitch and can't imagine being able to last much longer either.
It's in concentrating at the scene unfolding before your eyes that you're able to have some restraint. Kaguya's breasts move in a hypnotically smooth motion around, bouncing with every thrust and withdrawal. Her breaths quicken and she closes her eyes as a frequently increasing number of moans escape her lips. Thanks to your shifting perspective you are also able to enjoy how her hair shimmers with the change of light as it glides along with the rest of her.
Eventually, you quicken your pace. Groans and moans of pleasure escape both your lips as what is otherwise a wordless dialog emerges. The resistance you thought so overwhelming and constricting is a well lubricated canal of pleasure. Every move you make sends bolts of satisfaction directly to your brain and greedily makes you seek more. Your hips move increasingly faster and you abandon holding one of hands in order to lift her bottom higher and make it easier for you to thrust.
On her end, too, there is change. Her moans are now exclusively of pleasure, there is no doubt about it. She drives you on to consume her wholly. Her legs curl upwards and around your back, inciting your to plunge ever deeper within her depths. The sex is not rough, by an objective metric, but it is intense and intimate. You are both running ragged and building up towards a great release.
The fire within you seems ready to dissipate at any moment and you dedicate a few further valiant moves back and forth with appropriate energy. You think that you cry out in tandem with Kaguya as your final restraint disappears. You explode deep inside her, unleashing your scorching heat in a violent spurt. She keeps you held tight with her legs crossed over your back and trembles all over. You collapse over her, placing your out of breath face next to her own out of breath face.
As soon as you regain some of your senses you find that she kisses you passionately, tears in her eyes again. You stroke her cheek and, when finally allowed to, roll to the side and onto the comparatively cold bathroom tile. You stay like that for a while, holding her hand.. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, you cuddle, naked bodies closely pressed together.
Somewhere along the line you get lightheaded and have to relocate. It's only then that you're aware of the flow of time again. The hidden little world you inhabited becomes part of the greater whole again as you get dressed and return to Kaguya's room. It feels like the previous scene was just a dream as you idly lounge around her room, staring at the ceiling blankly. It's gotten dark and it feels like there's nothing else that you can do for the day.
“I love you,” Kaguya casually utters. She's also looking up to the ceiling, lying close to you. Her hand reaches out towards you.
“I know,” You reply, reaching out to hold her hand. A very powerful but controlled fire burns within your chest. It's contained for the moment, but your feelings for her could overwhelm you one day.
“Since when have you made it a habit to gives cool answer like that?” She asks softly. She may be trying to tease you again, you think, but her heart doesn't seem at all into it.
“I've always been cool and bold, we never would have gotten this far otherwise.”
“I wonder, I wonder... Ah well, I'm happy so I'll just let that go for today,” She giggles stupidly, like she had just made a joke with some deeper meaning.
 Suggest that you take more baths together from now on.
 Propose that you sleep together in the same bed every night
 Say nothing, the moment is best seized at another time.
 Get paranoid and find Tewi's recording of your sex tape