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Nishiki hunching over and shaking in the doorway, attempting to stifle her laughter, it's almost a reenactment of when Kiryu showed off her new real estate suit. Kiryu doesn’t know whether she loves seeing her best friend so full of joy or whether she hates being the butt of the unknown joke more.
After finally letting it all out, her cackles echoing in the neighborhood, and then catching her breath, Nishiki attempts to stand up straight with her bag of convenience store snacks and observe the whole scene: Kiryu, sitting on Nishiki's comfortable bed, dressed down to her tank top and pants. This was normal: tonight, they decided on hanging out at Nishiki's place because Nishiki couldn’t deal with another night of lying drunk amongst Kiryu’s garbage-covered floor and Kiryu couldn’t deal with another night of Nishiki drunkenly complaining about it. While she doesn’t visit often, Kiryu’s comfortable enough around Nishiki to shed some clothes if they’re bothersome, especially when she’s hot from a few drinks. Her muscular body is, therefore, quite familiar. But in Kiryu's hand-
“W-Wha-what-” Kiryu silently waits with her trademark resting scowl (consciously, this time) as Nishiki still struggles to form words “What are you do-doing with that, Kiryu?” Her shimai’s name comes out as a high-pitched squeak as Nishiki finally loses it.
“Can you just come in and shut the door?” Kiryu normally wouldn’t give a shit if a neighbor heard them, but that’s just how embarrassing it was, especially when she doesn’t even know what’s so funny.
The massager against her back continues to buzz.
Kiryu’s sore from fighting random thugs on the street every other hour. She keeps forgetting to change into her single sports bra before going outside and for her size, they were too expensive to purchase as a casual everyday set; that money was needed for rent, easily-cooked grub, and beer for whenever Nishiki deigned to step foot in her could-be-cleaner apartment. Nishiki, meanwhile, didn’t have to worry as much with her finances and her smaller chest. (When Kiryu brought this up in the department store fitting room they were both crammed into, Nishiki punched her naked back hard. It didn’t hurt much, but it did leave a bruise around the tattooed dragon’s eye that Nishiki eventually apologized for.) Despite her annoyance, Nishiki bought her a few designs as a favor (along with many other household necessities at the time, as she often covered for her friend).
But, Kiryu being Kiryu, meant that she admittedly hadn’t taken the best care of her wardrobe and was down to her final undamaged bra, which she rotated with older and less-supportive pairs. She really did try to preserve them...but what’s done was done and she was too stubborn to ask Nishiki for more shopping assistance. Plus, even Kiryu was capable of feeling shame as a leech when it concerned things more expensive than a 900yen bowl of ramen.
Tonight, the men skimping on real estate payments were only aging salarymen, already drunk from bar hopping half of Champion District. However, they put up a good chase and Kamurocho at large was no wide grassy park, the claustrophobic district full of bars even more inscrutable. Everyone treated the maze of streets as their dumping ground, so every discarded cardboard box and broken glass bottle served as an obstacle. When she finally caught up and could use her fists rather than her feet, Kiryu took them out with no problem and earned herself an early night off.
She’d already made plans with Nishiki to spend that Friday night together at the latter's apartment, thankfully; after all that running and pummeling, Kiryu’s body could use a break. There’s nothing good playing in Kamuro Theaters and Maharaja was getting too busy with the more casual crowd, full of drunk tourists tripping over their own toes and even other yakuza from out of town, for their usual night of dancing. The two of them hadn’t met up for at least a couple of weeks, too busy with their separate jobs, so spending a quiet night in with each other (barring Nishiki’s possible appetite for a large restaurant meal outdoors) felt more natural. Kiryu, though used to being on her own, finds herself missing the (what seemed to be) eternal presence of her best friend from time to time, so when Nishiki had suddenly and incessantly paged all Monday to confirm details, Kiryu hoped it meant that Nishiki felt the same little loneliness too.
So here she was, to an empty room.
Nishiki’s apartment is larger and more modern than Kiryu’s; she has a well-used kitchen and exposed wooden floors (swept mostly-free of any hair or dust), even a tiny corner she’s transformed into her own makeshift gym. Kicking off her shoes, Kiryu makes a beeline to the fridge and opens it, stooping down to search for any grub while she waits. A few cans of beer and some marinating chicken, but nothing of particular interest. Nishiki must be taking her time to buy groceries, or at least some snacks for their date tonight. Kiryu pauses while the cool air of the fridge continues to blow. Not a date. A hang-out? A meeting? Was the correct term that important? Not really, but also absolutely. Kiryu quickly shakes her head, not even able to follow her own trail of thoughts, and shuts the fridge door a little too hard.
Getting up and straightening her back, Kiryu groans from the soreness that's been radiating for the last half hour. It's concentrated in her upper-back and while not the worst pain she's ever had, it's starting to get fucking annoying. She thinks about all the higher-ups constantly talking about massages, Nishiki included (though she assumes they both meant a different variety than what Kiryu needs). If it doesn't let up by tomorrow, Kiryu might really have to hunt a (reputable) shop down. Her heart is already crying for her wallet, but her body is crying for a soothing round of acupuncture.
Slowly, she makes her way over to Nishiki’s western-raised bed, soft and with an unmade blanket, to pass out and stop thinking about the pain (or anything, really) for just a moment. Kiryu was used to futons from all her years in Sunflower Orphanage, and she never felt the need to change her sleeping arrangements once getting a place of her own, but she had to admit that mattresses could be nice (when she wasn't the one paying for them). As she's within collapsing distance, Kiryu’s foot catches on something and she flops onto the bed with more force than she intended. Kiryu immediately snaps her head up with a frustrated growl; for all the complaints Nishiki had about Kiryu’s apartment, her own apartment wasn’t exactly the tidiest either. Looking down at what she tripped over, Kiryu spots an open box. It hadn’t been caused by her foot - the box had insertable tabs and they seemed to have already been half-ripped out in a rush. Pushing herself up with newfound curiosity, she bends over with an outstretched arm to lift the (heavier than expected) box onto the bed.
The slim box, white and pink, displays a calm woman using some sort of device on her shoulders that Kiryu’s never seen before. It looks like a large and oddly-colored microphone, but the woman clearly isn’t singing and there aren’t any floating music notes drawn, only radiating thunderbolts. There’s a large logo Kiryu squints at; she was never much good at English, though she recognizes a few words repeated on various signs around town, and there isn’t any katakana written beneath. But, examining the woman and her expression again, it has to be some type of massager. It looks nice. Slowly, Kiryu pulls the crinkled tabs. Part of her feels she shouldn’t, it’s obviously Nishiki's package, but she’s too curious and it was already half-open and if it’s actually a massager, Kiryu needs it more than her right now.
The machine lays in plain cardboard, no instruction manual or anything fancy included. It's long and white, save for the grey head and pale blue buttons trailing down. The head is large and rubbery, without any holes; Kiryu squeezes it just to test its feel (pretty firm). As her hand slides down the casing, her thumb accidentally pushes in a button and Kiryu almost drops it from the immediate vibrations. Quickly pressing the button again to stop it, Kiryu now turns it all over to hunt for its battery source. There’s no cord, but instead she finds a small compartment with a tab on the back; pulling off the plastic cover, Kiryu can see there are two large, palm-sized batteries already inside. She doesn’t recognize the size or its designation, wasn't even aware they went up this high.
Her examination over, Kiryu now quietly kneels on the bed, holding the item carefully on her thighs with both hands. It’s a massager, it works and while noisy, it could be worse. Kiryu is still a bit hesitant on what to do, but then her back pain decides to make itself known again at that moment.
Fuck it. Nishiki doesn’t seem to be coming back anytime soon, even though she’s the one who arranged their night in. Kiryu might as well try it out.
Experimenting with positions, Kiryu settles on holding it over her shoulder. Once it’s nestled between her shoulder blades, she presses a button blindly. It clearly vibrates in her hand, but…Her jacket is too thick. Kiryu quickly takes it off, hanging it gently on a bed post, then goes ahead and removes her orange shirt as well. She's a bit self-conscious about fully baring her chest in Nishiki’s apartment all alone, so she hopes her tank top is thin enough that she doesn’t have to.
Stretching once more, Kiryu turns the massager back on. The vibrations are more apparent now, with two less layers of clothing. It’s...not bad. Pleasant, even. Kiryu can tell it’d feel even better directly on her back, but she’ll settle for now. She moves the machine around, but the sensation doesn’t change much, so she returns it back between her shoulder blades. She presses another button and the pressure becomes more intense, causing her to shiver and swallow a groan. Kiryu was never very ticklish, no matter how much Nishiki ambushed her with wiggling fingers, but the vibrations against her back are starting to make her feel weirdly sensitive. Slowly rubbing back against the rubber head, the pain in her back is disappearing and in its place is something just as hot, but better. After a few minutes (not that Kiryu has been keeping track), the motor whirring eventually fades into the background, like the hum of a muted television. Kiryu wonders if it’d be safe to lay on top of it and take a short nap, as her eyes begin to close.
The door clicks open.
“Kiryu…” Nishiki had put the snacks away and settled onto the ground while listening to her shimai’s tale. “I mean, you’re not wrong, it is a massager. That’s not what I bought it for, though.” She bends her head down to wipe away another smile, not that it stops Kiryu from noticing.
“Then for what?” Kiryu questions with building frustration.
“You really don’t - HEY, STOP!” Nishiki jolts up off her knees with a scream and covers her head as Kiryu lifts the turned-off massager into the air, aiming it towards the top of Nishiki’s skull. “Stop, I’m gonna tell you!” Put it down! KIRYU!” She waits for Kiryu to lower her arm, who slowly does, though still holding the machine while glowering.
“Start talking, then.”
“It’s to-” Nishiki lowers her voice, accidently too loud from when she was trying to save her own life, “-masturbate with.” She looks slightly embarrassed at having to hiss it out, but it's nothing compared to Kiryu's expression.
“...” Kiryu only stares back at her dumbfounded, still gripping the large massager. She turns her head between looking at Nishiki and at the device in her hand, becoming aghast. This was...to get off? And Kiryu was using this on her back like an idiot? Hot shame blooms in her entire body and Kiryu feels the sudden urge to claw all of her skin off. Nishiki moves to sit down next to her at the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for a response, while Kiryu’s trying not to immediately bolt out of the apartment. Her mind is swirling at the revelation and trying to figure out if she should have known, if she could have known, had somehow already known and yet forgot what this massager was while she was too desperate to rub down her aching back. Kiryu recalls seeing some toys meant to imitate a penis, held on with a special belt. Okay, those were obvious. She’s also been seeing small pink eggs with equally-tiny remotes in shop windows lately, whenever she’s around Park Boulevard. They’ve also been cropping up in some recent videos Kiryu's seen, so she knows how they work. But she’s never seen...this.
“Did you use this already-”
“No, no, no,” Nishiki quickly waves her hand in front of her face. “I opened it to check the batteries, but then I packed it up again. Your back’s not gonna get any STDs.” Even while remaining incredulous, Kiryu can't help but roll her eyes at the last statement. Nishiki pokes her cheek.
“God, you’re sooo red~ All from using one lil’ vibrator on your back!"
“Knock it off, Nishiki...” She swats the hand away, but her shimai instead starts poking at the furrow between her eyebrows; Kiryu goes cross-eyed glaring down her finger.
“Is that any way to speak to someone whose private room you were rummaging through?” Nishiki suddenly asks in a serious voice, the whiplash in mood making Kiryu freeze.
“Well- I mean...I guess I shouldn't have been using it anyway,” Kiryu mumbles after a moment, a rare moment of humility. “But if I knew what it was...I didn’t, so-,” Nishiki can’t help but snort at Kiryu’s stumbling speech, withdrawing her finger. Kiryu slumps down her shoulders with small relief.
“Okay, enough of me being an ass, even though you shouldn’t be snooping. It’s fine, Kiryu. It’s because you don’t get out enough! You’re not adventurous! So, I don’t blame you for not knowing.”
“I get out," Kiryu huffs sullenly, tries her best to regain some semblance of dignity despite being caught with a vibrator on her back. "H-How'd you even know about it?"
“Yui-chan told me. She said it's supposed to feel amazing.” Kiryu stiffens. That was one of the hostesses Nishiki was always talking about; she was small and bright in personality, very fashionable. The complete opposite of Kiryu. Nishiki’s introduced them a few times when they’ve run into each other around town and Kiryu never knows how to speak to her, a combination of general awkwardness and not particularly caring about their lack of shared interests (besides Nishiki, who Kiryu’d secretly prefer not to share).
Nishiki sees the look on her face and laughs again. “C’mon, it was girl talk! Like how we talk! Not like me and Yui-chan are doing it.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You don't have to. We've known each other for how long? I can read every thought on your face, like a palm reader,” Nishiki teases. Yeah, right. "Yui-chan’s cute, but high in demand, just so you know. I’d have to spend a lot more money if I wanted a chance with her.”
“It’s none of my business, so you don’t need to lie or anything,” Kiryu replies more brusquely than intended, her face remaining heated for a different reason. She doesn’t want to hear about Yui-chan and doesn’t want to be holding this vibrator anymore. She wants to leave.
“Ugh, but there isn’t any business going on! Would I lie to you if I was getting any? C’mon, you’re my friend, Kiryu-”
Friend. That is what they are, in the end. Nishiki says something else, but Kiryu is too distracted over vocabulary again, briefly, to comprehend.
“What?”
Nishiki narrows her eyes. “Hello, Kiryu? Because you’re my friend, my best friend, my shimai, that’s why I’m trying to explain to you how to use it-” she taps the massager “-so you don’t embarrass yourself further.”
Oh yeah. This thing. Kiryu couldn’t care less anymore, but Nishiki seems intent on expanding her mind, so she might as well learn.
“Alright. How, then?”
“You just take it and put it down there.” Kiryu looks Down There, at her own white-pants-covered crotch. As it rests on her thigh, the massager is only a few inches away from it.
“Just on the outside?”
“After you strip, yeah, you kind of-” Nishiki makes an open “V” motion with her fingers “-stretch yourself and rub against it. There’s all sorts of settings, so it’s not too rough, but the highest one's supposed to make you finish in, like, five seconds. Like dying and coming back to life, it's that good." That sounds dubious and also a bit awful either way, but Kiryu says nothing. "I don’t know which one you were using, but I doubt it'd feel the same elsewhere anyway.”
“I see…” Kiryu's not convinced. She can’t really imagine it, with a device so weird-looking, even if she did just use it on her back.
“I could show you.”
They both stare at each other in silence for a few seconds.
“Show me,” Kiryu repeats flatly, tongue heavy in her mouth.
“Yeah, if you don’t get it.”
Kiryu looks down again, avoiding eye contact in pretending to now be very immersed in this massager. “For...when I get one?”
“I mean...I don’t think you'd ever get one, even if Tachibana can afford to buy you a truckload,” Nishiki laughs gently. Kiryu thinks that’s a weird way to refer to her own salary, but she doesn’t interrupt. “But I dunno...you're not curious? Don't you want to try it for real? I'm being nice here.”
That's one way to phrase it. Kiryu weighs her options. It’s not like Kiryu needs help on how to masturbate; she really, really doesn’t need help in that area. She may act more reserved than Nishiki when it comes to discussing anything sexual, but her libido’s permanently in overdrive and living in a single apartment gives her (almost) all the privacy in the world. The old lady downstairs had even once seen her carrying a huge economy pack of tissue boxes from Don Quixote and expressing regret for Kiryu’s particularly bad spring allergies, had given her another set (Kiryu wasn’t going to correct her assumption.) If masturbation was an Olympic sport, she would be the pride of the nation; they'd have to make a platinum medal just for her. The point being, Kiryu knows exactly how to masturbate.
But.
Kiryu soon gets a different type of itch. And against her better judgement (though for Kiryu, it perhaps wouldn't have been much different)-
“Sure, if you want.”
The yakuza world thrives on power, intelligence, and appearances to match; as young women and as members under the Dojima family, they were under more scrutiny than anyone else. With clan pressure and her natural interests aligning, Nishiki inevitably became the flashier of the two and remains on top of trends, practically throwing money into the air at the newest national craze. The car and clothes, Kiryu understood, the million-yen gold lighters less so. Despite her lack of interest in showboating, though, it never stops Kiryu from helping herself to Nishiki's goods, to her shimai's (albeit mostly feigned) chagrin. Therefore, it didn't particularly surprise Kiryu why Nishiki became so well-versed in hostess clubs (If anything, it was only due to Kiryu's prowess in busting heads that she could previously get away with slacking off in such departments). Just another part of the job. When it wasn't hostesses, she was deep into researching new male idols in the music scene, which aligned with all her boy-crazy talk back in highschool (Nishiki leading the conversation, of course, by chattering to an ambivalent and taciturn Kiryu on the school roof as they skipped class).
So when Nishiki began discussing women in a way beyond studying their looks or their partying skills, Kiryu wasn’t sure what to make of it. She tried not to show too much interest in return, a quiet sort of fear at testing the tensile strength of their relationship. It'd be too easy to piece together Kiryu's inner desires the moment she gave any sort of hint. Nishiki knows her too well, after all. Or so she thought. Nishiki, noticing her hesitance, mistook it for scrutiny and it led to an awkward few days until Kiryu clarified (lied) that she just didn't get the concept of falling in love with anyone at their age, let alone in Kamurocho of all places.
In Kamurocho, anything goes, especially if society dictates it less than savory (arbitrarily or not). That meant that at night, while not completely conspicuous, the mecca of vice opened itself to other types of couples; the eternal flow of liquor loosening their sense of caution and stupefying those who would otherwise throw a fuss certainly helped. Whenever the two of them ventured out late on the streets, as all young and carefree twenty-year olds with too much money and confidence did in a city ruled by entertainment, Kiryu inevitably managed to spot couples of men or women alone in dark alleys and overshadowed bar corners. Her heart never failed to skip a beat, still unused to such displays outside of novels or movies, even if they weren't exactly flaunted. When Nishiki threw an arm around her shoulder, Kiryu would quickly rip her gaze away, unwilling to draw attention towards an awkward conversation subject. Talking about them would lead into talking about her opinions, which meant Kiryu talking about herself, and she tried to avoid that as much as possible (though clearly she failed). Seems she wasn't the only one who'd been staring after all.
After Kiryu's admittance, with visible relief at her friend's innocence and returning to her jovial self, Nishiki told her to get with the times. But Kiryu’s felt like this towards women for much longer than the current fashion, she thinks. Since seeing Nishiki almost every day of her life. She wonders if maybe that length of time, providing every chance to scrutinize every fault of Kiryu over days and months and years, is what excludes her from Nishiki's gaze.
Now, after all this time, Kiryu doesn’t know what they are, or at least what she thinks they are. Childhood friends, yes. Shimai, yes. But she’s not sure if even shimai are meant to be this close.
Tachibana and Oda briefly pop into her mind. Oda, perpetually rude to Kiryu with an attitude her outdated pantsuit didn’t justify, but all glam and charm (fake, but oozing nonetheless) as soon as Tachibana appeared, hurriedly brushing a hand through her own coiffed hair with a too-large smile and asking if their boss needed anything to be done immediately. The fawning and sweet talk wasn’t all either. Oda was always touching the smaller woman in some form: resting a hand on a hip, brushing rice grains off a cheek, a tight shoulder grab inwards while walking down Pink Street even though Tachibana was perfectly capable of avoiding questionable hawkers on her own. Tachibana never fussed about Oda’s fussing, though, Kiryu noticed as she often trailed behind them. (It was always an awkward combination when all three of them were out and about: Tachibana constantly paused her steps for Kiryu to catch up, extending her prosthetic hand and expecting Kiryu’s calloused flesh in return. Meanwhile, Oda glared at her from above Tachibana’s head once they were all in a line, convincing Kiryu to slow her steps behind the two real estate women. So, the cycle continued). If anything, Tachibana accepted it as a part of life.
However, despite the physical contact and Oda’s tooth-aching subservience, it’s still more of a boss and secretary (bodyguard? attack dog?) situation than her and Nishiki's, Kiryu thinks. Or maybe that’s simply what it became after years of…Kiryu’s not sure if what Tachibana and Oda have can be called “love,” exactly. Certainly something beyond friendship. Something intimate.
Besides observing her new supervisors, Kiryu’s also familiar with intimacy of a different variety. She’s looked at shrinkwrapped magazines before, secretly (quickly flipping through the pages to stop at any glimpses of short bobbed hair, a glint of a fanged smile, solo or entangled with another woman.) Once she moved into her own apartment by Kamurocho, she’s even snuck in to rent a few videos at Gandhara (where they don’t care about their clientele as long as they get their money) whenever she’s had the free time and worked up the nerve. Those were more of a mixed bag; the grainy tapes left less to the imagination in terms of audio and movement, not always for the better, but when they were good, they were good.
One video, in particular, gave Kiryu what she felt was her money's worth. It was simpler in production than the others, an amateur movie shot in first-person point-of-view and all in the back of a tinted car. Nothing on the case or in the video specified whether you were meant to be a man, so that made it easier for Kiryu to immerse herself. In any case, the main focus was on the female star. She wore a lot of red, had a nice smile, and could carry a funny (one-sided) conversation until she began moaning and squirming all over the backseat. In lieu of showing any (inevitably censored) genitals, she was fingered underneath her tight miniskirt, the squelching mixing with her soft gasps. Her shy aroused gaze, permanently locked with the camera, and the way she bit her bottom lip to muffle her own voice ultimately did Kiryu in; she supposes it's the combination of attractiveness (resembling who else) and realistic simplicity that kept the video as her favorite.
Sometimes, Kiryu and Nishiki can hear her neighbors next to them getting down and dirty. The muffled thumps and moans manage to carry above their conversation and even the buzzing TV set if it’s on. Nishiki thinks it’s hilarious while Kiryu, nursing one beer bottle of many, wishes she had the courage to suggest that they too get a little sloppy with their mouths and down below. The video pops up in her mind on such occasions; even though she’s sure in reality that Nishiki would spike her head on the car’s antenna if sticky bodily fluids got all over her leather seats or in her dry-clean-only pants, it’s nice to think about.
But sometimes, other times, she just wants to be alone, with Nishiki, just the two of them together. "Don't we hang out all the time already?" She can hear Nishiki asking skeptically. But it's not the same, Kiryu feels. Not like when they were children, dependent on each other, perhaps to an unhealthy degree. There's a whole new city and world ahead of them and Kiryu wants to claim her best friend for herself. Wants to convey her feelings with the proper words that she knows she can’t voice or even think of. Maybe that's why Oda clung to Tachibana so tightly, Kiryu mulls, her own silent fears getting the best of her.
Maybe it is love, not that Kiryu can define it. It’s times like these where she assumes if she had maybe, somehow, gone to university, all these complications wouldn't do a number on her brain. But she can’t change the past and all this thinking doesn't change her current feelings, whatever they are. Kiryu just tries to act as she always does (as she's supposed to). They're still shimai, after all. That's already deep, beyond any other regular city gal pals. She should be satisfied with whatever she has with Nishiki right now.
It’s just hard sometimes. Especially when Nishiki is stripping right behind her so they can masturbate together with her handheld massager.
“Do we need to take all our clothes off?'' Kiryu freezes with her tank top and bra in her arms. Nishiki’s now red, uncharacteristically so for the person who suggested masturbating together in the first place, but maybe she has second thoughts at the reality of it. Kiryu now worries she appears overeager (Though she absolutely is. Her heart pounds a mile a second, like she’s gulped down three Staminan Sparks in a row.)
“We’ll get hot and sweaty,” Kiryu blurts out stupidly.
“A-Ah, you’re right. Good thinking, Kiryu.” Nishiki's laugh follows a few seconds too late. Kiryu remains still, suddenly feeling overexposed.
“I can put them back on.”
“No! Leave them off.”
“Okay,” Kiryu mumbles as she puts her clothes on the floor. “You don’t have to copy me, Nishiki. Whatever you wanna do is good.” Of course Kiryu wants to watch Nishiki strip completely, but she also wants Nishiki to be comfortable enough to go through with it. It wasn't like Nishiki was ever shy in the bath or gym, but like everything else tonight, this was a new experience. Observing the way Nishiki slightly relaxed tells her that it was the right thing to say. She turns around, but continues peeking over her shoulder to talk to Kiryu.
“Well, we have to take my pants off. Buuuuut, I might keep my jacket on. I mean, it’s a little chilly in here”. It is winter and though Nishiki's apartment is undoubtedly superior to Kiryu's hole in the wall, it isn’t lieutenant penthouse quality either.
Nishiki settles on keeping her jacket and shirt on, fully-opened. Her bra is removed, leaving her chest bare.
“Gotta let them free once in a while,” Nishiki’s casual charm slowly re-enters her voice. “Plus, they always get sensitive whenever I get off, y’know.”
Kiryu did not know. Nishiki already has a big mouth, but tonight she’s particularly chatty about her body and habits in a way that Kiryu can’t recall hearing before (while her memory may be bad, she clings to scraps of Nishiki revelations). This new information provided with a full-on display of Nishiki’s exposed breasts, framed by her open dress shirt and suit jacket, makes Kiryu twitch. Sitting closely across from each other on the bed, Kiryu notes how Nishiki’s nipples and areola are perfectly proportioned to her ample breasts (Kiryu isn't artistically-minded in particular, but that's how she feels. Not that she could ever say any of this out loud) and dusty brown, or maybe a muted pink. If Kiryu leans her head down to suck, she wonders if their color would darken. As for down there, Kiryu tries (keyword is tries) to avoid staring, but she’s curious if Nishiki is anywhere near as excited as herself (as if she could tell); stealing a glance downwards, all she can parse is that Nishiki keeps herself neatly trimmed. Kiryu’s pubic hair is wilder in comparison, a contrast to her own cropped hairstyle and Nishiki’s longer bob.
It’s a bit frustrating how perfect Nishiki appears to be - lively, strong, and now cutely-sexy (Was that even a term? It is now.) Kiryu isn't jealous of Nishiki being who she is; they were two separate people, after all, and it was nice to see Nishiki grow into her own after she spent so long trying to receive attention within the orphanage. But then again, that struggle is what allowed them endless time with each other. Despite herself, Kiryu wonders how many other people have been attracted to Nishiki, allowed to see her like this (how many of them women).
While trying to figure out what kind of position will let them both use the massager, Kiryu ends up on top after they resorted to rock paper scissors (Nishiki foolishly tosses out scissors and is hit by Kiryu meteoring her rock fist downward). She was fine with being on the bottom (the mental vision of looking up at Nishiki’s pleasured face and trembling breasts making Kiryu clench) but Nishiki makes a comment about Kiryu coming too quickly and collapsing if she were on top, crushing her; a fight was needed. But then, as Kiryu begins to straddle Nishiki, she starts sweating at their proximity. Suddenly, she suggests a different position, both of them sitting up and crossing their legs over each other rather than lying down; Kiryu's seen it in many photoshoots and figures it should work even with a massager in between. Fortunately, Nishiki obliges, sitting up quickly and rearranging their bodies just as fast.
They arrange themselves as best as they can with the vibrator between them. Both leave their bodies an inch of space from the head, but neither of them mention it. Kiryu can already feel her hand begin to slip on the handle, so she tightens her grip.
“And we just press it once...here.” As Nishiki turns it on, the buzzing (louder than it felt even when Kiryu was alone) makes them both immediately jolt before scrambling to turn it off again.
"What setting was that?" Kiryu tentatively asks as they both stare at the quiet machine. Nishiki blushes harder (somehow) from embarrassment.
“The highest one..."
"Why the hell would you do that?”
"I just wanted to see what it was like!" Nishiki snaps back. "Okay, let's try this one…”
The buzzing is still louder than either of them likes, but it doesn't threaten to saw through their flesh like before. They gingerly move closer, still away from the vibrating thing between them. Nishiki’s thighs are soft and warm while she laughs nervously.
“We have to touch it eventually," Kiryu mutters.
At that, Nishiki shuffles forward a greater distance, tentatively pressing herself against the head with a squeak. Her eyes dart between Kiryu and the massager, while Kiryu pretends not to notice. Slowly, her expression changes as her eyebrows knit together and Kiryu wonders if she should immediately stop, but a pleasured sigh escapes Nishiki's lips and Kiryu assumes her body's already acclimated. She scoots forward as well, not wanting to be left behind.
They lay still, awkward and quiet against the buzzing, but then Nishiki slowly moves herself against the machine. Kiryu’s not sure what to do herself...She figures she should move it up and down, but it’s currently in the perfect position for Nishiki and she doesn’t want to disturb her. After finally pressing against it herself, Kiryu feels whelmed. It’s pleasant, but not as explosive down there as Nishiki made it out to be, though it is only on a middle setting. Nishiki, meanwhile, seems to have warmed up and now enjoys the machine greatly. Slowly, gingerly, her hand reaches down to her own entrance, then spreads herself further open on one side before she slides and presses against it harder than before, her motions becoming more fluid as her thighs clench against Kiryu's.
Watching her, Kiryu suddenly imagines what it’d be like to fuck Nishiki from behind, to watch the stark black lines of her unfinished koi tattoo undulating with her body as if it were swimming along an electric current. She gulps.
After some time, Nishiki’s jacket and shirt slowly begin to slip off her shoulders as they move. Despite Nishiki adjusting them once or twice, she eventually ignores the fabric pooling down around her arms. Kiryu thinks about reaching out to fix them herself, but crossing this boundary feels beyond her right now. Scanning her bare shoulders and collarbone, Kiryu’s gaze inevitably lands on Nishiki’s bare chest again. The way Nishiki’s breasts slightly jiggle hypnotize Kiryu; she unconsciously licks her own lips. Offhandedly, she wishes Nishiki was ogling her in the same manner, but Nishiki’s eyes are closed as she bites her lip, holding back her voice.
Kiryu was always the type to do before thinking. She’d done that while helping Nishiki snatch a pack of cigarettes as stupid teenagers. She’s done it while picking out her fresh new suit on guts alone. She did that just an hour ago when robbing Nishiki of her vibrator (for her back!) Touching her best friend’s boob is different from all of that, though, she thinks. This type of thing requires consent, even if it is too tempting to simply squeeze.
“N-Nishiki?” Her own voice comes out hoarser than she expects, the extent of her own self-consciousness frightening Kiryu. She swallows again and repeats, “Nishiki.”
Her shimai doesn’t respond to the firmer request, too focused on grinding against the massager’s head with an improved pace. Her mouth is now slack, lightly panting with some whispers that Kiryu can’t make out. Kiryu should be content with just watching, but -
“Oi, Nishiki.”
Nishiki finally opens her eyes in dazed confusion to see Kiryu nervously staring back at her with a hand hovering over her left breast. Her eyebrows raise.
“Huh?...Is that you actually waiting for permission, Kiryu?" A shaky laugh. "It’s okay. Go ahead-Mmmhn!” She interrupts her own sentence with a lip-biting moan as Kiryu immediately cups her breast with approval. It’s soft, yet firm, and warmer than Kiryu expected (Nishiki is a hot-blooded person, after all, she quietly thinks). She rubs a thumb over Nishiki’s erect nipple, eliciting a whine. Nishiki hadn’t been joking earlier. She wonders how it’d feel if she was inside Nishiki in some way, if Nishiki would moan even louder and squeeze tightly around her fingers while Kiryu fondled her breasts. Her mind and eyes occupied with Nishiki in throes of pleasure, she continues to press and rub as much of Nishiki's sensitive breast as she can, pushing it upwards with each thrust of the massager between them.
In lower news, Kiryu focuses on trying to keep the massager between them (mainly against Nishiki's clit, since she seems to be getting more out of it) as it threatens to slip out on account of all their fluids. She finally starts to see the appeal, as Nishiki jerks against the vibrating head and Kiryu presses it back by reflex. If only for this. The only thing that could be better is if the massager wasn't between them. Skin to skin. Just thinking about it almost feels too forbidden, but Kiryu immediately becomes wetter at the idea. She thrusts against the device with more purpose, less concerned about getting herself off and more about grinding into Nishiki by proxy though the vibrations.
“Oh my god,” Nishiki suddenly whispers as her clit is pressed at a particularly good angle. She sinks down onto her elbows and leans back against the headboard, eyes closed while continuing to grind. “Right there…” her voice dissolves into a whimper. It’s a certain tone Kiryu’s only heard before when Nishiki cried by herself at nights in the orphanage, Kiryu only an arm’s reach away and pretending to sleep. But instead of tearing up over bullies at school, Nishiki is about to cry from overstimulation; Kiryu guiltily clenches in spite of herself.
Despite her excitement, Kiryu wonders if she should pull back ahead of time and gently uncups Nishiki's breast, but Nishiki’s hand suddenly covers her own. Their fingers interlace with a squeeze.
“What’re you, ahn, doing...Don't stop already,” her sentence trailed off with a moan.
"Not too much for you?" Kiryu asks cautiously.
"N-No. You can go a little harder," Nishiki shyly suggests, coaxing Kiryu's hand to push her breast up some more. She looks up at Kiryu with a hazy, pleading expression, practically begging to be driven into the bed.
Kiryu’s breathing becomes heavier.
"You sure?”
"Whatever you want…" it comes out as a whisper, barely audible over the buzzing. Kiryu wants to pound Nishiki until she sobs, thinking of no one else but her shimai pleasuring her all night and then some more. But she won't. She won't. She can't. But she can continue to squeeze Nishiki's boob, at the very least.
Satisfied as Kiryu begins groping her harder out of her own volition, Nishiki turns her gaze lower.
“Can I touch? It’s only fair.” She's eying Kiryu’s larger breasts enviously. Struggling to hold herself up on one arm, Nishiki cups one without waiting for a response, startling Kiryu. She's not as sensitive as Nishiki, but thin fingers rubbing over her large areolas makes her tremble. Leaning in to give Nishiki easier access, her weight presses the massager harder against their clits, causing Kiryu to bite her own lip. Nishiki's breath shakes and grows heavier, her eyes closed again and grip on Kiryu's breast already weakening, but her hips continue to wiggle. The sensations, sights, and sound combined all begin to overwhelm Kiryu and as she just might finish Nishiki off-
The buzzing disappears.
Kiryu immediately stops moving, stares at the dead machine in their hands with stoic horror. Nishiki takes a moment longer before pausing her gyrations, opening her eyes to look down upon the unresponsive massager in a disappointed daze.
"Huh?" She clicks a button a few times. Once she realizes it's not working after being so close to orgasm, Nishiki becomes more animated. "Huh?!"
“It's dead," Kiryu says quietly, trying to control her shock.
“I can see that,” Nishiki whines. She slowly pushes herself up again, wincing from her sensitive lower half. “Shit...I don't know if I have extra batteries.”
“You saying we have to go all the way to Donki to get some more?” The ice forming inside Kiryu’s veins spreads. “I don’t even know what aisle they sell these.”
“This is all because you had to use it earlier!” Nishiki replies, agitated. The massager (and now lack thereof) clearly left a powerful impact.
“We wouldn't even be doing this if you didn’t catch my dumb ass using it.” Kiryu grumbled, willing herself to calm down. It’s not like she felt any better holding off her orgasm. Nishiki remains silent, stewing in the pain of her dead massager and Kiryu lecturing her.
The longer they sit there, with neither of them wanting to get dressed and buy new batteries, the more awkward it becomes. But now, Kiryu has no patience.
She tosses aside the vibrator a bit too hard; it rolls off the bed and hits the wooden floor with a loud crack. Briefly, Kiryu hopes it’s not too damaged, but she doesn't feel like leaning over the bed to be sure.
“HEY! That was expensive and I know you can’t replace it!” She hears Nishiki shriek a bit too indignantly in the background - genuine annoyance at her precious massager possibly being damaged exacerbated from not receiving release yet. Rather than responding, Kiryu shoves at Nishiki's shoulder, pushing her back down onto the bed. She now stares up, with a stunned expression and exposed body, to an unbearably horny Kiryu. There’s no going back to regular ol’ shimai.
“Let’s just do it."
Nishiki’s face explodes in bright red.
As she grips the back of Nishiki’s thighs to press them back and is about to close the gap -
“W-Wait a second!” in a pleading tone. And despite the flame inside that sparked Kiryu to push her down in the first place, she obeys. And as soon as she obeys, she has second thoughts. But there's no time for second thoughts as Nishiki instead grips Kiryu’s thighs to pull her closer, rearranging them so that Kiryu's legs hook over her own, yet still trapped between her warm thighs. The contradiction in tone and actions, along with her enthusiasm, sets Kiryu on fire and once they squeeze against each other below, her mind short-circuits.
It's different from the massager. While she’s a bit numb from all of the previous vibrations, the direct contact of Nishiki’s hot, sticky skin and slick pubic hair is even more stimulating. One hand rests on Nishiki’s hip to provide leverage, the other continues massaging Nishiki’s breast. She experiments with her hip motions, dragging back and forth, then moving in some kind of circle. Nishiki enthusiastically reciprocates, meeting her hips with sloppy noises that make them both jerk hard.
Kiryu's right hand moves down to spread Nishiki, like how it was demonstrated before they got hot and heavy, and is rewarded with pleasured whimpers. A trail of drool begins to escape from her mouth and Kiryu impulsively aims it to fall down between their bodies; judging by Nishiki's brief gasp, she enjoys it too. Their clits press and rub against each other, shooting waves of pleasure throughout Kiryu's lower body. Even Kiryu can’t refrain from instinctively releasing a few moans. In the back of her mind, she now worries about their increased volume alerting Nishiki’s neighbors, but she can't bring herself to care further once she hears more of her shimai's whines. Intoxicated and amidst half-hearted cries, Kiryu switches to holding Nishiki down by her hips with both hands and begins to grind down harder, their pussies no longer separating even a millimeter. Their wet slapping has become muffled, sticky rubbing. This position, Kiryu had heard, was supposed to be just like a kiss, but lower. Kiryu hasn’t even had experience with a regular kiss, but as she rubs herself intimately against Nishiki, she feels she understands now.
As much as she wanted to leave before, now she can't bear for it to end. Kiryu doesn’t think she can ever go back to the crackles and hisses of overwatched tapes in a hidden booth; they can never compare to their own loud wet slapping and hearing Nishiki cry out her name right beneath her. Nishiki’s so much more erotic than any actress, it’s almost unreal. And it’s all for Kiryu, because of Kiryu.
"O-ohhh, Kiryu-” Nishiki’s voice has now taken a pitch in neediness, flushed face and shiny lips as her hips roll to connect with Kiryu’s. Her hair is splayed out on the pillow, some strands clinging to the drool on her cheek. Kiryu reaches up to brush them away, then watches as Nishiki turns with glassy eyes to kiss the pad of her thumb. When Nishiki then wraps her lips around and begins to suck the tip, she almost loses it.
Kiryu doesn’t know what to do. There’s too many thoughts she can’t express, too many things she wants to try, too many ways she wants to make Nishiki feel good. She feels too close to her own climax, but she’s afraid it’s the only chance she’ll ever have.
She closes the gap and kisses her.
The brief moment of impulse transforms into a heavy session as Nishiki immediately reciprocates, moaning enthusiastically as their kiss deepens. Their breasts press as tightly against each other as the rest of their bodies, Nishiki’s hard nipples digging into her own. Hands reach up to clench and tug Kiryu's cropped hair. Even when Kiryu breaks apart, gasping, Nishiki pulls her back down, her cute noises echoing through their shared kisses. As they repeatedly pull away and reconnect, her own mouth feeling slack, Kiryu vaguely hears herself mumbling praise to Nishiki. Something about her being cute and her shimai and who knows what else.
"Kiwyuuu," Nishiki babbles now, too overcome with pleasure to maintain composure. Her lower body jerks erratically, the promise of imminent release all-consuming. “Gonna cum, gonna cum-” Kiryu herself is on the edge from listening to Nishiki's moaned pleading. In the back of her mind, the koi now swims faster and faster, almost up the waterfall’s crest. She holds Nishiki down hard against the bed so that she can’t move, is beholden to Kiryu's harsh and sloppy downward thrusts, and finally Nishiki shakes with a long wordless cry.
Nishiki’s quivering against Kiryu as she finishes is so, so hot. Kiryu continues grinding slowly and reaches down to rub circles onto Nishiki's twitching clit through her orgasm, watching Nishiki throw her head back against her pillow with unintelligible whining and her pussy squeezing around empty air. Once Nishiki attempts to wiggle away from her touch, Kiryu immediately stops and withdraws her hand, simultaneously realizing her weight is preventing Nishiki from enjoying her afterglow.
As Kiryu finally, reluctantly, lifts herself away from her shimai and observes the mess between their lower halves, she feels possessed. She wants to lean down and lick Nishiki clean, stretch her out while slowly and roughly dragging her tongue around the sticky folds of her twitching hole, suck her overstimulated clit until Nishiki desperately begs to cum again through tears. She wants to crawl up, press herself against Nishiki's mouth and ride her face while gripping her soft hair, feel Nishiki slurp her thoroughly while locking eyes with Nishiki's enraptured gaze beneath her.
But she refrains. Insted, Kiryu sits back and begins to take care of herself with practiced motions; it doesn't take long at all, after the vibrating massager and the skin-to-skin grinding and now watching Nishiki gasping beneath her with little whimpers escaping anytime she moves. Kiryu's whole body shivers as she finally orgasms, biting her lip futilely before allowing deep moans to escape as she continues fingering herself. She's never, ever felt this good jacking off solo and she doubts she will again anytime soon.
On the bedside table, there’s a box of tissues and a half-empty plastic water bottle that somehow hasn’t fallen over. Kiryu stretches out to grab them and begins some form of clean-up with her friend.
As her inner thigh is gently wiped, Nishiki lets out a stray moan and grips Kiryu's wrist gently.
“Ki-Kiryu...I can take care of it.”
Kiryu draws her wrist back as Nishiki shakily sits up to carefully wipe herself. Watching Nishiki slowly stretch herself open to wipe dripping globs of cum makes Kiryu tingle, so she averts her eyes to clean herself as well. Finished and lightly grimacing, Nishiki unceremoniously tosses the tissues into the nearby trash can (She misses.) She then flops back onto the bed, watching Kiryu through half-lidded eyes. Once Kiryu is done, she also aims for the trash can (She misses.)
The mood has gradually shifted into a sort of eerie calm. Kiryu joins Nishiki, who’s now turned on her side away from Kiryu, in lying down on the small bed. As her body heat continues to emanate from her back, Kiryu finally faces the large koi that’s been swimming in her mind’s eye. Kiryu hesitates, then lightly strokes the uncolored tattoo lines in front of her. There’s a sigh, but Nishiki doesn’t move away. They’ve done this many times before, feeling each other’s etched backs as if providing each other strength through bare touch. Kiryu is all too familiar with the large koi, continuing to swim upwards on Nishiki's warm, strong back. She wants to kiss its eye, close to Nishiki’s right shoulder blade. But Kiryu won’t push her shimai further than this. Her worries slowly fade, eventually, as she continues to trace with her fingertips, her total concentration spent on the inked waves and Nishiki breathing up and down.
“Did it feel good, Kiryu?” Nishiki finally speaks. Her voice lowers to almost a whisper by the time she speaks her shimai’s name, betraying her unease.
Kiryu furrows her brow in confusion - after all that, that’s what Nishiki’s worried about? Well, maybe Nishiki was denser than she thought. Maybe. Unless she’s that upset that Kiryu didn’t cum with her. Kiryu should be relieved, really, that she hasn’t ruined their relationship (so far) over one round of sex, but something gnaws at her inside even as she keeps her response neutral.
“Of course it did. I just have better self-control than you.” Nishiki clicks her tongue in annoyance, but doesn’t reply. Silence reigns again. Kiryu could really go for a smoke. She looked around, not seeing any packs or lighter within reach, and with the current mood, she’s unsure if Nishiki would even let her borrow them. If Kiryu got up right now to buy her own, she felt like she’d actually walk away naked into the night and never return.
As Kiryu futilely shuffles around the sheets, smaller fingers touch her hand. Nishiki’s up again, studying her with a tempered gaze, eyebrows knit in a strange expression. Almost concern. Kiryu does her best to focus on Nishiki's face without fear, prepare her heart for a dramatic confrontation to end their bond. Throughout it all, why did Nishiki still have to look like she's a glamorous actress in some late-night movie?
“Kiryu.” Voice still low, but in a gentle tone. She then leans in close and presses her lips against Kiryu’s, who closes her eyes at the touch.
Low humming, all lips, before Nishiki opens her mouth and Kiryu shyly enters. Despite her exterior, Kiryu can’t calm down, her heartbeat threatening to pound its way out and kill her. Compared to their earlier gyrations, they hardly move at all. Yet, Kiryu thinks that their previous position is indeed similar to kissing, somehow. Their kiss slowly becomes more passionate, both of them gripping each other tightly to pull themselves even closer, their breasts pressing together again. Nishiki’s hand leaves Kiryu’s cropped hair to rub her face, then her tattooed back, stroking the spot where the bruise had finally healed.
Eventually, they break the kiss just as gently as it started. Nishiki with soft blush and glittering eyes asks-
“You like me, right, Kiryu?”
Kiryu is too stunned to lie and can only jerkily nod. But Nishiki deserves an actual answer, she feels.
“Yeah.” Sees Nishiki quietly and desperately waiting for something more substantial. “I like you. More than just like.” She still can’t bring herself to say “love."
(Is it love, to fuck your shimai until she almost cries?)
(Is it love, when Kiryu would do anything for Nishiki, even if the next words out of her mouth were disdain?)
Now more than ever, Kiryu hates how unsatisfying her speech capabilities are, even when confronted with something so important.
But she hopes Nishiki understands.
It’s not as bright as usual, but Nishiki’s face glows with a sincere smile.
“Good.” She punches Kiryu's arm, lighter than the time in the department store, so light it could barely be considered a punch. “I like you too, dumbass.”
Of course Nishiki does. They’re shimai, after all.
“Aaaah!” Nishiki suddenly turns to cover her face to let out an anguished groan. Her next words are muffled by her hands, so Kiryu asks her to repeat them.
“I can’t believe you actually said yes...” Nishiki groans, dragging her fingers down her face.
“Did you not want me to...” Kiryu asks in shock.
“Of course I did!” Nishiki practically yells, her energy rushing back. “I’ve been thinking about shit like this all the time, even before I bought the vibrator! Like maybe you'd walk in while I was in the middle of getting off or something, or get too drunk one night while staying over...Why’re you even so good at this already anyway, huh?”
“Practice,” Kiryu states bluntly without expecting the horrified look in return. She quickly adds on before Nishiki lunges at her, “From reading books. Movies. Imagination. Not another person.”
“That’s STUDYING.” At this, Kiryu smirks.
“Don't you always say I’m too stupid for studying?” Kiryu asks smugly.
“Kiryu, you are stupid,” Nishiki sniffles while rolling her eyes. "God, you scared me…”
“Why? Afraid I finally went to a “massage”?”
“No, even I know you wouldn’t get laid in some alley shop. But if...she asked you to practice with her...I don't know. Maybe you would. As part of your job." Her tone indicates that there's only one obvious answer. Kiryu stares at her blankly.
“...I don’t know who you're talking about.”
“Ta-chi-ba-na." Nishiki pokes Kiryu’s forehead harshly with each syllable. Kiryu is too incredulous at the statement to laugh at her friend.
"Oda would actually kick my ass this time if I messed with Tachibana."
"So? I'm sure if Tachibana wanted to, those weirdos would be down to use you as their threesome pet!"
"Is having a threesome weird?" Kiryu vaguely remembers their whole debacle when she first got a pager, at Nishiki's insistence. Unfamiliar with number slang, she thought a delinquent messaging her death threats all day was actually some store clerk trying to hit on her. Even when Nishiki attempted to explain their real meaning, Kiryu assumed Nishiki was arranging a threesome. Truthfully, she hadn't fully opposed the idea.
"No, I'm saying they're inherently weird- this is off topic!" Nishiki waves her hand furiously while Kiryu is lost on what the topic even was. They both eventually calm down (Nishiki more than Kiryu, excited from her torrid delusions). Finally, Nishiki looks toward her, gentle and curious.
“Were you worried I didn’t like you, Kiryu?”
“...” It already took enough emotional energy to kind-of confess to Nishiki. Kiryu can't just discuss all of her ridiculous pining too.
“It’s not like I volunteer to masturbate with any girl in Kamurocho, god.”
" ... "
"And I don't tell any random girl that she can grope my tits and fuck me however she wants-" At this, Kiryu immediately clasps a hand over Nishiki, muffling her.
"Nishiki, I get it!"
Nishiki removes Kiryu's hand to reveal a teasing smile underneath. Kiryu frowns, giving her a look that intends to be irritated, but instead is more like a hurt puppy. Laughing again, Nishiki starts rubbing the top of her shimai’s head. As much as Kiryu hates being the butt of a joke, she loves Nishiki’s laugh more.
"You're so cute only when you're not trying to be." Kiryu's not sure how to react to that statement, so she continues to frown and Nishiki continues to poke fun. “Don't worry, you're hot the rest of the time anyway. Especially when we're having sex. Could be louder, even.”
She stops rubbing Kiryu's head and is content to stare at her for a moment, glowing. Kiryu can't pout in the face of Nishiki's brightness and feels her own mouth gently lift into a small smile.
“Hey, Kiryu.” Nishiki nudges Kiryu with a shoulder.
"What?”
“Next time, I'll make you finish first,” Nishiki declares with a competitive glint in her eyes. “By the way, you should have let me take care of you, Kiryu." She scooches closer, squeezing her breasts against Kiryu's arm. Hot breath huffs onto her shoulder. "I could have used my fingers, if you'd just grabbed my hand. Or even my mouth." At this, Kiryu gulps. It doesn't escape Nishiki's notice.
"You like that?" Kiryu slowly nods after a second.
"Yeah…"
"C'mon, right now, then. I'm gonna blow your mind."
Perhaps, after all, they're even more than shimai. But Kiryu can figure out the proper term later, with Nishiki's help (and her mouth).