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Part III - The Charms Of A Woman

Kurumi paced about the store slowly, her eyes absently working through the racks of apparel that sprawled before her, her mind lost in visions of the morning, her fingers fluttering across the fabrics. She could see in her mind his glorious stature as he dropped his head to the basin, his lost, distraught eyes as he considered her offer. She knew she effected him, if only slightly, with her overwhelming 'chibi' charms. 'Chibi.' she repeated mutely, her tone harsh as her body recalled the burning itch she had felt at his touch, filling her heart with an angered sorrow. How she wished that he would see her as she was now, as a woman, with emotion, and lust.
She sighed heavily as she rifled through the garments, the image of Kyosuke, his chest bare as he leaned over the basin, his eyes soft as he looked upon her, the tight muscular form of his arms, not grossly disproportionate as he lifted himself to accept her embrace. His timid, caring response burned forever into her form as she moved her lips to him slowly, tasting the warmth of his skin, her body alive with the heat of her own passion as she gripped the rack before her tightly, her eyes closed tight, accepting the heat of the memory in full, her lips parted slightly as she felt her body begin to respond, her centre beginning to burn with life as she imagined his hands upon her, his lips to hers, her nipples perking with excitement as she felt them drag against the fabric of her blouse. Her grip on the rack becoming tighter, her knuckles whitening under the pressure of her grasp as she took in a quick breath, the essence of her passions flaring within her as she pressed her body to his dreamscape form, her body beginning to weaken beneath his imagined touch, his hands about her, exploring her womanly body in full, slow movements. The light, tender touch of his fingertips bringing her to the verge of her own ecstasy as his tongue sounded out the depths of her mouth, his palms working slowly up to her shoulders, his thumbs tracing out the border of her full breasts as she heaved against the restraint of the fabric. "Kurumi-chan." a voice called to her, the dream fading from her mind as the intrusion sounded again, it's tone more urgent, "Kurumi-chan!"
Kurumi sighed softly as the dream returned to the back of her mind, her cheeks flushing redly as she realized her predicament, her voice weakly responding to the intruder's request, her head hung low in embarrassment, "Hai."
Manami, her eyes wide with concern as she brushed the hair from Kurumi's eyes, "Daijo bu?"
Kurumi, her mind working quickly, taking in her sister's motions, searching every nuance for any sign of suspicion, her mind not yet at ease to the apparent fact that among the many witnesses, no one had seen her display. "Ee, ee." nodding slightly, the color receding from her cheeks.
Manami, still slightly concerned, narrowed her eyes slightly, taking in her sister's form, searching the language of her body for the telltale signs of illness, finding none but a slightly feverish forehead, "I don't know..."
Kurumi, her mind smoothing quickly over the situation, finding the proper response to keep her sister's probes light, she smiled brightly, beaming her patented 'kawaii' glow, "I'm fine really." her body still slightly flushed from it's excited state.
Manami, her eyes drifting as her concerns wavered, finding no obviously failure in Kurumi's health, darted her eyes over to a rack five meter's to her left, her voice still heavy with compassion, "I wanted you to take a look at this blouse. It doesn't really suit me, but I think you could wear it." gesturing to the small, white half-top draped over the rack.
"Okay!" Kurumi beamed, pleased to change the subject of conversation to anything, as long as it didn't include her lurid day-dreams.

Thanks for reading, and I do hope you enjoyed it. Please look for other titles available from Fifth Way, as well as the rest of this continueing series!

The Seduction Of Ataru - UY/DP/Ranma crossover Lemon

Something In Your Eyes - KOR Finale'

Side Tails - KOR Lemon

Aggressiveness Kyousuke! The Wild Frying Pan Experience! - KOR Lemon

Wish You Were Here - KOR Episode

To Be A Star - KOR Episode

Not So Much Troubled - KOR Episode in ancient times

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