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Yashiro Nene was having a conflict.
A conflict that she’s been having for quite some time now.
Was her affection for Yugi Amane lust or love?
She had claimed that her affection was love because that’s all that it was. She loved him very much and he did the same.
That was all that there was to it, well, that’s what she thought before.
Now, Yashiro wasn’t so sure.
If her love was truly pure or if it was corrupted with lust.
Today, she would clear it all up though. She would come to an answer.
“Wazzagoingon?!” Amane yelped as arms wrapped themselves around his waist and pulled him into a chest. He whirled around to come face to face with his girlfriend. “Oh, its you Yashiro..” he sighed, his shoulders relaxing.
“Say Amane..” Yashiro murmured as she pushed the shorter boy to the ground and grabbed his wrists, pinning them beside the sides of his head as she slowly climbed over him.
Amane’s face erupted into a flushing red mess. “What’re you doing?!”
The white haired girl leaned in closer to the supernatural and tilted his head to one side gently before whispering into his ear, “I’m going to show you how much I love you.”
“N-Nene..”
“Hmm?” The girl glanced down at the supernatural pinned beneath her. “What’s wrong, Amane?”
Amane giggled, tipping his head back as his girlfriend leaned deeper into the crook of his neck and began to gently nibble on his more tender spots of skin. “What’s wrong with you, Nene.”
Yashiro kissed the boy’s neck, “What’s wrong with me?”
“Well, you’re usually never so, so..” Amane murmured, gasping as Yashiro moved to nibble on his jaw. “Impulsive!”
Yashiro laughed and held the shorter latter’s chin in her hand, gazing down into lovely amber. “I guess that I just wanted to show you how much I love you,” she mumbled before connecting their lips in a loving embrace.
Amane melted into the kiss and raised his arms to wrap them around the back of the girl’s neck, pulling her closer. “You are?”
Yashiro nodded and deepened the kiss, prodding at the supernatural’s lips to open and slipped her tongue into his mouth with a sigh.
The seventh wonder let out groan as their tongues became entwined.
Yashiro grinned and slowly untangled her tongue from the other’s and began to nibble and suck on the boy’s plumper lower lip, closing her eyes and let his hands roam over the boy’s body.
“Nene,” the voice of her lover chortled, “aren’t you having fun~?”
Yashiro grumbled softly and looked up from her boyfriend’s neck to glare lightly at the apparition him. “Do you have to interrupt at the most important times?”
Amane giggled. “It’s my speciality~!”
Yashiro sighed and continued to run her fingers along the other’s body before leaning over and cupping his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his swollen lips. “I’m just admiring you,” she murmured. “It isn’t everyday that I get to see such a beautiful sight, Y’know..”
The seventh wonder giggled, “Yes you do~ don’t lie, you naughty daikon!”
Yashiro shook her head fondly and began to suck on the other’s lower lip, earning a muffled whine. Slowly pulling away from Amane, Yashiro sat back to admire the sight before her.
Her lover lay underneath her, submissive only to her. His lips were bruising and swollen over, littered in tooth marks and his neck and jaw were absolutely conquered by hickeys and love bites littering the pale skin.
“Nene..?”
Yashiro looked down and her eyes immediately softened. Damn, she was weak for him.
“Yes, Amane?” She murmured gently caressing his cheeks.
The seventh wonder’s cheeks flushed at the gesture. “My legs fell asleep..” he mumbled through swollen lips.
Yashiro raised an eyebrow and a smirk crossed her lips again and leaned over, unbuttoning Amane’s shirt.
“N-N-Nene!” The short boy gasped as the white haired girl finished unbuttoning his shirt, revealing smooth collar bones. “Don’t do that ple— Ah!”
Yashiro began to suck on the shorter boy’s collar bones, kissing and trailing her tongue along every curve.
Amane leaned back, his head lolling to the side as his lover’s warm nose into his collar bones and she began trailing small kisses along, treading over sensitive territory.
“N-Nene.. Don’t, please!” The short apparition breathed. “I don’t like it..”
Yashiro hummed, ignoring the quiet pleas and continued along just as she wanted, trailing her mouth over his body.
Definitely love, she decided. It’s definitely my love. I love him, I love his body, and I love doing this.
There was no way that her love could be categorized as lust.
She was a pure maiden, love was all she felt!
Amane gasped as they finally untangled from each other and slowly crawled out from underneath her.
What was up with her?
All day she had been staring at him until finally she had him trapped under her.
The shorter boy sighed as he slowly stood from the floor and slowly creeped out of the bathroom without Yashiro noticing.
Floating along to the school’s old dressing rooms, Amane immediately rushed over to a mirror and gasped when he lay eyes on his reflection.
His shirt was slightly torn and ruffled and his buttons were missing! His lips were swelling horribly, puncture marks littering his lower lip. His neck, jaw and collar bones hadn’t fared much better either, much to his dismay.
Doing his best to cover what he could, the seventh wonder sighed and slowly made his way back to the bathroom where Yashiro was waiting for him.