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[SMALL UPDATE]
So my client was attacked by dickheads for using chinese names+japanese's honorifics, which in my opinion doesn't affect things at all as language is only a language. Unfortunately, the dickheads dare to use a dickhead moves against my client, to the point of teaching her about Japan's war crime against Chinese, as if we (my client and I) had no idea as our country was also colonized by both Japan and Dutch (but we don't go around attacking their citizen in the internet like a fool for things their ancestors might did to our ancestors).

So to satisfy our own pettiness, not to satisfy their demands, we decided to use their Japanese pronouciation instead. The tags remain the same, just the content have a small change about their names. If the change upset you in any way, don't proceed. Those who leave any negative comment will be blocked and cursed by me for going against my client.

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The event carved deep into his memory, alive and vivid, no matter how many decades have passed in his long life. Countless circles he witnessed, some were lucky enough to have that fateful meeting, while some were filled by loneliness upon missing that figure. He waits, and waits, and waits, even as his existence wasn't a part of that person anymore. Even as that person no longer needs him. He realized the one longs for the other the most is himself.

The one desperately clinging to the past is the Mighty Morax himself.

"Thank you."

The waiter bows and smiles after filling Shouri's cup of wine. His eyes darted around the room, no longer listening to the chatter coming from each side of him. His finger lightly tapping his wine cup, the mind wanders far behind, reminiscing the past he couldn't let go of yet.

Somehow, the recollection of his memory has been too active, appearing here and there without him able to stop it. A bare second he let his mind wander, the memory will start playing like a broken record. The disaster he is about to indirectly create may be one of the biggest triggers. The long wish he had which was about to be fulfilled could be another trigger.

Or maybe, this woman who sits next to him might be the last push of his melancholy.

He tries, but his consciousness will be forcefully dragged back. Her existence is like a plague in his long life, one which is unable to be healed. Heck, he won't let it healed. If it's her, then she can haunt him for eternity and he will still be thankful. He has been chasing after her figure relentlessly. There is no way he will let her go that easily.

"Shouri-sensei?"
"Mm?"
"Does something matter? You look a bit solemn."
"Am I?" Shouri puts down his empty cup. "I am going to get some fresh air."

He only gave a thin smile and left the restaurant. The gentle breeze blowing that particular night feels a bit chill. For someone like him who barely notices any change in his surroundings, thanks to his immortal self, somehow can't stop the mood from getting too sour, too dim. The more he spends his time around Gyouko up close, the more he dwells into the past only he could recall. At times, he wonders if torturing himself this way is what mortals call a masochist. As much as he wants to stop from drowning too deep, a big part of himself did nothing to prevent it. Maybe he has come to enjoy the pain. Maybe he is indeed a masochist.

His eyes shift to the blue light coming from a certain flower in the distance. A remembrance which, once again, only him could recall. How many times was he nearly presents the flower to her, he forgot. Maybe there was a moment when he did, he also forgot. But he remembers one thing for sure.

Glaze lily suits you well

Shouri closes his eyes.
An ironic smile plastered on his unearthly beauty.

Liyue is a busy place, indeed. No matter the weather, townsfolk easily spotted around, doing their business, passing their days with the same routine. For long, long centuries, Shouri has watched generations living up their days here. Many deaths, many borns, blooms and wilts, clears and storms, he witnessed within a blink of an eye for him.

And yet, that certain figure remains in his memory.

He still remembers. That day, he was randomly strolling the town as usual when he noticed a certain beauty from afar. His heart nearly stopped. The surge of emotions he locked deep inside blasted without warning. He could forget so many faces and voices passing his days, but only that person's remains.

He can feel his heart warmed up. The longing after missing the last circle is killing him. He almost jumped to that figure in the distance and hugged her, could care less what people are going to think to see him act that way. Good thing, he manages to stop himself.

"My name is Gyouko." Is how that person introduced herself. "Nice to meet you, Shouri-sensei."
"Lady Gyouko." He barely manages to hide his smile. "It's a pleasure."

That very moment, from his first meeting with Gyouko, he was sure the lady in front of him was no other than Guizhong, the God of Dust. The memory of the past might no longer, but he can still recognize her no matter how many times she enters reincarnation circles. Her voice and her appearance remain the same, albeit her speaking manner is a little bit different. Guizhong was very much a gentle woman. As this person, Gyouko, is fiercer. A needed attitude for a businesswoman.

"I can't express my gratitude enough, Sensei. I will surely not let you down."

Her smile is not the same, but I can see the image of Guizhong still

"The pleasure is mine." Shouri accepts her handshake. "If anything, don't hesitate to contact me." He stares outside the window for a while, seeing the clear sky. "A flying chamber, eh?"
"Do you also think it's a bizarre dream?"
"No at all. The higher the dream, the better. I, too, had a similar wish. To live up in the cloud."
"Had?"
"It was long ago." His smile looked a bit sad. "I wish for your success, to be able to achieve that dream someday."

The same dream you randomly wished back then, but unable to achieve it, nor did I able to grant it

Gyouko waited for him to say another thing, but he didn't. Following his line of sight outside the window, they stare at the bright blue sky in silence, hands still in each other's grip.

No need to say, he was overjoyed to be able to touch her upon that simple handshake.

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Obviously, his sight has not taken off from Gyouko ever since. He watches her work, watches her grow, even watches her when she was investigating a vision. It occurs in his mind about giving his power to her. His possessiveness can easily take over, thinking he doesn't want to let other Archons blessed her with their power. If she needs it, then he will bestow her without thinking. Yet in this situation, he couldn't be so obvious.

His chance shows up when she found an empty vision that belonged to a dead man. Albeit he has no idea about her intention, it feels right to just give her the power. At least, that's what he thought. When she looks a little bit displeased upon being bestowed with the Geo Vision, he couldn't help but chuckle. Back then when he pulled a small prank on Guizhong, she made the same expression. That face only he can see, albeit through the underhand method because he was using his power, brings another wave of nostalgia. His love for her which was frozen in time once again bloomed.

The days which were in a tedious state now feels like they have found its color. When morning comes and he can see her working hard, is his sole source of entertainment. He could never get bored of it, to see her struggle to find her way to the top.

He knows how hard she works from scratch. From nothing to where she currently stands. He knows how many tears she shed in secret, her frustration, her anger, her hopelessness. Deep down, he wishes to offer his hand to make it easier, but he knows she will not be happy if he did. With hands balled into a fist, he watches her from afar, silently praying for her, inwardly cheer her on.

And that's why, when she made her stand as a Qixing, when her Jade Chamber flew above, he felt delighted as well. Compared to Keqing who has firmer family ground, Gyouko's effort is much more needed recognition. Though of course, this is his personal favorable speaking.

"Congratulations, Lady Gyouko."

His voice sounds as calming, congratulating the lady as a friend, yet deep down he couldn't control his own excitement. The smile on Gyouko's beautiful features nearly makes him weak on the knees. He misses it so badly, it feels wrong not to hug her and kiss her.

I guess I still love her as much

Be it Guizhong or Gyouko, or all came to his life in between, and many more after, her existence is what keeps him pushing on. Just...

Will he still have the patience to keep silent?

"Shouri-Sensei?"

He turns around hearing that voice.

"What are you doing here so late?"
"Nothing." He looks up at the cloudy sky. "A storm is approaching."
Gyouko follows his gaze. "So it seems. It's even more apparent from the chamber."
"Thunder, storm, snow, rain... does it bother you to see how the harsh weather is falling?"
"No at all. Though I admit at times it's a bit too much to bear. Yet when the sky is clear, the beauty which was hidden shows its true color with no hurdle."
He looks at her. "You sound dissatisfied."
"Am I?" Gyouko smiles, yet he knows it's not her genuine smile. "Maybe because my goal is still far away."
"The Jade chamber isn't enough for you, I see."
"I want something bigger than that, enough to be seen from wherever in Teyvat, or even further." She looks at him. "Do you find my ambition out of bound, Sensei?"
"No, not particularly. That's what makes you human, isn't it?"
"Human, eh? It could be."

Shouri's eyes dimmed. The unseen thing which separates him from her, the bridge which is unable to cross. Shouri can step down from his position as an Archon, take a thousand forms, mingle with humans, but he could never be one. He could never be human.

Perhaps...

If he can stand by her side as Shouri and not as Rex Lapis or God of Contract Morax, he would gladly throw away what he currently has. He has lived for too long. The fatigue he feels is unable to be rested. What he wants is to stay with her, in this endless loop. Watching her from afar can no longer satiate his happiness. He wants her, just like back then. Yet what can he do?

He is a God, to where he is leaning his head and lies out his weakness?

"Lady Gyouko, do you think the people of Liyue are strong?"
"Hmm?"
"Can they face the future when Rex Lapis is no longer here?"

The face she makes is hard to decipher. As a Qixing, his question can be considered rude and offensive. Shouri raises his hand, stopping her from saying anything.

"That was rude of me. I deeply apologize."
"Do you feel any dissatisfaction towards Rex Lapis, Sensei?"

It's not about dissatisfaction

"I just thought...ruling for so long is tiring, isn't it?"

Gyouko says nothing. She finds his words a bit odd, even though she can understand the logic. To live a long life with no one by his side, maybe the God of Contract feels lonely. As a human, at times Gyouko feels glad to have someone by her side in her low state. Gods, on the other hand, remain by themselves for decades, for centuries. Yet the Gods aren't human. Their emotions are more complicated than mere loneliness. At times, it can be said they have no such lingering feelings.

Or is it?

"It's quite late. You should return."
Gyouko doesn't react immediately. "Indeed it is. Allow me to excuse myself then, Sensei. Good night."

As he watches her back getting far away, the emptiness he has been feeling ever since Guizhong left, slowly creeping up to his being. The longing, the fatigue, the impatience, he isn't quite sure how long he can keep it from bursting out.

You want to be with her, are you not?

His eyes twitch. Tsaritsa's voice rings inside his mind, recollecting that certain talk they had.

Hand your Gnosis to me. I promise you, you'll be free from all of these problem

He has a reason to hesitate. If he is being honest, Tsaritsa's plan is not something he is quite fond of. But a big part of him is tempted by the offer because, well, he is that tired. Awfully tired. Human's problem, Divine's problem, he dealt with both for much longer than he cares to count. If there is a way for him to let go and turn away for real...

I'm sure you'll be much happier that way, Morax

"Happier..."

He never bothered to find out his happiness after Guizhong's death. The hole she left with her passing is too big to be filled, too deep to be mended. He held out his hand. A stone dumbbell appears in his palm. The Memory of Dust, a memento left by Guizhong which he is never able to solve.

The hesitation was never there, he knows. The moment Tsaritsa offers her hand, he already has his answer.

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It was a tiring night.
The moment she opens her eyes, a strange sense of gloominess filling her heart.

Just now...

She gets up from her bed and walks towards the window. The cold, chilling air of the night hits her face, caressing her visage in a not so gentle way. Across her Jade Chamber, the ocean is still as calm. Liyue beneath her doesn't change at all, still with its life, its never-ending business. A total opposite of what she just had in her dream.

"The contract..." she mumbles, "is over..."

She isn't sure if what she sees in her dream is a bad omen or a good premonition. Of all people, of all the Adeptis serve under him, she was chosen to hear the last word.

Rex Lapis showed himself in her dream.

"A storm is about to pass, eh?"

I won't let any harm befall Liyue

And she didn't think she would have to sacrifice her Jade Chamber in the process. She watches impact from the harbor, the fruit of her relentless work from scratch fell and explodes. She is lying if she says it doesn't affect her. After all, she still has an attachment towards it even though she knows she can always rebuild any in the future, as many as she wishes.

It was destroyed, just like that. With the pretext of protecting something bigger, she didn't think twice to drop the building off. The dream about Rex Lapis pops up in her mind, recalling the things the Adepti had said to her. Above all, she feels glad the disaster can be avoided. The place where Rex Lapis rests is still protected, just like how Rex Lapis has been protecting them all this time.

She wonders if she has to visit Shouri after this. The thought just occurs without much explanation.

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The memory lane keeps him busy for long. Without him noticing, he no longer Morax the God of Contract.

"Lady Gyouko."
"Yes?"
Hearing her voice ends up making him hesitate. "...No, nothing."

Gyouko gives him a look and decides to refill his empty cup. The celebration after the hard battle prolongs, now leaving them both sharing a table over the massive choice of food which is half-devoured by the others. Though the party itself wasn't meant to be for them alone, for now, it feels like so.

Shouri doesn't seem like he wants to eat more, a little bit carried by his own thought, Gyouko noticed. He is still responding to the random chit chat she tries to hold, but his mind is clearly somewhere else. They have shared a lot of dinners together. She knows he can hold his liquor. But tonight, there is something different coming from him.

"Shouri-Sensei, pardon my rudeness..."
"Mm?"
"Maybe it's time for you to retire? I can prepare the guest room, if you wish."

Shouri stares at her. Thanks to his power as a God has diminished, he didn't think his new state would affect his resistance towards alcohol. He has been rather tipsy for long, but wasn't aware alcohol was the cause. Her words mentioning 'retire' ring different meanings in his ears.

"Retire, eh? I guess I am now."
"Do you want to spend the night here? You seem rather... tipsy."
"I... wished for one since a long time ago. To spend the night with you."
"Eh?" She blinks. "I..."
"Lady Gyouko, does it ever cross your mind, what kind of person you were in the past?"
"...."

Because she doesn't give an answer after a while, he turns his head to look at her. His drunken state doesn't help him differentiate between dream and reality. He hung upon the past for too long. The image of Guizhong overlapping with Gyouko, honestly thinks the one sitting next to him right now is the Goddess herself.

"Shouri-Sensei, I guess you're already drunk. It would be dangerous for you to return to this condition. Excuse me for a bit, I will return shortly."

She gets up and asks a servant to prepare a room for him. Now being left alone with his own account for a brief moment, his mind easily wanders to his memory lane. His palm outstretched, taking out the Memory of Dust, playing with it with a solemn face. His desire locked deep, bit by bit forcing its way out. Soon enough, he will lose control over his emotions. And it feels harder to keep it in check ever since he stopped being an Archon.

Is this what it takes to be human?

"Sensei." Gyouko's gentle voice right on his ear. "I prepared a room for you. Can you get up?"

She gestures to the servant waiting to help Shouri stand. Yet the one he holds onto is her hand. She's a bit puzzled by his gesture, but she decides to follow along, returns his grip, and lets herself lead Shouri to the room. His other hand is holding something, a stone dumbbell, and looks like his attention is fully on it. He doesn't react when she tries to talk to him, just follow wherever she takes him to. Yet when she was about to let go of his hand, his grip tightened.

"Sensei?"
"...Is it too much if I ask you to stay?"
"No at all." She smiles, helps him to sit on the bed. "I'll accompany you a bit more."

He hums, sounds unsatisfied with her answer despite giving no retort. Sitting in silence, facing each other, yet their minds are somewhere else. Both staring at the stone dumbbell with different kinds of thought.

"Is it..." Gyouko couldn't stop her curiosity.
"Just a broken toy."
"May I see it?"

Shouri played with it a bit before carelessly dropped it to the mattress, a silent gesture of allowing Gyouko to take a look. Shouri's eyes shift to her, watching her amidst his clouded eyes from the amount of liquor he consumed. The more he stares, the more he sees her as Guizhong.

When was the last time you sat so close to me, Guizhong?

Gyouko didn't pay attention to him at all, focusing on the stone dumbbell. With a little bit of power, she manages to activate it, letting it fly on her palm. The golden light coming from it easily blinds whoever sees it. Gyouko honestly feels amazed to see such a treasure.

"It's not broken at all, Sensei." She chuckles. "The catalyst is working just fine, see?"

When she raises her face to look at him, a cold hand caressing her face makes her freeze briefly. But what makes her lose her words completely is the tears rolling from Shouri's eyes.

The man is crying.

"Sen--"

Shouri hugs her tight, cuts any words from coming out. Her first reaction is to push him away, to warn the man about the boundary he just crossed. Yet when she hears his sobs right onto her ears, the trembles coming from his embrace, and the lonely tone he speaks of while mentioning that foreign name...

"Guizhong..." He tightens his hugs even more. His tears are rolling down to her shoulder. "Guizhong, I miss you... too much..."

Gyouko feels her heart stir. It says a drunk man tells more truth than anyone can convey. Shouri's cries sound a bit too much, too painful to hear yet impossible to ignore. A tiny part of her twists uncomfortably, feeling guilty to make this man cry while hugging her, as if she was the cause of his unknown misery.

"Guizhong..." Shouri repeats the name over and over, "Guizhong, I'm sorry..."
"...Shouri-Sensei, I'm not the one you think--"
"I'm sorry, Guizhong... this time, I promise I'll stay with you... I'm no longer an Archon... I won't let you bear that pain anymore..."

Gyouko halts. She can't believe what she just heard.

Archon?

"Have you got so drunk that you mistook yourself as an Archon, Sensei?"
Shouri shook his head. "I was one. It's still me. Rex Lapis, Morax, whatever name I was known as... but for now, I want to stay with you as mere Shouri. Not the archon, not the adepti..."

He lets go of his hugs and looks at Gyouko right into her eyes. Yet the one he sees is not Gyouko.

"Guizhong, will you... this time..."

Gyouko keeps silent. She isn't sure what to say. Shouri's words about his identity are surprising enough, but for him to mistake her for someone else is more unnerving. She doesn't even know why she feels that way. They didn't interact much outside of work-related. Now suddenly being confessed to, yet not the one he is actually confessed to, how is she supposed to feel?

"Sensei, I'm not Guizhong."
"You are Guizhong. I will never fail to recognize you anywhere, no matter what form you took, no matter how many times you have been reborn."

She fell silent again. Of course, she believes the reincarnation circle exists. Putting aside the endless turn one soul comes and goes, pretty much no man alive has the chance to see one being reincarnated, starting a new life in a different era. There is no human living long enough to see that.

Though he unbelievably said he was Rex Lapis

"Are you saying I am the... reincarnation of 'Guizhong'?"

Shouri nods. His hand reaches out to feel her cheek, her chin, her lips. The gesture is pretty much rude to be done by someone with no intimate relation, yet Gyouko feels a bit warm, delighted by his affection. But soon enough a tint of faint jealousy feels her heart, to be seen as someone else while being embraced so dearly. She doesn't know why, as he sees him as nothing but a mere work partner. Someone like him who she knows no weakness of is not someone who will catch her interest.

Or could be, the chance to grab his weakness has presented itself?

"Let's say I believe your words, Sensei..." Because she clearly does not. Not yet. "What are you planning to do? You are not Rex Lapis anymore, why do you think I, as a Guizhong, will accept you back?"

His body tensed. As if the realization just hit him, his choice to let go of his godhood has nothing to do with Guizhong. It was his own decision, his whim, his desperate attempt to be with her again. If she doesn't wish to see him retiring, then... What is he going to do now since the deed has been done?

"I..." His hands clutching Gyouko's back, obviously thrown off by her words. "Guizhong, I--"
"Shouri-Sensei..." She returns the hug. "Shouri, to what extent will you lower yourself?"
"What...?"
"You desire to be with me for... how long, was it?" Her voice whispers right onto his ears as her hands roam over his back. "Will you do anything for me? Anything?"
"...Yes." He doesn't hesitate. "Anything you wish me to do. Anything."
"No matter how dirty you'll end up at?"
"...Guizhong, after all the things I did in the past, is there any more dirt I haven't touched?"

Gyouko wasn't meant to trigger some painful memories, so his words silenced her for a moment, a little bit ashamed of what she has in mind when she mentions 'dirty'. She has no chance to doubt herself, however, as Shouri once again hugs her, hands move lower to secure her waist as he leans his head on her shoulder. Like a pair of lovers, they are sitting in each other's embrace, inside a bed chamber with no other soul presented.

He is acting spoiled, waiting for whatever she wishes him to do, she knows. A long list of embarrassing things she wants to order, most of them are borderline sexual harassment, yet none coming out of her lips, lost at what to do because he is being a little too cute. Putting aside his unearthly beauty, will any educated man act childish like he is under the influence of alcohol?

"Guizhong..."
The name he speaks of snaps her out of her mind. "It's Gyouko, Sensei. Guizhong is... nothing but the past now. If you wish to be with the current me, then I expect you to see me as Gyouko, not Guizhong."
"Alright, Gyouko." The way he calls her name sounds childish and spoiled. "Gyouko."
She clears her throat. "What do you want to do now that I am here?"

He lowers his eyes a bit, before looking at her dangerously. Not saying another word, he lifts her chin and kisses her lips. It started innocently at the first second, but soon enough became a bit demanding. He is trying to be gentle, but she can feel his raging desire. He wants her, all of her.

She follows his lead, letting him take over, and slowly pushes her down on the soft mattress. His hands trapping her in place. Throughout the kiss, Gyouko hasn't closed her eyes at all. She can see him frowning deep, holding back himself from devouring her and crossing the border. She finds it rather amusing because he is still holding onto his rationality despite having her beneath him, under the influence of strong alcohol.

She couldn't stop herself from seeing it endearing. Her hand reaches out to touch his hair, slips into his tresses, tugs his strand of hair lightly. His eyes opened and they looked into each other. The golden irises are piercing through her own, and she was expecting some kind of blatant possession in those eyes. The obsession lasts for centuries as he claimed a moment ago. Yet what she sees is... A pure, innocent longing.

Her heart struck immediately.
With the speed of lightning, she flipped their position and trapped him beneath.

"Sensei, you lost your last chance to run away."
"...I planned not to." He touches her cheek. His eyes peering into her ever so gently. "Guizhong--no. Gyouko... If it's you, I will never run away..."

Like thunder, his words struck her again at a place she didn't know exists. The kiss she landed on him is rough, deep, and possessive. She can taste the wine in his tongue, can hear the faint whine he lets out whenever her tongue reaches the deeper part of his mouth. His hands are on her waist, squeezes a bit in response to her devouring him. The more he accepts her ministrations, the more she couldn't hold back her own desire.

She did say she never sees him in this kind of light, but Ningguang is not blind. Shouri is, no matter how one sees it, an attractive young man. His level is much above, leaving any mortals pale in comparison. And this godly man, literally or hypothetically, is writhing beneath her getting weak on the knees from her kiss alone. There is no way it doesn't boost her ego.

Her hands move fast to unbutton his shirt one by one, feeling the muscle beneath separated by his multiple layers of clothing. His hot breath brushing her lips whenever she tugs on his lower lip, sighing in contentment, waiting for her to do more. It surprises her indeed to see how much he complies.

"Sensei, don't you want to fight back a bit?"
"Why should I?"
"I don't know, to flip the table?"
Shouri looked at her through his clouded eyes, and slowly shook his head. "No, it's fine like this."
Gyouko couldn't believe what he said. "You really, really willing to lower yourself to the dirt?"

He nods but says nothing. Gyouko has to hold herself from licking her lips, thinking about the meal presents right in front of her, ready to be devoured. Even as he said that, she still wants to test the water, to see how far she can go before he snapped and let his masculinity take over. Because she knows no men want to be pushed down.

She traces his exposed neck, moves down and lightly tugs his tie. His face has reddened from embarrassment yet keeping eye contact. Gyouko ponders if she wants to strip him, or watching him strip. Truth to be told, the latter sounds more appealing. Her fingers move again, moving south to his waist, imagining the smooth skin beneath the clothing. Honestly, now she looks at him properly, he can easily awaken her own desire. Her ambition over her goal in life really clouded her eyes from looking at this living gem by her side.

"Why don't you strip, Sensei?" She pulls back and sits back on her chair.
"Eh?"
"I want to see your resolve. I must say, I have a hard time believing you. If words can convince nothing, maybe action could, don't you think?"

Shouri seems hesitant yet fully sitting down, slowly undressing calmly. She watches his hand untying his tie, unbuttons his shirt, stripping from each layer covering his pale skin, shows what has been hidden beneath, and boy, how good he looks without a single strand of thread. He is still wearing his pants, though.

"Just that?"

She taunts, crosses her legs slowly on purpose, so he can see her inner thighs as she shifts. The way he swallows his saliva upon seeing her skin is kinda cute. She chuckles, taunts him more with small gestures. As if getting the courage to, he follows the taunt and starts taking off his pants. His bulge poked out, standing proudly the moment it got free from its binding. Gyouko had to keep her expression from showing any interest upon seeing it.

"Out of curiosity, Sensei... Do you always have it around me?"
"...Mm."
"Quite an indecent man you are, surprisingly."
"Your existence wakes every desire I have, I won't deny it."
"Mind showing me how you relieved yourself, then?"

Without much thought, he did. His hand on his hood, starts playing with himself while keeping his gaze on her. The stare is nowhere near indecent, sharp and focused, yet Gyouko feels like she is also bare naked in front of him, exactly like he is. The heat she feels while watching him masturbating, whines in contentment, moaning her name in between, makes her hot and bothered.

She stands and moves to him, rests her knee in between his legs and nudges lightly. One hand grabs his shoulder as leverage as the other tugs his long ponytail, forces him to look up and see her face. The satisfaction on his visage really adds more charm.

"Touch me, Gyouko..."

He doesn't hesitate to ask now, reasoning has long pushed back behind his head. Gyouko doesn't heed, however, enjoying the heat coming from his skin as her hand roams around. She can see from the corner of his eyes how he touches himself faster, pumping deeper following her teasing. He even lets out another moan when she flicks his nipple. How amusing. And to her surprise, seeing a man under her mercy was surprisingly sexy.

"Lady Gyouko..."
"Back to honorifics?" She chuckles. "It's alright, too. I love hearing you call me that way," she blows her breath on his ear and whispers, "Shouri-Sensei."

He shivers and moans a little louder. Gyouko reaches down to his rod, flicks its head, and forces more precum leaking out. She even helps him pump, squeeze, and twist at the right moment, eliciting not only a lewd moan but also pleasurable cries. Gyouko is unable to look away, wants to see more of it but also wants to make him come undone.

"Do you like my touches, Sensei? What more do you want?"
"Ahh--Whatever... you want to do to me..."

It's like a confirmation, but Gyouko still distrusts he will really let her do anything. Her fingers moved faster, stroking his rod with precision. His face is telling her the climax is around the corner, and she took that chance to kiss him roughly, swallowing every moan about to leave his lips. His rod gets even harder, and soon enough her palm can feel the strong twitch from its nerve as the seed shoots out, dirtying her hand.

"Ah..." Shouri is panting, still clouded from his climax, "I'm sorry..."

Gyouko gently pushes him to lie down. Her sticky hand moves lower to his back door, nudging the hole, using his own cum as lubricant. His body briefly tensed, obviously startled. She waits for any kind of protest yet he said none, just looking at her with the same, innocent longing.

How come you look at me that way as I do this to your body?

Gyouko carefully slips a finger. The passage is awfully tight, even more so because his body instinctively reacts to the intrusion. His face twists from discomfort yet keep silent as she tries to pry him open. Even as forceful as she is, she couldn't help but worry.

"Are you alright, Sensei?"
"Yes, I'm fine... Don't worry and just... just..."

His face flushing red, too embarrassed to finish his sentence. It hits her right on the heart and she ends up kissing his face. Her long finger easily finds its way inside of him, moving in and out to ease the before slipping another. He starts whining when she scissors him open wide enough to slip the third finger, found his spot and doesn't wait to abuse it, to make him moan and writhing under.

"Lady Gyouko, I... I want to see you..."

She understands, and lets him strip her from her clothing. Now having their skin onto each other, sharing the warmth, she starts to feel aroused for real. Natural lubricant is already filling her, but she holds back from touching herself. She wants to see this man fall completely under her first. Then maybe, she can have the chance to enjoy him fully.

His mouth finds its way to her bosom, licks and kisses, and catches her nipple into his mouth. She moans, surprised because he has the nerve to touch him without permission. Though the face he makes kind of stopping her from protesting. Besides, two can play the game.

She lets him enjoy her body while she prepares him for what's about to come. They move a lot, trying out different positions while preparing themselves. But she pushes him down again and ties his wrists using his own tie, just to make him stop roaming his hands around.

"Sensei, I don't appreciate your gesture."
"I--Sorry..."

Lying beneath her with arms tied above his head and legs spread open, Gyouko almost sure she got hard seeing him in such a vulnerable state. His face as if telling her he is ready to be used, flushing red and shyly glancing her way. His hole is fully prepared, enough to take something bigger without much problem. Using her vision, she made a stone wand the size of his own rod. She rubs the tip to her own entrance first, wetting it, right in front of his face. His breath hitched seeing her rubbing herself, somehow feels bothered because he is left there bound.

"Lady Gyouko--"
"Sshh..."

Thinking the wand is wet enough, she started pushing into his ready opening. Slick sound as the wand enters him inch by inch makes her itch. She pushes deeper, letting it thrust into his prostate and leave it there with barely any space to take it out.

Shouri trembles. He mumbles her name while trying to adjust. Gyouko teases him more and plays with his nipples, wanting to build her own arousal. Hearing his moan easily helps her feel the desire; to fill him to the point of a moaning mess.

"Lady--"

Using her vision, she moves the wand inside out, making sure each part of his inside is thoroughly caressed. His moans fill the room. His body tries to match her rhythm but ends up making her teasing him more. Whenever his hips shift to meet the thrust, she will pull back a bit further. When he didn't anticipate it, she would abuse his spot.

It doesn't take long before his second climax hits him. Her name rolls from his tongue as his seed shoots out. It is too sexy for her, she doesn't stop pounding him even when he hasn't recovered from his high. His plea fell to deaf ears. She strapped the wand onto her own waist using her vision and fucks him for real. His tears pooled around his eyes fuels her to be rougher. She scratches his stomach a bit, loves seeing the red streak on his pale skin.

"Lady Gyo--"
"Oh, again?" His stomach tightens. His climax is about to hit again. Gyouko grabs her sash and uses it to tie his rod. "No, Sensei. Not too fast."

He cries harder. His high is around the corner but now he isn't even allowed to have a release. Gyouko's rhythm gets irregular, teasing him between the rough pace and shallow thrusts, abusing his spot or not touching it at all, whatever she wants to do with his body. And even with the delicious torture, he still accepts her.

Gyouko's hands on each side of his body, grazing his skin more, leaving trails of red streaks. She is not fond to give him any love bites yet, so doing this is kind of a replacement. And also another form of test, whether he will stop her or not.

"Does it hurt, Sensei?"

He shook his head, and pretty much enjoyed her treatment. Another wave of peak he isn't allowed to have makes him tremble. His toes curling, holding back from the pleasure of threatening to gush out. He is still begging her to let him cum, and she is still ignoring his plea. At times, she will let the high pass and do nothing but kisses his lips. Another time, she doesn't care and shoves the want into his spot unforgivingly.

"Gyo--!!"

He couldn't stop himself. The electricity hits every part of his nerve, but nothing is coming out. The sensation is totally new. His tears rolled down without him able to stop it. His mouth shaped a silent moan. His body is trembling from head to toe.

"Did you..."

Gyouko watches him desperately handle his first dry climax. The confusion on his visage tells her he has never experienced it before. She just wanted to see if he is alright or not, but surely touching his twitching rod to do so was not a good idea. His moan is bewitching. She halts from moving an inch.

"Aahh... I'm... sorry..."

She isn't sure where she gets the strength to flip a man twice her size. Forcing him to be on his knees, she shoves the wand into his hole again, thrusting with a rough pace, eliciting an exhausted moan from him. It drives her to do more, to make him beg more. The way he glances at her through his shoulders, pleading with a miserable expression, she shivers from the desire to make this man pass out.

And that is exactly what she will do.

"Are you close again, Sensei?"

He nods furiously, unable to form a coherent word in between his moans. Gyouko smiles and unties his rod at the same moment she shoves into his spot hard and deep. He tensed, his climax hitting him as hard as his moan. Her name rolls from his lips again, slowly turning into a mere whisper as his body spasming from his big climax. She waits for a few moments before carefully pulling out, stares down at his limp body falls onto the dirty sheet.

"Sensei."

She reaches out, moves away his fringe to see him already fainted. She blinks in confusion, completely forgot he was drunk thus why he got so weak. Her smile follows and she leans down to give a gentle kiss on his temple. She doesn't believe his words yet, but for now doesn't want to fight back the desire to hold him close.

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When Gyouko opens her eyes, the sun is already high in the sky. She raised from the bed, stopped by a strong hand holding her body in an embrace. Next to her, Shouri is sleeping naked, looking all spent with eyes puffed. The memory of what they did the night before returns to her, and she really wants to hide from embarrassment.

In her sleep, she had a dream. A flash of past memories, the image of someone who looked exactly like her and Shouri in the form of Morax, if she guessed it right. It doesn't feel like something she had done, but at the same time couldn't wash away the nostalgic feeling. She doesn't believe a single thing Shouri said, but her mind wavers.

What if he told the truth?
What if she is indeed Guizhong's reincarnation?
What if his love really lasted that long?

What if Shouri was indeed Morax?

She shivers from the last question and instinctively looks at Shouri's sleeping figure.

Did I...
Did I just bed my God????

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