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$And on to chapter ten...
<snip>
"Simple," Eichi replied with renewed confidence. "Today
is their art mid-terms. All we need to do is suggest they use both
the teacher and the succubus as their subject. It would be a way of
honoring their hard working teacher and welcoming and new
student to their class."
$a new student
<snip>
"No!" Ken told her firmly, tossing down the whip in
disgust. He didn't know what he let Kumiko talk him into the
$why he let
<snip>
"Please, Ken-chan," Kumiko pleaded on her knees, leaning
her body against him as she reached up to stroke his bare chest, her
hands trailing downward.
$Ken: Ah hah! Kumiko, your punishment is that you will recieve no
punishment!
<snip>
*No, not my last bed sheet,* Ken thought, almost in despair
as the demon-girl didn't seem to be willing to surrender this idea
without a fight. Though he was finding it hard to remain angry at
her as she looked up with blue hair all in disarray, the tangled
sheets partial concealing her nude form enticingly.
$partially
<snip>
discover her likes and dislikes, then who should enter the
classroom but... them. The three most terrifying beings to ever
walk the face of the Earth, after his sister though even that was
debatable. Who had come within a hair's breath of robbing him of
his sanity, and his virginity while they were at it: the bunny girls.
$Suggest rewording some of that. It seems awkward.
<snip>
"Before we begin our mid-term," Honami announced to the
class with a smile, most laughing at her little joke in return. They
all knew she was an easy teacher
$Poor Ken. Shot down even by the 'easy' teacher.
who would pass someone no
matter what their artistic talents were, as long as they tried. "It
seems that we have a new student today. I'd like you all to make
Kumiko Akuma feel welcome, though it seems that Ken has taken
care of that for all of us."
<snip>
There were moments that time, just briefly, seemed to stop
for Natsume.
The day her parents had stood in the doorway of her new
home.
$??? When they first moved into the family house, you mean? Or her home
specifically, and she was doing something naughty?
The day her younger brother, the first of many siblings, had
hugged her for the first time. Looking out of her classroom
window to see another girl skipping school, glancing up at her with
casual interest. The first time that same girl had held her close and
whispered in her ear, 'Sume-chan.' The moment Aomori-san had
agreed to be her mentor. And when she had opened her door to see
Ayame standing there, looking for a place to stay.
Ayame's head tilted up to catch the sunlight, illuminating
her hair like a halo. Her eyes had only started to open again, her
mouth slightly parted. Natsume lay motionless underneath her, her
breath inert, her heart stopped. She could still feel the warmth of
the other woman's body as if it were still pressed up against her,
her full breasts squashed against her own less developed ones, soft
lips on her mouth. Time was still once more.
$But not her shorts. They seemed to be getting _awfully_ tight.
"All right, I think everyone should stop now. We want to
give everyone a chance to display their work," Honami announced
to the class, stretching a bit from sitting still for nearly an hour.
$Ah, in my experience, studio art classes tend to be from two to three
hours long, occasionally more, and it's a rare person who can start and
complete a painting in that time. Very few can do it in an hour.
<snip>
"Oh, okay," Kumiko said as she stood, still staring at the
teacher, who was now looking away from her. Despite her
warning, she had expected the suspicious woman to try something
anyway, but she hadn't. Maybe the demon-girl was just being
paranoid. Ever since the incident in the convenience store and her
fight with the judo demon hunter, she'd been expecting another
$judo demon-hunter, I think. And there's just something wrong with that
term.
<snip>
Sitting there apart, she had missed his warmth, his scent,
and a hundred other things she had noticed and catalogued about
him. It was odd for her, having spent so much of her life as a
demon alone, to feel such a strong attachment to anyone, but she
supposed it was just the bond, the desire to have his soul inside
her.
$Among other things.
<snip>
Retaining a firm hold on her slave, Kumiko peered in the
direction he had indicated, grinning as she suddenly recognized
that the face smiling back at her was her own. It was hardly as
accurate as a mirror, yet at the same time reflected her more truly
than a mirror ever could, something deep inside herself that had
been brought to the surface. Kumiko felt warmed by the fact that
her slave had gone through the trouble to notice.
Then the demon-girl glanced over the rest of the canvas and
her smile instantly vanished, reappearing as a frown while her eyes
narrowed at the image before her, as if trying to burn it away with
the strength of her glare. It was a painting of the sneaky teacher,
which seemed to have a lot more care and effort put into it than her
image, not to mention it was significantly larger.
$Again, he'd be hard pressed to paint Kumiko alone in that short a period,
he'd be some sort of painting god to paint both. I'm of course talking
about signifigant detail here, which I think you're describing. He could
probably just whip something out, but that's hardly the way to pass an art
midterm.
<snip>
Eichi nodded fervently, but his response was drowned out
by the shouts of agreement from roughly half of the class. Soon
another debate was in full swing, though this time the lines weren't
so clearly drawn at gender. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder,
$Or beer-holder, in many cases.
<snip>
"All right, class will end a little early today," she
announced, waving away those trying to get a look at the couple
making out on the floor.
$Random male student: Hey now, _this_ would make a good paiting!
<snip>
"Um, Hi," Ken said weakly while instinctively
$"Um, hi,"
<snip>
"We quit," Nobu and Satoru said in unison before
collecting their things and walking out the door. All the while,
Eichi stood frozen as a statue, the door slamming behind him with
the echo of finality.
$Poor guy. But hey, he's got a girlfriend now, he shouldn't complain.
Again, nice job. Mistakes were few and far between, sorry if I missed any.
Looking forward to more lesbianistic antics between Ayame and Natsume, and I
suppose I wouldn't mind seeing more of Ken and Kumiko. Waiting for the next
chapter,
Kichigai