| What's It Gonna Be? ~ Shura |

What I do as soon as I get back to my room is text Chihiro-san and Yuki-san. I say, "Hey! I was so glad to introduce Maki-san to you today. But it'd be great if you could not tell anyone about it right away since, you know, people can be homophobic. And I haven't come out to my parents yet. So I don't wanna deal with that. Thank you."

Fortunately, they both understand. It looks like there's no dearth of good people in the world. Even when I've been introduced to the worst of humankind today.

When I called Mai-san by mistake, I was not hoping for her to be so supportive and caring. She acted like a big sister today and my starving-for-love heart could not handle it. I asked her if she wanted to eat out with Maki-san and me on Wednesday. She made a face when she heard her sister's name but was eventually convinced. She's a darling!

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Wednesday is here before I know it. After classes, I change into a pair of high-waisted, wide-legged jeans and a casual grey crop top. I put a water bottle in a tote bag along with an umbrella because Google told me it might rain.

My phone pings and it's the ringtone I've selected especially for Instagram and Twitter so that I know to avoid them. It's unbelievable but true that I've been recognized by my target audience and also those who are not. Clips from my performance have been sent to me by multiple people. Even people from class have come up to me to show me what they called "fan edits".

To be honest, it's actually a little nerve-wracking.

I walk out of campus and toward Tasokare Hotel, the place where I'm meeting the Zenin sisters. Since I'm the first one there, I take a table of three and order a lemon soda for myself.

I haven't seen Maki-san in two days and that has done enough damage to my daily life. All I can think about is her. When I wake up, I think of her and my hand slithers under the covers of its own accord. In the shower, all my thoughts are about her and what she would have done to me if we were bathing together. I know she'd have gotten an extra kick from fucking me in the dorm's communal bathrooms. I text her during class, lunch, and seminars, and whenever I'm free during the evening.

I have made no other friends. Chihiro-san and Yuki-san are only classmates. So, I believe my quote-unquote obsession with Maki-san is pretty understandable.

The restaurant's door opens, jingling the bell hanging from the middle of the top frame, and I look up to see the Zenin sisters walking in. Same outfit, just in different fonts. They're both wearing denim dungarees, but Maki-san has a pair of pants and Mai-san has a short skirt. Even the color of their t-shirts matches.

I stand up, giggling and they both make sure I know how much they hate the circumstances. "Is this twin telepathy, or did you guys actually plan on wearing matching outfits?"

Mai-san grimaces as she gives me a side hug and complains, "She's copying my style."

"Like I even remotely think your style is worth copying." Maki-san walks over to the chair beside me and pulls me into a hug. She kisses my temple before letting go, shushing me up completely.

I sit back down and immediately start stirring my drink to distract myself.

"You look great." Maki-san squeezes my shoulder.

I turn to her and return the compliment. "You look great too."

"So do I." Mai-san taps the tabletop with her fingers.

The Zenin sisters order coffee — Mai-san an iced latte and Maki-san a double espresso. And we all hunch over the menu for a while before ordering fried dumplings and shrimps tossed in honey garlic sauce. According to Mai-san, these are some underrated jewels at this restaurant.

"I'll admit, I was really surprised that Maki agreed to sit at the same table with me." Mai-san snickers.

"Oh, I disagreed plenty," Maki-san replies. "I just couldn't ignore Niji's request."

"So you'll do anything she asks?" Mai-san purses her lips to hide her smirk. Her question makes me blush and I really want to see if it has the same effect on Maki-san. But I can't turn to her, not when I probably look flustered myself.

A waiter brings the Zenin sisters their drinks at the right moment, providing my face with some respite. But it's only for a second.

Maki-san's hand finds my thigh under the table. Her long fingers spread over the fabric of my jeans and she squeezes my flesh. Until it's too much. Until it hurts and I have to swat her hand away. I hear a scoff under her breath before she pulls her cup toward herself.

Mai-san asks me about my classes, if I'm liking the campus, and if I have any concerns regarding my dorm room. Just simple small talk.

The evening rolls out and the light of the golden hour seeps into the restaurant, reflecting on the floor, furniture, and decor. It flows over our table and reaches beyond to those sitting further inside. The warmth is on my hands, chest, and thighs and it feels so good, that I instinctively smile.

A blush replaces it when Maki-san reaches out and tucks some loose locks of hair behind my ear. "It was in the way," she adds, and Mai-san clears her throat.

"I thought you guys were..." Mai-san starts to say something but gets cut off.

By her sister, of course. "How much longer do you want to be here? I wanna take you home," Maki-san tells me.

I wanna go home with her too. I've missed her face between my legs and her hands on my tits. She's so intimidating, it's hard to imagine how generous she can be in bed. In giving, she finds pleasure. Or maybe in my pleasure, she finds pleasure.

"Maki!" Her sister rebukes her. "Have some shame, okay? And it's not like I invited y'all. You invited me, and..."

"With all due respect, Mai, shut up." Maki-san raises a finger and looks at her. Instinctively, my hand rushes to Maki-san's thigh and I squeeze it gently. Her expression softens. She looks at me and sighs, like if I wasn't here, she would have broken into a fight with her sister. "Okay, let's have our food and then... we can leave."

"As people do at restaurants," Mai-san whispers under her breath.

We chatter away as we finish the food. When we walk out, a light breeze embraces us and I pull down the hem of my top to cover my exposed tummy. I catch Maki-san's eyes. There's mischief in them. The smirk on her lips only fuels my suspicions.

"Hey, Mai," she says, in a tone she never uses with her sister.  I know what she's about to say before she says it. "Take Niji's ID card today, and punch it in. Like you did the night of the party."

Mai-san looks up, her eyes wide. She scoffs. "The audacity!" She scoffs again. "You see this, Niji, your girlfriend is being so polite with me now. If I say no, her whole demeanor will change. I might even have to run to save my life. Even that might not work. Cause, woah, even the God Almighty fears Maki Zenin's wrath."

"Will you do it or not, Mai?" Maki-san reprimands in her intimidating monotone, garnering only a poker face from her sister.

But when half an hour later, Maki-san pulls me into her apartment and holds me against the door, her throaty moans into my mouth are anything but monotonous. She pulls me toward her by my belt loops. Her hands move effortlessly to grab my ass, soon proceeding to smooth up under my top. The tips of her fingers press into my skin, pulling my flesh, my chub in her grasp. "You beautiful girl," she whispers, tearing herself from me.

My breath is heavy.  I'm aching for her exhale to give me life. How can she think I'm beautiful?

I want to touch her so, so bad. So, so bad.

"If you don't mind," Maki-san tucks a loose hair strand behind my ear. "Can I take some photographs of you?"

"Photographs?"

"Yes. Only if it's alright." She walks away from me and drops her backpack on the mattress in the living room. "I told you, right, I'm a freelance photographer? I have a great camera and some equipment for setting up a nice ambience. So, if you're up for it, I can take some pictures of you."

I am very confused. "What... What will you do with the pictures?"

Maki-san looks up with a smirk that makes me go somewhat limp. I just want to slide down the door, sit on the floor and melt into the horny puddle that I am. She says, "I don't know. I might look at them whenever I'm missing you."

"And you need me to pose for that?"

"Yeah, I'm hoping you would. Or, you can just sit, lie down, do nothing or do something conventionally mundane. Not posing. As long as it's a picture of you, it works for me."

A new question appears in my mind. "Would i be posing naked, Maki-san?"

At this, she laughs and jams her hands in her pockets. "If you're up for it, Niji, I definitely wouldn't say no."

She takes me to her bedroom. I can tell she has recently tidied it up, likely before meeting me at Tasokare. The blinds are not drawn and I can see moving figures behind the neighbor's frosted glass window — a seemingly heterosexual couple kissing. Maki-san walks over and pulls the curtains close over the glass door of the balcony. "Don't look at them. We'll be doing that too. And I'll make you feel way better than that man, or any man can ever make a woman feel."

My throat goes dry. There are butterflies in my stomach that only Maki-san can tame.

She walks back to the bed, at the edge of which I've sat myself, and sits down next to me. "Niji," she whispers, her fingers softly touching my wrist. She grazes up my arm, stops at the elbow and then grazes down. Up and down again. "Niji, Niji, Niji," she calls out, burying her beautiful face in the crook of my neck, "you're gorgeous. I can make love to you all night, and still look forward to eating you out for breakfast."

"Don't say these things please, Maki-san." My hand itches to touch her. I raise my arm and sieve my fingers through her hair. That's the only part of her body she willingly lets me touch.

"Why not?" She looks up and takes my chin between her thumb and forefinger. "Does it make you feel hot?"

I softly hum near her ear, making her lips open into a gorgeous grin. Her hand moves from my chin to my thighs; they are strong. Her hold on me makes me giddy but I don't laugh. It's quite the opposite actually. It makes me want to cry.

Lulu-san's words from the first day ring in my ear. "...she manages to shag every lesbian and bisexual girl in sight." Something tells me Maki-san will forget my name. If not tomorrow, then eventually. But surely. I'm just another bisexual girl she's fucking.

"What happened, baby?" Maki-san sits up straight and pulls me closer. She touches my face, just beside the nose to rub her thumb across. Only then do I realize I'm crying.

Niji loves Maki! Niji loves Maki! Typical WLW behaviour to fall in love this soon.

I know this chapter is a little slow and nothing much happens. But I really wanted to build Niji's relationship with Mai and shape her into the person who fixes the sisters' relationship with each other. Who knows, the kitty might actually be free therapy for Maki. 🐱

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