Heart of the Shy Soul [Training]

[Nekomata Minh]

Umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh

(Continuing the training of this technique from this Thread.)

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(10)(10)(10+10)

Impeccable Will
Rank: "D" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over their own will power.
Special: ---
Drawback: May Learn at a maximum of 6 times.
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their save against the opponent's Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train it as a regular "D" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points. This technique stacks with other Will saves.
Limit: Universal GenJutsu Technique.

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(10/20)
(??/10)

She whined, she groaned, sometimes did both. No matter what she was suffering from boredom. She was so alone. Alone, and had nothing to do. She spent the first few hour bouncing a small ball at the wall, and soon got tired of it. So she plopped on the bed, simply laying there. Gradually finding herself in different positions. Face first into the mattress, flipped over, hanging off the side, on the floor, etc. Fumiko was falling apart. At some point she began just prodding her bellybutton with her index finger, as she sat on the edge of the mattress. The feeling tickling her enough to be entertaining for a few minutes, but it only got irritating. That and she always feared one day her cute inny bellybutton would pop, and all her guts would spill out, and she'd die or something. Its a real fear! For her anyway.

The moral of the story so far, was that when you are bored the most random of pass times can possibly cure you. Sadly. Fumiko was not having much luck. Her willpower to even be awake to endure this was fading. She wished Junko took her now. But it was too late for all of that regret now. General,frustration coming from Fumiko as she'd constantly whimper every other time as this stale morning creeping over her thoughts as she paced around the room. It is rather sad honestly. The day started off so well, after she got done with her bath, and dress herself. 



Other than the soft fabric white panties she didn't both with upper underwear since she was going to be by herself, and inside today. So she opted for a simple dark purple sundress, which was a lot more fitting that she imagined with the brown sash she added to it. A black collar buckle tightened snugly around her slender neck which added to her already submissive looking demeanor.

Her legs all the way to most of her thighs were shown, as the dress felt short. Ending only three inches below her plush bottom. Her large bust, accessorized attracively by a diamond cut within the dress which was held by a thick cross strap design. Something of that nature. It was a really nice outfit for Fumiko. Fit her well, and showed off her body in a pleasingly suggestive way. The fact she decided to wear this out of free will goes to show how comfortable she was getting with herself. Good for her.

But this wasn't about how she looked. No instead it was about her endless attempts to be entertained. She been trapped in her room for two hours now, and was officially tired of this process. She'd open the door lazily. Her stomach grumbled lightly as she did so, teasing her to find a snack. She leaned her body against the wall, and slumped over. Fumiko was miserable right now. Why the hell did she have to be left alone today? There was nothing to do damn it! Fumiko, felt like crying a little.

Not really, but she sure was feeling some kind of grief. She'd begin to venture slowly towards the kitchen. However her movements were sluggish. Soon stepping accidentally on the loose long ribbon strand of her sash, tripping and landing on the floor, foolishly. Propped up in a goofy, face down butt up position. Her tail off to the side of her, so anyone behind her, would be able to see her white panties. Oh dear... That wouldn't be a very good start.

[Umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh]

~enter~

Slithering around in the meat locker, her light rose eyes gazing upon the massive and freshly made sausage that lazily was strung on a couple of meat hooks. Due to her previous task she still wore an nun outfit.Her mind thought of numerous things to do wit this massively thick hunk of meat each becoming more perverted by the second illustrating an direct contrast to the holy garb she was portraying. Letting out an cruel giggle as she slowly nibbled ont he bottom of her lower lips she slowly craned her neck to it before slowly trailing her sinful tongue against the fleshy skin of the massive links of sausage. Letting out a few heated breaths as she explored herself with her free left hand as she used the other to prop up the phallic object before slowly wrapping her lips around it to suckle upon the tip. However, when she was about to shove the whole thing down her naughty throat an rattle from the kitchen perked her ears.

"interesting i was very direct with my orders if any of those swine...decided to disobey well" she thought an annoyed growl escaped her lips before her eyes glanced at a couple of the unused meat hooks before an sinister smile began to appear upon her lips. Then her attention was brought back to the massive hunk of meat as it gently slapped her left cheek as her saliva remained to glistened upon it. Connecting a couple of sinful ideas together her tongue slowly slithered out of her mouth before sadistically gliding against her lips in eager anticipation.

Without wasting any more time she grabbed the massive links of sausages before exiting the meat locker. Entering the kitchen she was greeted with the perfect view of Fumiko's elegant white panties. Without realizing it, Peisinoe's began to seductively stroke the massive link of sausage she held as if it was another phallic object. Slowly she crept forward as her nun outfit gracefully swayed before she was only a few feet behind her faithful servant. "so naughty yet expected for an slut to greet her mistress with her rear awaiting to be punished" the siren angelically yet sadistically cooed before firmly planting her left leg upon her friend's rear. Wearing an wicked smirk upon her lips, she began to grind her highhel shoe in the sensitive area between her rear lumps slightly above her anal entrance. "i wonder what should i do with such an willing toy" she taunted while using the massive sausage link in her hand to attempt to prod back of the neko's neck with it while letting out an adorable yet cruel giggle.

[Madame Loki]

learned Minh

[Nekomata Minh]

Impeccable Will
Rank: "D" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over their own will power.
Special: ---
Drawback: May Learn at a maximum of 6 times.
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their save against the opponent's Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train it as a regular "D" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points. This technique stacks with other Will saves.
Limit: Universal GenJutsu Technique.
(0/30)
(??/20)

It was getting bad. Fumiko let to bask in her humiliation as she heard the meat locker doors open behind her. Her fluffy cat ears perking up to the sound in fact. The sheer mental note of even knowing someone was there is what made Fumiko die inside. Whoever it was could completely see her underwear, and in this awkward position not to forget. It was destroying her will all together. She was mentally freaking out, as her face turned bright pinkish red from the emotions swelling up. So embarrassed she'd miss the clicking of heels from Peisinoe as she was mentally scolding herself for the most part.

It was when she heard that extremely familiar voice tone, that her eyes when wide in surprise. "M-mistress P-Peisinoe?" She muttered to herself, so confused. Although she was still horrified about the matter, she was a lot less effected as it was only Peisinoe that saw her panties. She already knows how crazy Peisinoe is about...stuff that is more...suggestive in themes. So it wasn't so bad. In fact it was possible Peis already has seen her in such things before, if not way worse. Yeah, surely way worse, than this. Her mind soothing a bit, ignoring the fact Peisinoe called her a slut. As mean as that is, it was untrue. Fumiko is probably the most purest virgin Peis has seen, which is probably disgusting to the succubus, but Fumiko was just like that. In general Peisinoe doesn't know what goes on in her mind most of the time. So she really can't say for sure, if Fumiko is a buttercup like how she imagines.

Neverminding that though, Fumiko still eeped cutely as she felt Peisinoe plant her heel on her rump, grinding the heel in a place it really should be. Her sensitiveness for things like that made her squirm and the base of her tail flinch as she whimpered wanting Peisinoe to quit messing with her in such odd ways. "Peisinoe. Please stop, it feels weird." She whined in a soft voice. She didn't want to start the day, being toyed with a heel in her rear. The taunting didn't help either. The prodding making Fumiko nervous by a large margin. Fumiko as a whole is never comfortable when Peisinoe talks like that. And the bitch knows this!! 

Enough of this. The neko now refusing to be a toy, would take action. Jolting her hips to move Peisinoe's heel out of the way, and would roll onto her back. Then quickly picked herself up, dusting herself off, and adjusting her dress to make sure it fit how it was last time before she fell. With that, Fumiko would have a flustered pout for an expression as she was now annoyed with Peisinoe, crossing her arms underneath her large bust, making them bounce a little from the movement. "That wasn't funny mistress. You're embarrassing me on purpose, again." She'd protest looking at her sternly. But...in the end, would soften up. And walk forward nuzzling her beloved friend, with a happy purr, her hands holding the side of her waist.

Her nails, teasingly grazing her sides by accident. Her warm breasts, would be playfully pressed against Peisinoe's arm softly as her neko warmed up to her presence like the good mindless pet she was. "Still; I was bored and am so very glad to see you now Mistress Peisinoe. Can we go do something please? I been here without anything to do for the past two hours, and now that you are here we can spend time together. My sister and Krystal went out, and I am not sure if when they will be back. Loki is out too, and I haven't seen Amira in forever. So I guess its just me and you?" She explained, really up for mostly anything. That mostly is a cautious term when saying it around Peisinoe in the context. Her mind was going through a lot of changes lately so it was a matter of observation. She was not going to blow a sausage that was for sure though. So she better not even ask. But regardless Fumiko's warm and cuddly body would at least be hear to touch and such. So that is a plus in a way. Whatever that means...

[Umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh]

SPOILER: Click to show

Humming Bird Waltz
Rank: B
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: Allows the bard to move in certain ways.
Special: --
Drawback: Cannot keep up over long periods of time. Must remain moving.
Description: Bards are known for all of their entertaining abilities such as acting, tumbling, and dancing. This skill allows the bard to move with the lightest possible steps. This means they are able to traverse difficult terrain with ease, alighting upon only safe points and only for a moment before moving away.
Limit: Art of the Bard.

0/60

Wearing an sadistic smirk upon her lips as she gazed down upon her faithful servant. Peisinoe knew despite calling the girl an slut she was far from it yet there still enough to corrupt Fumiko's mind. Still not conditioning her friend to be an lustful whore was annoying as it displayed an chance of the gir developing pride and defiance which was disgusting to the siren. She knew humans were nothing but cattle yet when they act to be something hire it undermine her divine status which was inexcusable. Slightly being annoyed by this, the siren was about to shove her foot deeper yet an single adorable meep made her chuckle as the anger slowly faded away.

"even when you attempt to display defiance your flesh is still pathetic under my grasp" the succubus pridefully thou8ght as her light rose eyes continued to gaze upon her friends lovely rump wishing her panties wasnt there blocking the rest of the view. However as she continued to playfully poke her friend with the massive link of sausage she protested. Her smile widening even more as she knew this was bringing forth many levels of discomfort for the neko. A few seconds later she abrupt skidded away almost making the songstress loose her balance yet with some elegant footwork she simply used the momentum for an twirl. Remembering the days she use to dance around the camp fire for one of her priestess duties, she began to hum an delightful tune as her friend spoke some more concerning the situation. "do you expect anything different mortal fate have always loved to latch onto fools" she angelically yet cruelly remarked while blowing her friend an kiss. Indeed, Fumiko was innocent yet foolish at the same time. Peisinoe did desire to break her down to nothing before putting her back together. Even if that resulted in the neko becoming lost in the rabbit hole, she would still be delicious to consume when the time arrived.

Although when she gently latched onto the siren's arm, Peisnoe slightly glanced at her with her light rose eyes for a few moments. "so naive....yet" she thought before turning away with an slightly annoyed pout upon her lips. "only reason why she is alive is i want her to grow stronger for me to eat...but is that all" she allowed the thought to run through her mind before throwing it out like last weeks garbage. "well I suppose its time for me train my slutty kitty like any good mistress would do" She smoothly yet cruelly mentioned as she used her free left hand to gently tilt her friend's neck so her face could be slightly closer to her own. "how about you fallow my steps" she sweetly mentioned to her fried before slowly getting her lips near her left furry neko ear. "if not your lips will be giving an delicious oral display until i am fully pleased" the succubus threatened before letting an adorable yet sadistic giggle escaped her lips knowing full well Fumiko could not be able to pull off the task well. Gently she turned inward which her front was facing her friend. Subtly and gently she slipped the massive sausage link around the back of Fumiko's neck as her left hand remained to grasp upon the beef product.

Light yet gracefully she began waltz around the neko using the sausage link as an connecting guide. Her eyes remained away of her surroundings as she leaped around previously discarded pans that was abandoned upon the tile floor. Peisinoe's foot steps and placements were light as an feather yet distinct as she was able to place herself at an equal distance between her and fumiko. Making a few brisk side leaps Peisinoe attempted to waltz to the side purposely making the sausage she grasped to poke her friend's cheek. "pity that you may smell like the delicious meat around your neck when the others return" she spoke tauntingly as she continued to dance and waltz around her. "maybe I will banish the opportunity of you from cleaning yourself so the stench can linger potently for their senses" the succubus continued poking more at the girl's will as she directed her friend's body subtly through her waltz.

[Nekomata Minh]

Impeccable Will
Rank: "D" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over their own will power.
Special: ---
Drawback: May Learn at a maximum of 6 times.
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their save against the opponent's Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train it as a regular "D" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points. This technique stacks with other Will saves.
Limit: Universal GenJutsu Technique.
(0/30)
(??/20)

Fumiko's general will was being nicked at yes. It served to increase her mental awareness for stuff Peisinoe says to her. She does not take her words to heart all that much. Not anymore. She was growing to have a stronger will to be able to think of censor words for half-insults half-compliments what Peisinoe is so fond of using towards her. Again not something she is worried about. In fact Peisinoe had harsh as her lessons are, is in fact helping. It was one of the few organized reasons she isn't sending her through walls whenever she touched her weirdly. That isn't a guarantee though, but so far Fumiko hasn't had much reason.

The air got crisper to take in when her neck was tilted, and their faces brought closer. She always hated it when Peis made her nervous like this. Holding on to each second making Fumiko's mind wonder what she was going to do. Fumiko tensed up in her grasp when her lips got closer to the soft fleshy part of her fluffy cat ear making her wince from the warm air hitting it when she spoke her lewd and twisted words. She'd feel Fumiko shiver as a chill when down her spine from that giggle alone. What kind of person does this? Oh right...Peisinoe. Never mind then. Fumiko's claw like nails would dig in a bit to Peis's clothing when she started moving her. She wasn't ready for all of this, let alone knowing what was happening. 

All she could take in was that she found herself facing Peisinoe now, and that dreaded meat thing hooked around the back of her collar. Her hands left at Peisinoe's waist now, she was blushing terribly not wanting to step on Peis' feet, but what was she to do?! Her mind scrambled for an answer. Follow her steps? This was so confusing! Fumiko stumbling, and wobbling as she tried her hardest to keep up with her partner, but this was so off center she didn't know when to step in, or out. Move in which way or not.

She was terrible at this waltzing stuff. Fumiko was worrying big time. She didn't feel like being forced to do...things. Especially if its Peisinoe's things her ideas are not fun and are usually humiliatingly cruel, and not a single thing Peis can do to make Fumiko trust and forgive her enough to stay if she were to do something. Okay...well that is obviously not true. Fumiko is too soft to hold a grudge, but she would be rather upset. Not like Peis cares anyway unfortunately...

Pans would clatter as Fumiko occasionally kicked some with her awful moves. Her hands were somewhat showing her the steps to take as she could feel when Peisinoe's hips swiveled when taking steps. So she tried to follow it, but her coordination to do so wasn't going to help that matter. Fumiko becoming confused at some point from the various leaps, until she found herself suddenly poked by the sausage making her wince, and give a look of embarrassment as her lips and, flatly pressed against it. She could taste Peisinoe on her lips now which made he think of what she could have possibly be doing to have her flavor on here... This was not doing wonders for her willpower anymore.... That is as much as can be said...

Fumiko would be looking at Peisinoe's hips move trying to catch the rhythm while the evil succubus spoke to her. She tried to ignore the comments as she knew Peis was speaking of them on purpose. All in all it wasn't going to end well. Soon she'd finally trip, ending their little dance, but with her mind being so far in the dirt she got scared as she eeped and latched tightly onto Peisinoe, which would most likely send the Succubus down with her. But do to positioning she'd have the pleasure of crashing down on Fumiko's soft body which in turn would make her take most of the impact, most likely getting sandwiched between Peis and the tile floor with a thud. How sad. And to think she hoped she was learning the moves too...

[Madame Loki]

learned Minh

+20 Dex

[Umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh]

20/60

Dancing in the silence in the kitchen with only a few clutter of pans was actually nice. As the neko accidentally bumped into a couple of pans echos of the past ranged through her ears. Indeed, silently gazing upon Fumiko, Peisinoe could smell the embers of an lively flame with the villagers clanking their pans in celebration of the harvest moon. Observing everything regarding her friend's face the succubus genuinely softly smiled as the air felt crisp as she attempted to guide the girl through the waltz. Light rose eyes subtly glanced away as her chest felt oddly heavy as her feet continued to elegantly step as her hips swirled with each fluid movement. "the old harvest fire still smells the same" her mind thought as she remembered the many days she simply twirled around that old nostalgia celebration barnfire. The glistening shine upon the skulls of the animals sacrificed continued to radiate in her memories. Even in those honest days death was always tailing behind life. Thinking more about this her chest continued to painfully tighten up yet it drove her to nudge ever closer to the neko. Being purely driven by this her walzts continued to be elegant yet precise with her footwork.

Noticing the girl's ever increasing embarrassment as the large sausage prodded at her cheek and lips in an very suggestive manner, Peisinoe's breathing slightly became sharper. Slowly an suggestive smirk appeared upon the siren's lips as she wondered how much did her servant enjoy her added flavor. Subtly and slowly the succubus inched closer to the other witch. An small gap only remained between them as the songstress' light rose eyes continued to gaze upon her friend. Although every few moments her chest became tighter forcing her to subtly look away as her mind kept being reminded to the ceremonial camp fires from long ago. Slowly her needy stomach growled in demanding need to be satisfied as her vision slowly became gruesome. Indeed, all around her she could see imaginary bloodstains lining the walls and counters as her nostrils was filled with the fresh scent of mutilated organs. Still despite this corruption the memories of her former life continued to remain as she silently guided the neko through the waltz. "this is wasting my precious time there are many souls to consume....yet" she kept wondering as her hips continued to swirl with the crisp moment.

Although this thinking pattern became drilled as Fumiko failed to keep up with the dance. Momentarily having an surprised expression upon her usual devious demeanor she winced slightly as she landed upon her friend's comfortable vessel. Gazing downward upon her friend as she attempted to return to her usual demeanor, Peisinoe remained silent as her left hand gently grasped the neko's inner thigh as her other hand remained clutched around fumiko's own. In the silence, Fumiko did not look like food instead an actually person...which annoyed and confused her tenfold. A few moments of silence echoed as the large suasage rollled away after being flung due to the fall.

"dominate....DOMINATE....CONTROL..CORRUPT" her sweet memories slightly got pushed away as her years of mental conditioning returned. Letting out an annoyed growl, Peisinoe glared down upon the girl as she knew she failed at fulfilling an command. Slowly the siren's usual cruel and sadistic smile returned upon her face as her nails slowly began to dig into her friend's inner thigh. "useless mortal it seems your hips are only good at being fucked like any other whore" she angelically yet vilely said as she pressed her upper-body up against the other witches own upper-body. Slowly she scooted up getting closer to the girl's neko ear. "we will try once again if you fail I will force my lowly slaves to release their essence all over your vessel" she happily threatening her in an whisper before slowly standing up.

Once she stood up, Peisinoe presented her hand for the girl to latch onto before they could resume the waltz. When that was done, Peisinoe elegantly took a few steps to create distance between herself and her partner. "mirror what i do mortal" she firmly instructed as she used her right free hand to elegantly lift up her nun dress as she side stepped across Fumiko. If the girl mirrored as instructed they would have switched places. "lift your arm" she instructed once again in her usual angelic tone. If this was done then she would have elegantly twirled underneath before positioning her front to be directly facing into her partner's eyes. "as my faithful servant you must be able to present yourself in high-class situations" Peisinoe informed as she continued to guide through the waltz. "after all the most savoriness of meals are brought forth from the most pampered swine" she continued her sadistic smile widening. "indeed, as they kill each other in cold blood as all morals are thrown out to decay such an glorious feast" she mentioned before biting the bottom of her lower lips as her mind thought about the wonderful amount of bloodshed.

[Nekomata Minh]

Impeccable Will
Rank: "D" (Special, See Description)
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has gained mastery over their own will power.
Special: ---
Drawback: May Learn at a maximum of 6 times.
Description: Each time learned the user gains 1 extra point to their save against the opponent's Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 1st 2 times they train it as a regular "D" Rank Jutsu. When the user learns this technique the 2nd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +10 Training Points. When the user learns this technique the 3rd 2 times they train it as a "D" Rank Jutsu +20 Training Points. This technique stacks with other Will saves.
Limit: Universal GenJutsu Technique.
(0/30)
(??/20)

The ordeal was tense. Very tense in fact... Peisinoe's antics were working against Fumiko. In this case it was as if she was putting a hot knife into butter. But gradually, and enjoying it the entire time. Fumiko didn't want to smell like sausage. It was weird, not to forget it wasn't too long that she had bathed. Her nervousness during all of this mostly increased even before the incident. It was when Peisinoe got closer to her. MUCH closer. In all honestly the succubus could probably feel Fumiko get more tense and shy around her. She wasn't used to this at all. With Junko its only natural to love and show mental and physical affection, with Krystal its a fast paced learning curve, but with Peisinoe? She always locks up, and becomes so fragile. Sometimes fearful. 

The small gap left between them, meant Peisinoe could easily hear her shivering breaths as she tried her best to do what she was told. Her worries though were only increasing the more that went further. Sadly that would be where it all ended for the worst. Fumiko making them fall... She winced just as much as Peisinoe when they landed. When she opened her eyes she was frozen completely as they laid there like this. Fumiko would shiver and a faint soundless moan was released. An unintentional tease, that resulted in her being red faced quickly. She didn't even notice the fleeing sausage anymore.

To Fumiko. This moment was honestly pretty sweet. Her heart although racing at an irregular pace felt a bit odd by all of this. Sadly that all came crashing down on her by Peisinoe's reaction. Her glare, and nail digging making her submissive in the act of receiving the scolding. And in the midst of it all, for the first time Peisinoe would get some different emotions out of Fumiko. Non-bubbly ones. Oh no. She was conflicted. Pained. Sad. Devastated, all in one. Probably even more, but just couldn't even begin to explain it. She was called useless. Talked to like she was garbage. Sure being treated like a play toy isn't good, and she slowly began to realize it, but garbage? Trash? Or in this case a useless whore? Fumiko is still a virgin damn it!!

Peisinoe not only would hear her faintly gasp in surprise, but could probably feel the air leave her lungs as her heart plummeted. Fumiko's feeling were hurt, and she knew Peis doesn't care. But...what hurt was she thought Peis liked her. Someone who likes you wouldn't say that would they? Should they? Fumiko didn't know anymore. "B-but I..." She began to protest in a submissive and sad voice. 

She'd whither down to silence as she felt Peisinoe's upper body press down on her. Fumiko's will was too broken and crunched into millions of pieces to even ask her to get off. Her ears already down in a depressing manner, and her magenta eyes, looked to be hydrating by daring tears. But Fumiko held her feeling of wanting to cry back, and wouldn't give the pleasure. No, not now. She was determined Peisinoe different. Even if she was being a real bitch right now, speaking such demeaning taunts into her ear. Fumiko, for a moment didn't feel like getting up she was still in a shattered shock of depression now. But she wold obey completely now. "Yes, Mistress..." Was all she'd say. Still in a soft and distant voice.

She'd take Peisinoe's hand and let herself get up to her feet. Her posture even more soft now as she didn't wish to fail again. Even if she could avoid it the idea of whatever crazy thing Peisinoe's sick mind has visualized for her to go through was no appealing. By no way whatsoever. Fumiko as told, would grab hold of whatever skirt she had to work with. Due to its shortness, lifting it how Peisinoe did would inevitably show Fumiko's white undies again while she mirrored Peisinoe moves. Again once instructed she would lift her arm and let Peis twirl underneath it watching Peisinoe respectfully like the servant she was. She now understood her place. She had been pushing far too hard, and it got her bit by the fishy snake Peis was. Fumiko would still love her though. Their friendly relationship shall grow. Fumiko like said was determined. She would just need to get over the heartache first...

So with this, Fumiko would listen to everything Peisinoe had to say, as she followed her moves. A bit more able to focus now that she wasn't lost in nervousness and entrancement. Now that she wasn't threatened with tearing up Fumiko, would look eye to eye with Peisinoe. Her expressionless face, now had a hint of envy and a bit of enjoyment too. She hated that Peis was so good, and ok with this stuff. She wanted to please her. She really did, but that involved doing things she may not agree with. Fumiko was beginning to question if her holding back was helping her anymore... And Peisinoe 100% would have no problems feeling that. Her seed of bad influence now growing doubt in her lost student. In short this neko of hers may not end up to be as much of a pain as she thinks if this keeps up.

[Madame Loki]

+20 to both

[Umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh]

40/60

As the waltz continued despite being interrupted by the fall, Peisinoe's mind was still mingled with past thoughts. Immediately snapping back into her usual self the succubus spat out her venomous words to her dear friend. Despite these words, the siren could notice the engulfing despair as it rendered the girl's cracking like an fragile mirror. Deviously enjoying this display of emotion "corrupt and break until nothing is left" the instructions lingered in the songstress mind yet gazing upon the neko's face, she continued to be harassed by images of the servants from the past that considered as friends before disposing them like any other cattle. Still with this strong emotional display from her favorite chew toy the flavor was slightly bitter. Peisinoe felt powerful as her threats firmly influenced the other witch to listen her strict instructions elegantly. Silently the pair danced as the siren hummed an soft yet haunting tune as she lifted up her dress with the neko fallowing suite. Light rose eyes continued to gaze upon her partner as the soft air in the kitchen brushed against her exposed left upper thigh. Instinctively the songstress stepped inward to close the gap while using the direction of her forward pose to guide the girl to move to the left. Slowly an wicked smirk portrayed upon the cruel seductress' lips for an few moments before the nostalgic smell of the camp-fire embers entered her mind.

Briefly looking away, Peisinoe pondered of why such bothersome mortal chains continued to appear. She felt powerful and unshakable as she was success of wrapping an stronger being around her finger yet her senses attempted to remind the succubus of times best forgotten. However, as the memories became ever clearer her steps became more elegant and refined as she guided Fumiko through the waltz. When the neko replied like instructed her voice did not sound the same instead it was one from one of her childhood servants. Despite this annoying moral delema her body continued to act on its own accord performing a few swirls while gently nudging the neko to lift up her arm. Gracefully her feet and lustful vessel slide and sliced through the small space while momentary shortening the gap between her and the other witch. Slightly she glanced over to her friend as her ears heard nostalgic laughter only to be welcomed by an face of despair portrayed from the neko. Mentally the songstress kicked herself at foolishly wanting her friend to be the source of laughter despite her sinful hunger for power and control reminding her that she caused the soul severing sadness that lingered. She silently gazed her heart not feeling any sadness only confusion as her memories were joyful yet the only form of happiness her corrupted soul could experience was the happiness taken away from others.

As if the memories themselves were puppet strings, they influenced the siren's body to waltz passionately and intimately with her friend. Peisinoe desired to end their dance yet every time the urge occurred the reacquiring thoughts of the ceremonial campfires invaded her senses. As the moments lingered she continued to strictly guide her partner through the walzts as they stepped over fallen pans which lingered on the floor. "why do i desire to revoke my grasp upon this fool's soul" the succubus irritatingly thought as her own body continued to defy her will. She had this girl under her thumb and stranglehold with fear yet the little once of morality she have not revoked begged to release the hold. It was irrational to forsake something when it was providing numerous benefits. Even if the other was getting emotionally destroyed it did not matter. Although as the logical thoughts continued to attempt to combat the lingering memories, the siren's blasphemous vessel continued to inch closer and tighter as the elegant waltz continued. Nothing was making sense as her cruel mind attempted to force her body to conduct even more cruel things yet her body continued to passionately stay close to the neko instead. Then Peisinoe's mind returned back to the tender moment they had upon that rainy day upon that ship.

Without any control the siren leaped forward her lips brushing against her friend's cheek as her other hand lightly grasped the neko' upper leg. Her flesh shivered at the lack of the other witch's touch upon her hair. Slowly that same memory transferred to the brief tender scene of which a few moments ago she ruined. As if an spell was broken, she ungrasped Fumiko's left hand as she took a few steps to create some distance between her and the other witch. "I have a few divine scryings to conduct don't you dare disturb me until i search for your assistance" the cruel songstress instructed in her usual angelic yet cruel tone as she began to walk back to the main hall. During the travel her eyes were drawn to every mirror as she walked past them. Inside each frame illustrated herself yet their black tears think as tar running from her lifeless optics as she danced the same waltz in the frame. At first the image was an simple silhouette yet as she passed each mirror each waltz pose clearly defined, the grotesque image continued to approach as if desiring to leap from the glass. Upon the last glass frame the eerie face was glaring upon the siren as the black tar continued flow out from their dead eye sockets. Without any hesitation, the succubus grasped the mirror before tossing it to the ground as she let out an annoyed growl.

An loud shatter of glass echoed through the main hall as Peisinoe gazed downward at the shards onto to see the same image gazing at her splintered across the glass remains. Bending downward as her light rose eyes avoided to look at the glass shards, she lifted up the entrance to the lower floors of the coven headquarters. Gently the calming glow from the train of lit candles glistened upon her flesh. Slowly Peisinoe continued to deeper into the basement as distant painful yells from tortured prisoners echoed throughout the damned lower floors of the building. Walking deeper into the engulfing abyss, an confidant yet sadistic smirk widened upon her lips as this hell was paradise to her.

[Nekomata Minh]

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Well in a totally daunting, and odd way this was nice. Despite the flared temper from the siren Fumiko could dig through it, and find something enjoyable. Slowly filling the hole Peisinoe dug and is trying to replace with who knows what. It is honestly a mystery how Fumiko finds the ability to stick with this woman. She was awful. But she finds a reason. In any given situation Peisinoe would abandon her. If she had the ability to she'd see to it that Fumiko was locked in a cage with the most vile, and mentally unsound thing around to defile Fumiko's purity, just for enjoyment. In any given moment she'd have her do so many wrong deeds all at once she'd be horrified to even breath the same air. And the worst part is. Fumiko wouldn't say anything out of fear. 

But yet... Sometimes realizing this. She still follows. There is no question now, why it is Peisinoe gets so frustrated when trying to break that core of hers. She scratched it just now. But insults like that will simply shatter themselves at some point as she won't care to listen. Fumiko is very troublesome, and can be a deep thorn to the rear, for this succubus most likely. However her constant will to follow goes for something. Her will was determined.

Deep down though. She wasn't aware she was stronger than this witch. What happened on the boat had sunk deep enough to have her fearful. And so far she has hidden that fear. But just as much as she has grown love for the succubus, she is also afraid of her. Afraid of what she might do. What she COULD do. It freaked her out at night, and plagued her in nightmares. Of course Peis hinted towards it not know this. But in a way. Fumiko wanted to be broken. She did. Its entirely her choice.

Fumiko wanted to be broken because she didn't like the protective layer cast over her. She wanted to be her own person. But she is afraid to trust that whatever she is rebuilt to. Will truly help. She hasn't found that yet. Not in Peisinoe. She was getting there. At the door waiting to be taken be any source willing to break her protective layer, whether it be Junko, Krystal, Loki, Peis, or some average joe. It was cracking and on the inside Fumiko was going insane if it wasn't broken soon. She needed to be saved. But by who? Who would reach her first? That was the question.

Her will was rebuilding to be stronger again. She'd follow move after move and would do as Peisinoe said. Not resisting her orders. It might have been hard to swallow for others, but Peisinoe's method was working. And in all honesty it was brought upon others that it is. Fumiko was left alone. And there was only one person who could reach her at the time, and nobody powerful is around to stop her... So in that regard as they waltz Fumiko was obedient, and respectful. Anything less was punishable as she now knows. She listens. Just doesn't get things at first. And so as Peisinoe would twirl she raised her arm gently to allow her to do so without hindrance.

But all in all Fumiko was confused by the sudden passion. It was annoying her to be honest. One minute she is trying to seduce and tease her, and getting angry when she failed to dance, and now all of a sudden she is passionate? What the hell? Fumiko was getting frustrated on what she should even do in this situation. What was the benefit of going through this crap? Fumiko honestly began to question it. She only stared into her eyes with a questioning and saddenled look as she kept getting closer. And then out of know where Peisinoe moved into her.

Fumiko was completely off guard as she felt Peis's lip graze the smooth skin of her cheek, while her leg felt her hand grasp it. She'd gasp in fear she was doing something, and tensed up. Shutting her eyes momentarily before slowly opening them. Staring back confused. What was all of that? Then distance was made before she spoke. And then in a flash she was left watching her mistress stroll back down the hall. "Mistress Peisinoe?..." She'd say under her breath. Nearly motioning to reach out, her fingers almost touching the hair that whipped back from the wind. But she missed. And due to this Peis was disappearing behind closed doors.

She'd chase, but she didn't have the courage. She was made aware that Peisinoe had chambers...but she didn't wish to go down there. That place the scariest thing to her. Nothing frightened her more other the the idea of seeing Junko dead before her. But other than that? That basement takes the cake. So Fumiko would just let it all fall away, and simply went back to her room to lay on the bed. She'd be thinking for a while in there. Wondering what is it that she wanted. And how willing was she to get it? Really? Was she in any position to chase her own dreams? Cause she wasn't sure anymore..

[Madame Loki]

Learned both of you.

[Umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh]

Actor’s Mask
Rank: D
Skill: Supplementary Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates a balance state.
Special: Vocal Symphony Knowledge
Drawback: Takes a full post to take effect.
Description: By chanting a mantra to themselves the bard clears their mind and buries conscious and subconscious thoughts far below the surface. During this time the emotions and alignment of the bard cannot be read by any means. This skill lasts for the entirety of the thread unless the bard chooses to dispel it.
Limit: Art of the Bard. 'Singing'.

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Calmly the fires from the lit candles flickered in the chilling darkness of the lower levels of the coven headquarters. Light rose eyes remained looking onward as she slowly took off her nun outfit so her divine flesh could be welcomed to the corrupting abyss that dwelled with her. Peisinoe's long midnight black purple tented locks danced in the faint cool and crisp air as she advanced onward. Thinking of the moments that recently occurred she halted for an brief moment as the ghastly figure remained taunting her thoughts. Slightly her jaw clutched as she let out an faint growl in annoyance knowing that her worry of such an trivial matter was an fatal sign of weakness. "an goddess cannot show such feeble shackles in-front of her cattle" her mind thought as her demeanor remained to appear calm yet her corrupted heart struggled. Briefly glancing around she searched for any of the servants, making she was alone for a few moments. Relaxing her throat the siren began to hum an slow yet sad tune as the eerie silence was shushed by an tune of abandonment.

"the laaamb went to the river as the day was well plaaayed" the succubus began to softly sing as she slowly ventured deeper into the engulfing abyss. "a driink from the river of life its moortal shell was sheeed" she continued her chakra system being tampered with her notes. "flesh rotted off the bone as the maggots came to fruitiooon" she continued to weave her words with chakra as the tune remained sad yet soothing. "the poor lamb yelled in sarrow as there was no tomorrow" her voice remained strong yet smooth as the bothersome worries from earlier began to be repressed back into her vile soul. "o as the maggots grow the lamb continued to drink from the river of life yet to only to lose it all from its despeeeeeration" she finished the main lyrics of the song as more chakra was pumped into them.

Slowly Peisinoe traveled downward only letting out a few hums and moans to escape her lips. The distant pa infilled screams from the tortured slaves in the other rooms added an nice duo as she continued to fill the candle light stone lobby with her song. Walking past one of the grand mirrors, she noticed the same ghastly figure from before however it was covering its eyes as if it was crying. Disgusted with this image the siren continued to weave even more chakra into her hums and moans. During this her heart continued to twist and turn before eventually it returned to its normal corrupted state. Indeed, the reminiscent mark of death remained cooling to the songstress' heart as the environment welcomed it well.

Walking deeper into her lovely realm of corruption and pleasure, the siren walked past the very phallic statues. she briefly glanced at them her mind remember the corpse that were usually tied to them. Indeed, upon them still remained flesh blood which dripped down their mature imagery. Continuing the song, she walked past even more torturing devises each with remnants of flesh still hanging off of them. The siren's chakra continued to flow throughout her vessel driving away any of her feeble moral shackles. This was her heaven despite it being hell for many who were unfortunately to be placed here. Sitting in an throne made out of bones and tanned skin she watched as her slaves prepared another prisoner for another session of pain and pleasure.

[Nekomata Minh]

Detect Guilt
Rank: "D"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User senses the presence of guilt in the target creature.B
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: This Jutsu in no way reveals why the target feels guilty, only that it does. This Jutsu has a range of 7 meters plus 6 meters per Class Level. Target is 1 Creature per Class Level. Duration is Concentration, up to 5 rounds per Class Level. The level of guilt a creature feels has little to do with whatever act causes the creature's guilty feelings. A serial killer might feel no guilt for the brutal murders they commit, for example, while a maid might feel strong guilt about forgetting to mop the kitchen floor. Good creatures typically feel greater amounts of guilt than neutral creatures, who in turn usually feel more guilt than evil creatures. These generalizations cannot guarantee how a creature reacts to its own actions, but they give a general guideline. Aura Power Faint: Has occasional pangs of guilt. Aura Power Moderate: Stomach-churning guilt; worries about what happened. Aura Power Strong: Loses sleep over what happened obsesses about it. Aura Power Overwhelming: Wants to take rash actions to avoid feeling the guilt.
Limit: Must be a Sensor Specialist.
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Fumiko laid in her bed, with a mindful of mush. Dramatic mush at that. She had no idea what to feel, other than guilty. Why was she like this? Why can't Peisinoe simply accept her? Why can't she take that step forward, and just do the things she is told? What stops her? Fear? Fear of what? She is has lived in the confinements of her residence, and strict watch from her brother and father for years. Now that she is free. She forgot her hopes and dreams right away. Now she finds herself in a coven, where people look up to her, but she can never help them and meet their expectations without soon meeting their disappointment. Fumiko felt sad now. She was a beautiful person, but never uses it when she can. Junko has learned how a long time ago, and is perfectly fine. Yet. She has pushed that stuff away for so long...

Her chakra signature burned for knowledge more than ever, but with the defect of being terribly cold. Anyone who could sense it, would easily feel that cold sensation through their body as if it was taunting them to shiver, and squirm in discomfort. Fumiko's heart ached now. She needed a mental pacifier to calm her nerves. Nothing worked though. Her chakra could sense her own feeling of guilt. She felt, like it was her fault, Peisinoe had snapped at her. She wanted to apologize...but she was ordered not to follow. She was also ordered to obey orders. But nine times out of ten the more impractical the orders become the more she breaks away. She felt as if she was becoming a bad friend. Peisinoe even though she s cruel, and rude sometimes. Is trying to help her. Which is a good thing. She is only trying to help her unleash what she already has right?

Fumiko began to think about this. Rolling over on the bed, as her mind teased her constantly. The neko single-handedly confusing herself why finding a reason to believe she should even press on. That alone was a calling card. She eventually sat up, then slipped off of the bed. Her small feet gracefully sinking into the carpet, protected from any hidden particles via the stockings she wore. Her long legs, carried her in a hesitated manner, as she walked over to the mirror. Looking over herself. Who was she? The guilt in her heart told her she was a bad person, for not taking advantage for opportunities.

The person she was looking at didn't express that at all though. Such a lost...distant face. She forgot that is what she looked like most of the time. Nearly all of her emotions are displayed in her mind, as her facial expressions are near non-existent. Who is this young catwoman staring at her then? Her ears flopping down as she felt a bit saddened. Such an attractive visual, but isn't graced by anything other than misery. She isn't the whore that Peisinoe called her, as she has never even experienced much beyond sensual touching and kissing. And its always with the same person. Her sister is always great stress relief, when she feels lonely she just doesn't tell her. However her beloved sister isn't here. Peisinoe is. But that succubus just pushed her away. Which if that is the case, then what is her use here then? Her chakra burned very lowly with all of this self-guilt beating against its will to burn. Not Fumiko's happiest moment by far honestly...

[Skulking Shinzu]

Umbrella +10 TP. Learned.

Minh +10 TP. Learned.

[Umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh]

Jigoku no Mimi (Hells ears)
Rank: "D"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: With this technique the Bard is capable of pinpointing the location of a noise within a small area.
Special: ---
Drawback: Cannot be used to hear techniques that silent the user's movement. Must be trained multiple times.
Description: Bards are around sounds constantly and all their training in the musical arts hones their hearing. They are capable of further training their ability to hear to allow them to listen and precisely pinpoint the location a sound is coming from as long as it is within ten meters of themselves. They can continue to train their ability to pinpoint the location of a sound to increase the distance it can be pinpointed from by ten meters each time, capping off at fifty meters.
Limit: Art of the Bard

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Sitting in the dark and damp cavern which was the lobby to Peisinoe's torture rooms, she continued to sit in her throne of bones. Her light rose eyes glowed in sinister delight as her servants began to drag an older gentlemen into the room. Gazing upon the next victim the siren slowly licked her lips as she noticed the fresh tear stains that were upon his face as her eyes picked up the male's faint whimpering. She slowly took in an deep inhale as her senses picked up the faint scent of death that lingered in the room. Silently her ears focused upon he shallow steps of the individual as he was still too weak to really put any pressure upon his legs. Although that was understandable considering the devious succubus ordered her slave's to use him for their own personal relief. She cruelly chuckled knowing that her slaves were nothing but trash yet she allowed them to fuck this prisoner like nothing more than an toy. She continued to focus upon the prisoner as her slaves began to shackle him to the floor while she savored the sweet sounds of falling tears. Slightly the siren's gaze shifted off to the side as her image slightly reflected off the small moldering pound beside her cruel throne. The grotesque image of herself started back as more of her image continued to decay. "foolish imbecile crippling under some cruel words" she thought as her mind thought back to the despair that lingered upon Fumiko's face after the siren snapped at her. Thinking about that scene her decaying heart pulsed slightly bringing forth an irritating growl. "she needs to learn despair and how to inflict it upon others" she continued to thought about what to do.

"i just want to see my sweet daughter again" the old man whispered which made Peisinoe's left ear twitch. Despite Fumiko's foolish innocence the prisoner's whimpering request brought forth an excellent yet very cruel idea. "i miss the days we fed the pigs" the prisoner continued to whimper in an shallow tone as his tears continued to pour down his face. Hearing this the cruel idea became even clearer which twisted the succubus devious grin into an deranged smirk. Standing up she began to walk back up the stars yet halted halfway. "o my filthy slaves if you do not wish to be dinner fuck our prisoner to your heart's content if your scent is not upon him you shall be killed as well" she threatened in her usual angelic yet cruel tone. Responding to this the slaves began to freak out slightly before doing what they were told which the disgusting noises began to echo in the hellish chamber as their mistress resumed her departure back to the upper surface.

Heading onward the siren headed towards the twin's living chambers. She slowly reached her hand to the door handle yet halted as her ears picked up the faint sniffling from Fumiko on the other side. Tapping her chin, the sedistic succubus thought of what to do to lure the neko to do her bidding. "oooo Fumiko are you theeere" she began to sing an sweet melody before knocking on the door a couple of times. "Do you want to saave an pig come on you can shiiine" Peisinoe continued to sing her tone majestic as she perfectly sang the notes. "the creature never got to play do you instead want to betraaaaay" she continued as she gently leaned against the door. "you could be best friends with the pig just come out and play" her tone remained soft and smooth before she knocked on the door again. "so do you want to make an frieend unless you want to stay" she finished her little melody. Silently she Continued to lean against the door as her cruel smiled remained. Peisinoe awaited to see if her friend was eager to save an pig in distress yet in reality punishing an prisoner.

Her ears remained focused on the surrounding taking in the slight sounds of shuffling from the other room. the siren attempted to pick up the distant footsteps of servants doing their usual tasks. Although her main focus was the sounds that her friend would emit as her song were heard. Thinking of the punishment that was already occurring downstairs Peisinoe blushed knowing that an good flesh tearing whip session would be orgasmic. If Fumiko was tricked into doing the task then it would be full moon howling pleasure as it would be an innocent girl whipping an feeble old man to death. Gently biting her lower lips the cruel songstress awaited for Fumiko's reaction to the offered lie.

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Singing
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A skill that turns a character into an accomplished singer.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Character with this skill is an accomplished singer and can use this ability to entertain others and perhaps earn a small living. No skill check is required to sing in most circumstances. The character can also create choral works on a successful skill check. Use Musical Instrument Task Skills to see what a user can do and the difficulty checks as Musical Instrument Task Skills are similar to Singing. Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---
125 SP

[Nekomata Minh]

All luck goes to Fumiko for not being keen on makeup when she had started her waterworks. No amount of shame is worth dirtying one's face with ruined makeup. The most she ever wears is lip gloss. Which is all she is allowed to wear anyway. Back the the real point though. Through the time that she was in fact sobbing, it provided some time for her to release pent up sadness. Enough to leave her open for nearly any way to heal. Nothing except hurt feelings, and regret. Filling in the senses seeping underneath the door which would in turn give Peisinoe something to taste on.

The footsteps leading up to her door made her heart heavy. Her fluffy catears sinking further against her head to try to drown out the sound of Peisinoe. Someone she didn't want to face at a time like this. Sadly the siren's singing is something Fumiko couldn't avoid. Her ears slowly peeling themselves from out of her raven black hair, and listenin to her tune. Sinking right into her mental space, filling her mind with lies and false truths. Making her feel as if she has something to come back to. To better herself. Although she could careless about the pig. She didn't really like the way they looked, she didn't want to be a further burden. The growing anguish had a slight hint of...hope in it. As Fumiko as usual was easily drawn to the thought of helping Peisinoe like her as the succubus predicted.

With Peisinoe's observation she would be able to hear Fumiko's soft body turning on the bed. Slowly. Hesitating. Until she would finally hear the soft, depressed shuffling of small stocking covered feet on the carpet. Getting closer, and closer until the lock turned. Then the knob. With a small push the door, would open silently, and a dull magenta iris would peek through the gap, looking directly at the being it was afraid of seeing.

"I...suppose I could help...is it will make you forgive me..." Fumiko consented very softly. Still obviously hurt. But Peisinoe from the senses she could feed from Fumiko should be able to realize that she had sunk a few hooks into her will, able to tug and pull her rather easily in means of keeping her heart drawn to Peisinoe's presence. A truely loyal servant that could be tuned to do her every bidding. All it takes is the right push...

With hesitation Fumiko would push the door open a bit more. Gently slipping her body through, which includes her large bust which would provide some difficulty at first. Her outfit still hugging her body as before. But her demeanor would be even more submissive now. Emitting saddness and a need to be loved in some kind of way. She wouldn't help, but move near Peisinoe. Her cat ears flopped lowly. She didn't have the pride to look at her eye to eye anymore...

[Skulking Shinzu]

Umbrella +10 TP. Learned!

[Umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh]

Words were easily an craft to bring hope upon others yet that same hope could easily be twisted into an cruel weight and crude hook. As the siren spoke her false words her lips continued to twist even more as her ears picked up the silent shuffles of her delicious neko upon the other side of the door. Peisinoe thought of the tears that were probably still stained upon the girl's face as some of her tears probably landed upon her attractive bust. Thinking of the neko's own tears landing upon her breast brought forth an radiating heat from deep within the songstress' loins. Bitting upon her lower lips the sexual sadist moaned at awaiting to taste the girl's salty tears. Although that would have to await for when she decided to award her friend. Hearing the girl start to appraoch the door, the succubus giggled knowing that her song worked like usual.

Light rose eyes gazed upon the adorable face of the neko as she shyly peeked from out the cracked open door. Peisinoe noted her friend's tilted downward fluffy cat ears and the tear stains that lingered upon the girl's face. Without saying another word for a few moments the cruel songstress gave her friend an angelic yet corrupted genlte smile. "adorable only needs more fluids upon her face along with an euphoric smile" she happily thought as she listened to the girl's words. Hearing that her personal servant was asking to be forgiven, she gave an adorable yet spine chilling giggle as she slowly leaned closer to the neko. "that depends mortal on how much are you willing to sacrifice to be forgiven by your mistress" she smoothly whispered into her friend's ear. "will you burn orphans on an roasting flame just to hear me moan or will you betray your love ones just for my tongue to slither upon your intimate folds" she questioned in an seductive tone before slowly licking Fumiko's neck. "just imagine my vessel soaking with anticipation while being under your will if you sacrificed your village before bathing yourself in their blood" Peisinoe coeed even more allowing her hot breath to tickle against her friend's neck before allowing her vessel to grind up against the other witch while firmly grabbing the girl bubbly yet firm rear.

"until then you shall be awarded if you can complete a few tasks as your mistress is gracious to ignore your previous failings for now" she angelically threatened before landing an soft and gentle kiss upon Fumiko's neck.Humming an delightful tune she began to guide her friend to the main lobby by the hand. Once the entrance to the lower floor was reach, she opened up the latch which the two was greeted with an pugnant stench of blood and sexual musk. "this is my paradise only agony and pleasure lingers below even your soul will be joined with us in due time" Peisinoe angelically yet sadistically coeed as her free hand tauntingly traced against the neko's left inner thigh before beginning to lead the girl down into the awaiting abyss down below. AS they walked down the dimly lit stone staircase the sounds of tearing flesh and mournful yells ecstasy echoed throughout the hellish environment. If the neko looked down she could see an small canal of water flowing yet chunks of flesh could be seen floating along the surface as an cruel reminder that death lingered for many who were condemned to this hellish location.