Forge of Flawless Devotion - 2

Look, the bunny is back! Seriously, stop feeding the bunny. You're going to unleash the beast.

The water was calm on the surface, not giving him a single hint of what could be going on at the mainland. Hajime was suppose to be back five days ago at the latest, but it had stretched into a whole week and he still wasn't back yet.

Something had to be going on in town to extend a simple trip like this. He just didn't know what it could be. It took a little less than half a day to get to the mainland's shore, but Fuyuhiko couldn't just leave and go look for Hajime. Partially because Hajime had taken the only working ship in their 'harbor.' If you could call one wood dock a harbor.

Fuyuhiko looked out to the ocean again, picking up the binoculars to see even further; but there was still nothing. Not that he had expected to see Hajime's boat out on the ripples at this point. He really couldn't delay it any longer. The Fourteenth Division of Future Foundation would have to hear about this. Though, Hajime was usually the one to call Naegi, telling him repeatedly that no progress had been made.

This time Fuyuhiko would have to do it, tell them about the progress of opening one of the pods, and he believed Ibuki was close to waking up - a headache he wasn't looking forward too. The only thing was that Hajime's disappearance would be added into that report, turning all that progress they made sour.

He had hoped he wouldn't have to, that Hajime would be back by now; but when did things ever work out for them? Peko was still...

Fuyuhiko shook his head. No. He had a job right now. If things had gotten bad on the mainland then Hajime needed backup. There had been no storm the last few days that could have otherwise impeded his journey. It was the last remaining factor that could have caused Hajime to not be here right now; the only cause could be raiders, Monokuma machines, or some other despair inducing group running amok through the town.

He couldn't wait any longer. Or pretend like everything was fine when the others asked him if he had seen a ship or not. Especially after Hajime's time away had surpassed the usual limit. They weren't believing him anymore and he had to do something so they stopped worrying and focused on their goal here.

Maybe... maybe he should have gone with Hajime; maybe if any of them ever went with him this never would have happened. But Hajime had always insisted he went alone since Souda had repaired that boat in a mad dash when they first needed more supplies to continue their work here.

From the sounds of metal and an occasional grunt - curse - Souda was still trying to make another boat operational. Part of the problem being that he was having trouble finding the parts required to fix it; or replace parts that were no longer operational. Souda had only begun this at the end of the fifth day.

Fuyuhiko was sure it had to do with worry rather than not trusting Hajime's abilities. Which wasn't something Hajime talked about very often, waking up from a simulation and finding that you had managed to hold onto your past self was one thing. Fuyuhiko couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like to wake up and find that you could do pretty much anything with little effort; but he imagined it had been disorienting.

In that first month after they had all woken up he would come across Hajime doing something, tinkering with a machine much like Souda, or just anything else he hadn't thought he was capable of. Whenever he had asked Hajime what he was doing or how he was doing it Hajime had gotten a glazed look over his eyes, saying he just knew. It was that talent Izuru had possessed that allowed Hajime to do so much without even thinking about it.

Fuyuhiko knew that, but he had still come to believe - just like the others - that Hajime could take care of himself. It was the image he had been putting off since coming out of the pod. One none of them should have indulged in so much. Hajime was still only a person, it was probably a mistake to wait so long; but he had just wanted to believe that Hajime was okay. That he would be here soon if he just gave him another day.

But now Sonia was actively trying to wake Mikan, believing - with no proof, but plenty of concern - that Hajime was injured and would need medical attention when he got back. It made him wonder if that was true, it would explain why he wasn't here. Even if Hajime happened to have the knowledge to take care of injuries it was possible he couldn't because of where it was or if it was particularly bad.

So he really should stop staring at the horizon, hoping everything was fine when it clearly wasn't.

With a sigh Fuyuhiko got up, walking down the wood dock to where he could more clearly hear Souda working on that damned boat. "Could use a welder to close up this damn hole faster. Need more aluminium for this, the hole is too big. Fucking raiders..."

It would be easier if the Fourteenth Division of Future Foundation just lent them a boat to go and look for Hajime themselves, but they couldn't exactly leave the others here in those pods. He just hoped they would come quickly and get the desired results so no one was continuously becoming stressed from the situation.

"Uh, Souda. Could you come with me? I want to call Naegi and see if we can get some assistance here."

Souda stopped in his ramblings to himself, jerking up so fast he hit his head on the hull of the ship."D'ow." Now that he thought about it Fuyuhiko realized Souda ended up doing that almost every time someone walked up to him while he was fiddling with anything mechanical. He really got wrapped up into his work constantly. "Yeah, sure thing." Souda only ran his hand over his head once before getting up. Judging by how fast he dropped his current task Fuyuhiko had the suspicion that Souda had been waiting for him to approach him about contacting Naegi.

When had he been tagged with the responsibility of leader? Or was it just because of his yakuza status? Oh well, if it's what the others needed he would do it.

Fuyuhiko gave a nod of his head before walking to the main facility, going through the door with Souda close behind. The only person in the lobby was Gundam, not something he thought was a particularly good idea; but he knew Sonia would come out and check on him at least once every hour while she was in the pod room. It sounded like Akane was in there as well, though, he didn't know if she was helping with waking up Ibuki or Mikan at the moment. Due to the circumstances he would guess the latter.

Gundam seemed wrapped up in a book that no doubt had something to do with helping his pet Maga-Z get better. The little creature hadn't gotten worse, actually it seemed to have been getting better when Sonia was focused on finding books in the library to help her understand what to do to help the hamster. But now that she was focused on Mikan it was just Gundam looking through the books and taking care of his pet. The still full plate next to him stood out though, but Fuyuhiko didn't have the time to force feed Gundam.

He supposed once he was done with this call that he could take Sonia's place in the pod room and have her watch over Gundam instead. With things as they were they were stretched thin. He really hoped Mikan and Ibuki didn't wake up around the same time, especially since Hajime suggested awhile back that if Mikan ever woke up that they had two pairs of eyes on her at all times. They would have a difficult time keeping an eye on three despair-induced friends, though they did have the exact number of people to deal with it; if it came to that.

It would be helpful if luck was on there side for once.

"How long will it take to get the connection up?" he asked Souda while walking down the other hallway.

"About a minute. The last time Hajime contacted Naegi they said they were staying in the same area for awhile. So I shouldn't have to make any adjustments."

Upon entering the room they used to contact the Fourteenth Division Fuyuhiko stepped to the side, watching as Souda fiddled with the machine for a bit, getting it powered up and securing a connection. Then Souda was standing next to the door of the room and Fuyuhiko stepped forward so he was in view of the camera. "Hello?"

The screen that was suppose to show the Fourteenth Division only held static for a few more seconds before Naegi showed up in it's center. "You're early Ha-Fuyuhiko? Is something wrong?"

Of course Naegi would notice something out of the ordinary immediately. Right, bad news first then. "Hajime hasn't come back from the mainland. It's been seven days and we have no way of going to see if anything has happened in town. Plus Gundam woke up from his pod and it looks like Ibuki might be waking up soon as well. Sonia and Akane are trying to wake Mikan in the case that Hajime is injured. So even if Souda manages to get the other boat running I doubt we'll be able to go and look for Hajime ourselves. Would you be able to spare someone to look for him for us? It would help with morale here."

"Yeah. Of course. How long has he been out there?"

"Seven days." Fuyuhiko replied, glancing to Souda for a moment before continuing, "I wanted to give him extra time to come here in case it wasn't anything serious, but with how much time has passed I don't think we can afford to just wait any longer."

"Right. I'll send out a group from our division to take care of the situation. If they find anything pointing to Hajime you'll get the news right after me. Just turn on your communications around five so I can give you any updates. And give the group at-least a day to get to the town and start the investigations. I'm pretty sure we have a group close by."

"Got it. Thank you." He could hear Souda writing the schedule on a black board in the room, clearing a section for where he guessed would be where any updates would be noted.

"Besides that situation you sounded like you were making good progress with the remaining members of Ultimate Despair. You might have another two joining you soon, right? I would offer help there, but-" But most of Future Foundation wanted to see the members of Ultimate Despair dead, and someone might try to get to those pods through Naegi and the other members of the Fourteenth Division.

"It's fine. We'll keep everything working here. I'll talk to you again in two days." Fuyuhiko stepped out from the range of the camera then, heading out the door as Souda got to work severing the connection and shutting those machines off. He hoped they would get news about Hajime in that next chat. Even if he was injured he would prefer to have him back here as soon as possible.

For now he needed to let the others know what was going on.

~ H ~

Hajime gave a soft tug on the chains around his wrists, the ones that were currently above his head; that he had squished between the mattress and a pillow - the only object in the room that wasn't nailed to the floor in some way. It wasn't very comfortable, sleeping like this, with his arms extended over the edge of the bed, but Junko clearly wasn't going to make a mistake and allow him to get away.

That's why his wrists hurt from just the slightest of movement. The metal had been digging into his skin from at least one angle constantly; there was no way to keep it completely off his skin, and it had been like this for days. Junko had taken the metal cuffs off his ankles, but the ones on his wrists had been constant. She had brought in this bed rather than move him to wherever it was located before.

She wasn't going to make a mistake; he couldn't just hope that it would happen. Junko had already made her intentions clear. He doubted she would ever remove the cuffs from his wrists, the chain from the wall, while he wasn't consumed with despair.

Not that she stopped trying after the first day. Even if she had left him alone for the majority of the next day, only ever placing food on the ground in front of him, saying she didn't intend for him to starve. Just that had been nearly insufferable. At the very least she could have given him a paper plate. He could understand throwing a metal tray at her, but a paper plate? Just so he didn't have to eat off the ground... and eventually he did. The day after that, when his body had decided enough was enough. That denying himself the privilege to eat was stupid, that he needed his strength to get out of here.

He had been surprised when she didn't laugh upon walking in to see him bent over on his knees, stretching his upper body forward, arms twisted behind his back because of those damn cuffs. His tongue scraping up the crumbs from the floor after eating all of it.

Of course, she hadn't had to laugh. It was humiliating enough when she wasn't there, and her presence only made that feeling intensify.

No, she hadn't said a word to him that day. But he had screamed in outrage, pulled on those chains as hard as he could when her hand rested on his head, ruffling his hair as if she was petting a dog.

He had thought she would continue to treat him as such, but the next day she had given him specific instructions, promising a reward if he did as she said. Hajime still felt his body tremble at the memory of following those very instructions. He just couldn't find a way to get out though, and there had been nothing to gain by telling her to screw off. It's not like she had told him to do something he had never done before, in private that is.

Except that time there was another person in the room with him - Junko - practically studying the movements of his hand, listening to each moan, each whimper that fell from his lips as he pleasured himself. Of course she pushed him, just like that first day; but it wasn't her bringing that mixture of pleasure and pain then, that eventually dissolved into just pain, really. Sure, his penis may have been hard, but the sensations were too overwhelming for him to derive any pleasure from it.

When he couldn't force himself to do it any longer she had left the room, coming back with that bed; pieces of it anyway. He had watched from the floor as she put it together, nailing the legs down into a wood board that she had applied some substance on, so that it was stuck to the floor itself. She certainly hadn't forgotten that he was stronger than the average person - by quite a bit - or she wouldn't have bothered will all the precautions.

Just the metal of the chains still secured to his body were stronger than what one would usually expect. There was no chance of him breaking it. Just like there was no chance of him moving the bed beneath the single window in the room. He was sure he could reach it then, look out and see exactly where in the city he was. Maybe even break the glass if the chains were long enough for his hands to reach it. But that just wasn't going to happen.

She wasn't going to let him go, she would continue to treat him as if he were a wild caged animal; as if she could tame him. As if she could control him, again.

He wasn't going to give her what she wanted though, he was going to get out of here. Even if it meant he had to do everything she asked of him, live with being treated like an animal.

Maybe she would give him a bowl in a few days. It was a stupid thing to be concerned about, but it made his skin crawl at the fact that he would be eating from the ground again whenever Junko chose to enter his room. She had actually dropped off one of those dental bones for dogs earlier today, not leaving the room until he had forced himself to chew on it for a good ten minutes. That had seemed to satisfy her enough to actually leave, and he had climbed onto the bed as best he could when the door was closed once again.

He wished he knew what she was playing at this time. She had mentioned giving him another treat a few days ago, if - and only if - he was good. Kami, he wished he could wring her neck in his hands, but she would never get close enough for that; not when his arms would be able to reach in front of him anyway.

She had taunted him just the other day, reaching her own hands out so the tips of her fingers pressed against his lips. There had been enough room for him to just lean forward and bite them off, but he hadn't moved. Not even when she offered up the underside of her wrist. He had extended his tongue to feel the beat of her heart, calm; so sure that he wouldn't bite her. Just tear open her major artery and watch her bleed out onto the floor.

It had been a game of hers: predetermined, with a set path. He was positive that if he had bitten her he would have suffered for it and she would be alive anyway. This wasn't like those killing school games, with fair rules - as unfair as they seemed at a glance. She hadn't given an option that would allow her to lose.

Each time he had refused to bite her she had smiled, and he had lost another round of the game. He knew that, he understood what she was doing then. She gave him the option to release himself from this torment - or rather a brief form of revenge - to show that she could control him. He knew he was admitting defeat the first time he hadn't sunk his teeth into her flesh. Hajime might have even been able to tug her hand closer, so he could bite in further, meet bone and feel it crack beneath his teeth.

He didn't doubt that he was capable of doing just that, but he hadn't been able to bite her even knowing this. Even if it meant he was giving her proof that she could control him; at the very least that he wouldn't strike for such a low blow. That's part of what he was trying to do anyway. Make her think she had control of him so he could get out of these binds and out of here. He wasn't foolish enough to take her on, not like this. She had the upper hand.

She could do something so simple, so ordinary that in any other circumstance no one would bat an eyelash; but now, with him. He would snap, snarl and howl at her while she looked on with a grin.

This was a very dangerous game to be playing with her. He knew that - more than anyone else, he was sure. But it was the only way he could play it without the possibility of losing himself completely.

He was already constantly having to push away the thoughts that attempted to consume whenever she left him alone for an extended period of time. Perhaps she had hoped to break him in those first few days through that method.

The idea that she could have been telling the truth or lying, it didn't matter, as long as he didn't look back into those memories of Izuru - as Izuru - he wouldn't know the truth. If he had really betrayed her, if he had really put his friends though hell. He already blamed himself for them being in a coma.

There was no evidence to dispute that he had been the one to let the A.I. into the system, letting an artificial Junko run free in a program that would have reverted all of them to their former selves. Before despair was the only thing they knew. He shouldn't have done it in the first place; if she had won that game the Fourteenth Division might very well have been destroyed. Not like he would have been able to stop himself; he had chosen to push those memories back into his mind. Every single one related to Ultimate Despair so there was no chance he would fall back to that pattern.

He had to wonder just what his goal could have been if she had spoken the truth. Was he suppose to be the only one to survive the game to that end? Or had Izuru expected to fall into a coma himself? He had survived the first killing school game, perhaps he trusted that he would survive that one as well. Which was insane. But the idea that he would do anything Junko had suggested to him that first day was in itself insane, and it's not like he would have been in a great mental condition in the first place.

None of them had been. They had all been members of Ultimate Despair. Izuru wouldn't have known them as anything else - a small comfort for Hajime. The fact that they wouldn't have been friends when he had - maybe - betrayed them in such a way.

They wouldn't have deserved that if... if. He had to keep reminding himself. This was all theoretical, he had no intention of checking for himself if Junko had lied or not. It could be what she wanted, for him to plunge himself back into despair just to find the answer, in the hope that it wasn't true. Or she could just be tormenting him with the suggestion.

There was just no way to now the truth and it wasn't worth the risk. If it happened to be true his guilt would only increase. Who knows? Maybe it would crush him beneath the weight. Then there would be no one to warn the world about Junko. Too much risk and no reward; he should just stop thinking about it.

Hajime cleared his mind and took in a breath. Breathe in. He forced his lungs to expel the air from them. Breathe out.

He repeated this process a number of times, until his racing heart had finally calmed. It sped back to life an instant later though, when he heard a giggle from the door.

Hajime closed his eyes for a moment, before allowing his head to turn and face the door, opening his eyes to see Junko standing there, wearing something that must have been in the fashion magazines before she made the entire world descend into hell.

Her skirt is so short that if she turned around he was sure he would see a fourth of her ass; if she bent forward the whole thing would likely ride right up her thighs to her lower back. The whole attire reminded him of what he had seen of her in the virtual world, like her school outfit, but the colors were off. With a focus on green and accents of gold. The blouse had even been buttoned up properly, so her bra wasn't in immediate view. It still didn't change the fact that she dressed like a school girl prostitute, though.

"You doing alright, Hajime?"

He really doesn't want to answer, when it's clearly meant to be a rhetorical question; but she'll be expecting an answer. Even if it is a bullshit answer. "Fine."

Junko let out another giggle as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. So she's clearly here to play another game with him, and she seems to have forgotten any semblance of food; for him or her. She had seemed to enjoy eating in front of him for the past few days, indulging in bowls of fruits.

She had only ever offered up one of them to him, a thin slice of pineapple that he had left on the floor until she left the room.

Junko stepped further into the room now and with a hiss at the pain in his wrists Hajime started to push himself up. "Oh. Don't get up, stay there. I wouldn't want you to overexert yourself." He's not sure what she means by that, but he collapses back to the bed, content to just continue to lie there. Until she actually tells him to get up that is.

"Why not?" he asks the question, but he doesn't expect an answer.

"You've been through quite a bit these last few days, wouldn't you agree?" That was an understatement, and he certainly hadn't found any of it amusing like she had. "Just relax. You've been good haven't you?" Well, after the first day he had been looking for an opening to get away, 'being good' just happened to fall into the category that would help him the most.

Hajime focused his gaze on her, but didn't say anything. He was sick of these games, her continuous behavior as if she was the master and he was the pet. If she called him a malamute one more time-

"Hajime," Junko tapped her foot on the floor when she spoke. "Answer the question. You're a good boy aren't you? Good boys get treats if they listen."

That's right. She had mentioned a treat days ago, but she hadn't elaborated on what it was. Until now she hadn't even mentioned it again, but it had been in the back of his mind. "Yes. I've been good," the words felt thick on his tongue, wrong. He had to remind himself that this was necessary. If he didn't do what she wanted she would be far less tolerable in situations like these. She would create games that were even worse, to get the results she wanted that much faster.

Junko was silent for a moment, shifting on her feet so her legs were crossed just below the knee. "You know, it's weird seeing you like this. Technically you're the same person as Izuru, just like he was Hajime in a sense, but now that I've met you that doesn't seem entirely true. You're both very different, but Hope's Peak did get rid of everything that made you Hajime. Still, I expected to see more of Izuru in you, but beyond your abilities I haven't seen anything of him." Her words sounded like a confession, but he was unsure what she could possibly be confessing to. Or if she was just trying to fuck with his mind again. She had already dropped one time bomb in his head; why not add another?

His lips pulled down into a scowl before he could stop them, but Junko only smiled at him.

When she took a step toward him with that smile still in place he felt his hands pull on the chains in the next second; as if such an action would snap the chains that held his arms above his head. "It's an incredible thing, wouldn't you agree? You're holding up so well because of those emotions, that anger. You just absolutely refuse to be like him don't you?" She stopped next to his bed, leaning down so her lips were pressed to his ear lobe. "Can I tell you a secret? I think Izuru would be impressed with you, and that's saying something."

His fingers curled inwards, forming fists; but as much as he wanted to hit her he couldn't. "I am not Izuru."

"No." Junko stood up, leaving his skin cold. "You're not," she agreed, but he couldn't find it in him to be happy with that statement. "Izuru didn't fight me when I found him. He was pretty willing, actually. Do you know how many of the students at the Academy he killed in my name? During the first killing school game, that is. The limit back then wasn't just two people, if that helps. I was much more lenient-"

"And he betrayed you in the end. Is that where this is going?"

"Hmm." She fell to her knees quite suddenly, causing him to jump from the sound of impact her knee caps made with the floor. At this new height level Junko was staring right into his eyes now. "And he betrayed me in the end. He gave up so easily. In part because of that school you admired so much... Sorry, still admire. Even after everything they did... but that's not the point I'm trying to make." His fingers twitched. "All I had to do was break his spirit. It was easy; you're making this difficult, though." Junko rested her chin on the edge of the bed. "You won't betray me, will you?"

He could have sworn his heart stopped beating as she gazed at him with those blood red eyes. Was that her thought process here? The more he struggled the better servant he would be to her? Is that why she laughed whenever he yelled at her? Spat at her feet in his rage? Snarling the whole time...

Hajime forced his hands to relax, so the veins in his arms weren't pushing right up against the skin. His fingers loosened until they were limp, no longer curled into a pair of fists. "You're overconfident."

Her lashes fluttered as she blinked at him, staring for a few seconds more before she laughed; her grin wider than the cheshire cat's. "Maybe," she said as she stood up. "I think you've earned your treat. What do you think?"

He didn't think it would be wise to allow himself to speak further. Hajime turned his head away from her. Still, he could see her from the corner of his eye, grinning as her fingers slipped beneath her skirt. In a few more seconds he could see her pull a white thong down her thighs, with a gold imprint of...

She swung one leg onto the bed just as his eyes widened. It was his old school's insignia. How could he have not noticed it before? Green and gold; those were the colors of her outfit. The one he had worn back in the simulation. She had only been missing the white until now-

Her knees were pressing into the mattress, not too far from his shoulders. She was hovering above him for only an instant; then her thighs were pressed against his jawline. The edge of her short-as-hell skirt barely reached his forehead, bunched up as it must be on her hips. It made his vision darken, but not before he saw the red pubes that surrounded her lips. The part of her that was now pressing directly against his own lips. He could feel her fingers twist into his hair, fingertips pressing into the back of his skull when she spoke, "Eat."

He didn't move.

He didn't know for how long he stayed like that; it felt like forever, but it couldn't have lasted for more than a minute before his mind turned back on. Was this... Did she... She was serious. Though, Junko hadn't said anything after sitting on him in such a manner, her fingers stroked at his hair, pressing into his skull. But it wasn't in a way that was meant to hurt. It was... almost pleasant, the way her fingers threaded through his hair, massaging his scalp.

Then again, why would she see a reason to remind him of what she expected? This was suppose to be a treat. Though, he wasn't sure just who besides her would think of this like that.

He could feel a moistness on his lips, her arousal; the thing she expected him to lick up. As if it were a treat.

...what would happen if he didn't do it? He could yell at her, he could roll over to get her off him; but she probably wouldn't allow it. When she had gotten the bed set up she hadn't allowed him to sleep on the floor anymore, forcing him onto it even when he screamed when the cuffs dug into his wrists. She could just reach forward and pull on his hands to make the metal cut into his skin if she really got irritated at him now.

If that was even an option. She would likely stay where she was until he did something. It's not like she had better things to be doing; than giving her supposed pet a treat. One he really didn't want.

Hajime parted his lips, tongue flicking out of his mouth after a moment to drag some of the liquid into his mouth, to taste it; her. It was sweet. Her arousal only had a slight tang to it and... Why couldn't she be sour? Taste like beer or cigarettes? Anything else except what she actually tasted like would be preferable.

But this was a treat. Why would she make herself taste terrible? Why did she have to taste good?

He took in a deep breath, immediately wanting to slap a hand over his mouth and nose. The distinct smell of vanilla was clinging to her skin, to her thighs. Which were pressing against his face, the soft warm skin of her thighs practically surrounded him under the skirt.

Just why? Why was she doing this to him? Surely she could go and torture someone else, probably not like this; but than at least she wouldn't be here. Tasting the way she did, smelling like... he didn't know. There was the scent of vanilla, but there wasn't enough to overpower the natural scent of her arousal; he really didn't have a word for it.

He didn't really have a choice, though did he? He had to do this, to keep doing what she wanted so that he could eventually get out of here. To make her think he was under her thumb. So that her guard dropped. Hajime just never thought it would be so frustrating. He wanted to...

Hajime turned his head, opening his mouth to pinch the skin of her thigh between his teeth. He shifted his jaw slightly, sliding his teeth over her skin as a growl slipped from his lips. A laugh floated on the air above him; not the high-pitched kind that usually came, but a soft sort-of chuckle. He tightened his hold on her skin, but his teeth didn't pierce through.

He closed his eyes, releasing her a second later. That would have to do; the mark he had just left on her skin was the only thing he could get away with. If the laughter above him was any indication. He turned back to her vagina, feeling the red hairs tickle his skin as he extends his tongue, licking along the labia, collecting her arousal on his tongue to swallow it down moments later.

Hajime plunged his tongue into her core, lips twisting up when Junko abruptly broke off from her laughter to let out a moan. He pushed deeper inside, wanting - needing - to explore every part of her he could reach. As she began to let out soft moans above him he started to experiment.

He would change the amount of pressure he applied to her inner walls until the moans got louder, dragging his tongue along the roof of her vagina, listening to her change of breath; any indication that she liked one thing above another. Once he was sure he had reached as far into her as he could with his tongue, he drew back, licking at her labia, pinching the puffy lips between his teeth as he licked the surface.

From the way her fingers curled into his hair, tightening their hold he would choose when to switch between the two activities. Either licking the area around the vagina or inside; until her body began to tremble, her walls tightening around his tongue before she came, and he directed every drop into his mouth, swallowing loudly before he went back to pleasuring her.

He shifted only slightly, to hear Junko gasp when his nose bumped against her clit. Then Hajime is angling his head so he can lick at her clitoris a couple times, brushing his lips against it; just listening to Junko whine above him, feeling her hips press down on his face. He grins as he gives her one last lick, before focusing on her vagina again. A chuckle slips from him when Junko lets out a annoyed grunt, clearly wanting him to focus on her clit.

It's only after her fingers give a harsh tug to his hair that he nuzzles his nose against her clit, earning a delighted squeal that makes him want to plunge his tongue back into her. To continue with his ministrations until she comes again; and again. To just continue listening to her moan over and over.

He already knows he's not going to stop until she chooses to get up.

Bunny want food. Bunny want kinks. Feed bunny.