Hey! I hope you guys really enjoyed "The Higurashi Case" up until now! Thank you to all of you have reviewed so far. Also, feel free to check out some of my other stories! I'm sure you might like them as much as you have liked this. And, now, I leave you to chapter 6.

Enjoy

Mai's POV:

"Fear? Right, didn't feel like that to me. Besides, what's she to you? No boss would be so protective over his assistant. Don't tell me you're just jealous that I kissed her," Kenta-kun humorlessly chuckles. I hold in my breath as I look up at Naru, wondering what his answer will be.

Naru breathed slowly. His chest rising in a steady rhythm against me as his dark blue eyes sliced into Kenta-kun's hazel ones. For a minute I thought Naru was never going to answer, but then his mouth opened.

"I believe it is none of your concern as to what our relationship is. Therefore, I would appreciate it if you could maintain a distance between Mai and yourself, as I had asked of you before. I'm afraid if you were to touch my assistant again I would be forced to call the authorities and take legal action. Good evening, Kenta-san," I silently gasped at Naru's smooth yet heavy words. Naru pulled me into the house, keeping me tucked into his side tightly, his hand still gripping my upper arm as his other arm slid around my shoulders. I quickly glanced over Naru's arm to see Kenta-kun watching us leave, his hands clenched into fists. His expression… the back door closed.

For a while, as we walked down the impossibly long hallway, the only thing that could be heard was our footsteps. Naru's firm arm still wrapped around my shoulders.

'I wonder what I actually am to Naru. He never answered Kenta-kun. He never answered me either. What if he does like me? No, he couldn't possibly like me, or else he wouldn't have rejected me. But then again, if you think about it.. Was that really a rejection..? Or a simple question? Maybe, it is possible he likes me. I mean, nothing's impossible, right? And there are those little signs… Jeez, Naru. Why do you have to be so hard to understand? But really-'

"What am I to you," I murmur unconsciously. It took me a moment to come back from my thoughts to notice a voice. My voice. I gasp, my eyes widening with fear at the sudden realization of what I had truly said. Naru stopped walking and looked down at me, his eyes slightly widen and an eyebrow hitched higher as he too, was surprised by my words. I stood, staring in terror at him, my hand flying to my mouth as I suddenly became conscious of his arm still draped on my shoulders and our rather close proximity in the dimly lit hallway.

For a while, we just stood there, staring at each other. The silence was almost unbearable, and I began to feel the painful ache in my heart as another rejection was heading my way.

"Mai, do you really need to ask," Naru asked. His low, steady voice cutting the silence. My heartbeat quickened as my cheeks flared red. I just watched him carefully, my hand now moving to grasp my other hand in front of my stomach in sheer nervousness. Naru's hand slid down my arm to rest on my elbow. His other arm still wrapped around my shoulders. My upper arm was left with a cold and lonely feeling as my elbow, the spot that he is currently grasping, was enjoying the warmth and attention from my boss's ironically cold hands.

For a moment, I randomly pondered how he could originate so much heat if his own hands are practically freezing.

Naru leaned down towards my face, a sly smirk etched itself onto his face as he did so. He stood there for a moment, probably enjoying the reaction of my blush due to his proximity. 'Narcissist.'

"I am unnecessarily possessive over you, don't you think?" A look of seriousness and questioning swarmed his eyes behind the slyness. I stared at him, not even registering his words, just thinking about his expression. It seemed like there was an underlying message. But what? Was he confused by his actions, like me?

I froze, processing what he said. 'Wait...What? Possessive?' My heartbeat quickened as I watched Naru lean away and straighten himself with a triumphant look. Seriousness still clouded his eyes as he released his hold on me. Sliding his arm across the middle of my back, sending a shiver through my body. He coolly walked into the engawa of the manor and began the trek through the huge house back to base. His steady graceful footsteps echoed off the elegant wood that constructed the remodeled walls, floor and ceiling.

I numbly began to follow him, and looked up to see Naru watching me. His usual mask back into place.

"Please, don't mind me. Take your time, Mai," he said, sarcasm dripping through every word. I lightly scowled and stuck my tongue at him but continued walking behind him, not fully recovered.

"You stick that tongue out at me again, I'll have to do something about it."

My tongue snapped back through my lips and I focused my blush and eyes on the floor in front of me.

Once I was closer to him, he continued to walk at a slower pace as if giving me a chance to catch up with him.

"I am unnecessarily possessive over you, don't you think?" What does he mean "possessive"? Usually if someone is possessive, that means that that person is special to them, right? I mean, he has become way more comfortable touching and being close to me than before. Does it mean I'm special as in.. he sees me as a w-woman? Or as just a friend? Maybe a close friend? Maybe.. A best friend? Or is it more like a sister type? But… I'm special to him in someway.. Well, special enough for him to be possessive over… that alone makes me happy. I like it, knowing I'm special to my cold, distant, and narcissistic boss. Maybe it is possible that he likes me! I just wi-'

I gasped as I knocked into something very firm yet soft. Feeling the rebound from the hit knocking me backwards, I wrapped my arms around the object. I quickly recovered from my small heart attack and sighed in relief resting my head on the object in my grasp. I suddenly felt two hands on my shoulders. The hands weren't doing anything, they weren't pushing me away, but simply just rested on my shoulders comfortably.

"I know you find me more attractive than the average male, Mai. However, we need to get back to base," Naru's low voice murmured above my head. I whip my head up to see his handsome face staring down at me, classic Naru smirk in full effect. I could feel the blush explode on my face and the lump in my throat swelling.

"Ehh?!"

"Unless, you'd prefer them to think we were doing something else," Naru purred in a rather seductive tone, leaning closer to me. His arms sliding down to my lower back and pressed my flush against him. I mentally freak out, and pushed away from him.

"N-no! I-I wouldn't want them to think anything of the sort, you perverted narcissist," I yelled looking away. I heard a low and short chuckle, almost like a snort from beside me, and looked over to see Naru smiling as he stared at me. He quickly recovered though, the smiling disappearing as fast as it appeared and walked in front of me. Urging me to follow quickly, calling me stupid in the process.

It seemed like forever while walking through the slightly chilled engawa. Both of us had been too deep in thought to even speak. After while of walking in not necessarily uncomfortable silence I noticed Naru kept glancing at me from beside me. I suddenly got annoyed and decided to ask what he wanted before he did something that would piss me off. However, it was pretty cute how he kept glancing over like a little puppy who knew his master was mad.

"What," I asked curiously.

"You're usually not this quiet," Naru observed in a monotone voice. I wrinkle my nose and moved around him as I clasped my hands together behind my back, deciding to play this game slyly.

"Do you not like it when I'm quiet," I ask in an innocent voice as I lazily walked forward. I nonchalantly glance back, with a little smile and see him adorned with an eyebrow raised. Then a smirk, not like his usual condescending smirks, but one that was warmer and softer.

Naru's POV:

Mai glanced back at me, a playful and mischievous smile on her face. I take in her lazy walk and her swaying hips as I slowly chase after her, my walk becoming more brisk, more enthusiastic. I smirk as I realize she's trying to be sly.

'It's actually quite cute, in a way. Maybe because she is trying to be something that she usually is utterly horrid at being.'

"Actually, I find it rather relaxing when you're quiet. It's much more peaceful without your simple-minded comments," I say as she scowls. I calmly walk past her with my hands in my pockets. I hear her soft footsteps trying to make an attempt at stomping behind me.

"However, I do admit; you liven up a room," I murmur as I think back to the countless times she has walked into a room and practically brought the sun in at her side. I turn around, no longer hearing her lame attempt at stomping to see the happy-go-lucky girl smiling a smile as bright as a star.

I couldn't help, but feel a softening in me at the sight of the happy girl. I quickly turn around before she can see the small smile that had broken out on my face.

"We have to get back to base," I say, feeling a triumphant and proud emotion wash over me at the fact that I made the younger female smile, "by the way, Mai, what did Masahiro-san say to you while you two were walking?"

"Hmm, we just talked about random things for most of the time. But he showed me a beautiful cliff that hung over the ocean and the sun was setting and- ugh! Naru you should've seen it! If you want I can show it to you before we finish this case and leave," Mai enthusiastically chirped from beside me. I looked down to see her bright and hopeful smile.

"After the case is solved," I promised, and revelled in her smile growing. She nodded then made an 'oh' noise as if she remembered something.

" And Masahiro-san talked about his son, Shigeru. And I had a dream," Mai exclaimed from beside me. I stopped walking at the mention of a dream. I rustled around the inside of my suit jacket, brushing my fingers across a leather binding.

"Yes, you mentioned that before what was it about," I inquire, retrieving my leather bound pocket-sized notebook. I took a pen from out of my pocket and prepared to write.

"Well, at first I was talking to Gene," Mai tentatively said, glancing at me with a worried expression. I nodded my head, showing it was alright.

"He said the woman spirit is dangerously unstable and that he couldn't get a good read on her. That she was trying desperately to get in contact with the human world. He also said that the reason that binds her spirit to this house seems to switch between being a negative energy to a positive energy. And then I had a vision of.. Of.." Mai blushed as she failed to finish her sentence, avoiding eye contact.

"Mai, of what? I need to know," I informed her. She looked back up and her blush seemed to deepen.

"There was a vision of the -uh- husband and maid.. They were -uh- you know.. doing that.." Mai almost whispered, and I couldn't stop the smirk that found it's way onto my lips.

"Doing that, Mai? I'm sure I follow. Please explain," I coaxed. Already knowing about the husband and maid's affair, I had a pretty good idea of what Mai had witnessed. Her head snapped up and she glared, her blush making its way down her neck. She looked away again. This is too fun.

"You know, Naru! D-doing.. That." I leaned closer to her face, making sure to capture her eyes.

"You mean having sex, Mai?"

Her face showed an array of emotions to me. Shock. Embarrassment. Uncomfortability. Unsure.

She just nodded embarrassedly and continued with her story.

"Um, yeah.. But after that, I saw the woman fighting with her husband. Her name was Mayumi Kanesaka, and his name was Eita Kanesaka. The maid's name was Élodie. But something wasn't right. It seemed like the maid.. Didn't want to.. be with the husband," Mai finished with a thoughtful look on her face, her hand cupping her delicate looking chin.

'Mayumi Kanesaka...The husband, Eita...The maid...The maid... "I was framed by my maid! My maid, Élodie-chan! That wretched succubus detested me! She was in an affair with my husband! And my husband most certainly is conspiring with her against me!...Dupont. Élodie Dupont, was her name. She was a french orphan that I and my husband,...took her in when we found her scavenging through our garbage like a wild animal." I recalled all the information I knew so far, knowing Lin and Madoka would have some more when we returned to base.

The image of Mai swallowing the good sized, vintage key formed in my mind and I wondered if anyone has informed her yet that she ate a cast iron key.

"Oh! And they had a son! His name was Daiki. I think he was the little boy from my dream too," Mai said with a finger pointed up in the air. I nodded and finished writing, snapping the notebook shut and replacing it back into my breast pocket.

"Come on, I sent Lin and Madoka to go do some research on the manor shortly after Mayumi left your body. They should be back by now," I note as we begin walking towards the door that led to the base.

"Oh, and Mai..." I say looking down at her, my hand resting on the cool door handle. Mai looked up at me, her big cinnamon eyes questioning me even before she made a sound.

"Hm?" She hummed with a smile.

"You swallowed a cast iron key while you were possessed. We'll ask Masahiro-san to call a doctor for you tomorrow," I said as I opened the door and walked in.

I smirked as I heard Mai blanch out at the news.

"WHY THE HELL DID NOBODY TELL ME I ATE A HUGE KEY?! MADE OF CAST IRON TOO?!"

As I walked through the room to the already set up monitors, I listened as the room filled with various laughter and fighting. Mai eventually joined the rest of them in their laughter and joking, not being able to hold her anger for long.

That was one of the many things I noticed about her the first days I worked with her. She can't stay angry. I quickly found that she is easily distracted from the anger ,because she simply doesn't like the horrible feeling. I sat back in an armchair as I opened my notebook, thinking about her dream. 'Dangerously unstable. Mayumi did look half mad in the eyes...I suppose that's who Gene was talking about in Mai's dream…'

"Naru, Madoka and I found some interesting things about the manor," Lin's low voice pierced through my musings. I turn slightly towards him in the maroon leather chair I sat in and waited for him to continue. Lin sat on a metal folding chair in front of the monitors, while Madoka sat on the identical chair on my left. Mai sat on the maroon leather couch on my right with newly arrived Yasuhara beside her, Hara-san sat on the other side of him.

"We found that the house was indeed, owned by an Eita and Mayumi Kanesaka. They were the original owners. Eita was a son of a wealthy lawyer named Hirohito Kanesaka, and followed in his father's footsteps. Eita was thirty-two years of age when he married a twenty-eight years old Mayumi Akechi, the daughter of Hirohito's cohort and friend, Kyoto Akechi. The house was built for the couple by Kyoto Akechi as a wedding gift," Lin read from a stack of paper clipped together on a clipboard. Madoka huffed, obviously bored with his lack of flourishing of the story and snatched the clipboard from the older man's hands.

Mai's POV:

"Though it was an arranged marriage, they seemed relatively happy. However, there were rumours that spread around like wildfire that Eita was a serial cheater, and that the only reason their marriage was arranged was because his family was completely indebt and on the brink of destitution and Mayumi was one of the last single daughters of nobility left in the entire village. Apparently this guy had countless affairs throughout the marriage, several former staff members came forth to accuse him of rape and molestation. However, they married and this house was built both in the Kansei era, in 1789. After their honeymoon, a cruise around the world, ugh how romantic, they arrived home to a new mansion one year later. They immediately moved in and started on raising a family. However, Mayumi had manymiscarriages. After about three years of trying, the demotivated couple finally was blessed with a healthy baby boy, to which they named Daiki. Sadly though, when the boy was about ten years old his father was found slaughtered in the backyard, a maid was found dead, barely recognizable in a bedroom, while Daiki and his mother along with a butler went missing. The man's chest cavity was cut open, and looked as if a wild animal went mad and just started ripping chunks out of him. One of his fingers was found to be missing, it was the finger with his wedding band. Along with that, his face seemed to be bludgeoned in with what the police suspected to be a weapon of opportunity. With the gruesome attack upon the corpse, the police deduced that it was a personal killing," Madoka said as she displayed the aged photographs and passed them around the room. My stomach lurched as the photos were passed to me.

There lay the man, by the fountain's edge. On his back, his arms lay limp by his sides. I stared at his limp body. The black and white photograph gave nothing away as to the liquid that pooled from his body, but it wasn't hard to guess. His head turned to the side, but was dark, and blackened with blood. White spots of skull poked through the dark abyss where his face should've been, as chunks of flesh and brain along with teeth and pieces of bone were strewn around his hair like a halo.

The suit he was wearing was almost completely covered with blood, as a large crevasse opened up starting from the middle of his chest where his heart would be all the way down to the middle of his stomach. The dark liquid pooled out of him and encircled the man's midsection. Various organs were torn from his body, some thrown far from their original holding. The long rope-like organ I knew as one of the intestines was pulled out of him and thrown about carelessly. The photograph was taken so closely that you could see some of his ribcage was missing, spotting a broken and lone rib bone resting on the ground by his hand, the white of the bone evident through the blood that encased it. Looking closer you could see the blood that wrapped around the rib bone to be in the form of a hand. Then it hit me.

This man was still alive when he was being carved up.

He had used his own broken rib bone to try to fight off his attacker. I covered my mouth in horror.

"The maid, Élodie Dupont was slain just as viciously. She was struck repeatedly with something sharp, authorities believed it was most likely a butcher's knife," Madoka said as she was read through the file.

"Ah, kinda reminds me of that one case from the states. Lizzie Borden," Bou-san chimed in as he relaxed on the back of the couch I sat on.

"Lizzie Borden took an axe, she gave her mother forty whacks. Once she saw what she had done, she gave her father forty-one," Yasu recited the famous rhyme, sending an unsettling shudder through me.

"Exactly. That was the infamous case back in 1892 in America when supposedly little Lizzie went mad and hacked up her stepmother in one of the bedrooms and then her father while he slept in the parlor. In her defense, the evidence wasn't exactly the most promising and she was later acquitted, but a majority of people believe she did it," Bou-san explained.

"But that silly little rhyme was completely inaccurate. The stepmother got nineteen hits when the dad got about ten or eleven. And it was a hatchet that was found on the crime scene, not an axe," Ayako huffed as she crossed her arms.

"Yeah, well it was made for this thing called "fun". I'm sure an old dried up sea-witch like yourself wouldn't know anything about it," Bou-san complained as Ayako growled.

"Excuse me, you self-proclaimed monk?"

"Anyways~," Madoka happily interjected, quieting the two.

"Yes, much like the Lizzie Borden case, the maid was found in a bedroom, having been attacked from behind and hacked into. However, unlike Abby Borden, Élodie was the victim of just plain overkill."

Again, right on cue, Élodie's death photograph was slipped into my hands. My eyes bugged out, the scene appalling. I mutely thanked the gods for the photograph being taken in black and white. I don't think my stomach could handle seeing all that red. But then again, just knowing what it was, didn't help much either.

Blood.

Nothing, but blood. On the walls. The wardrobe. The bed. The floor. Even the ceiling. All of it was covered and coated in the blackness. In the center of the macabre scene, was a pile of ebony with some hints of white. It was chunky and the only indication of it ever being once a human being was the mangled arms and legs that stuck out along with the material of the maid outfit and a nest of long, light colored hair. Strawberry Blonde. I remembered what the maid in my dream looked like.

"There were many rumors passed around that it was the butler who killed the two and ran off with the wife and child, but the famous theory was that the wife, Mayumi was the slaughterer. The newspapers deemed her "The Female Butcher", causing countless movies and books to be inspired off the story. The theory of "The Female Butcher" is that she was plagued by the pain of her husband's affair with the maid and the woman was thought to have, in a fit of madness, savagely butchered her husband and maid then ran away with the butler and child. However, no one could prove this, and so it was disproved."

Madoka flipped the page and I instantly noticed my shivering. My heart seemed to be ramming against my chest, and for a moment, I couldn't focus on anything else but trying to breathe.

"The murder weapon was never found, however the police found something odd. First, Mayumi had permanently dismissed the entire staff, save for the butler and maid, about two months before the incident. Then at the actual scene of the crime, they found a trail of blood from Eita's body that led into the fountain were the blood was completely red, as if the killer had washed themselves. But the fountain itself, the former staff that was questioned said that they didn't recall there ever being a statue on the fountain. All their stories seemed to line up, the fountain had previously not had two figures on top of it."

Finally, the picture of the fountain figures was passed to me. I hesitated before taking the picture from Yasu, but took it anyways not wanting to be worried about by the others.

Not having to look at it to know what the statue was, I still looked down. My stomach silently wretched as I remembered my dreams. How the statue looked so lifelike up close, Mayumi under the water with her blood floating into my mouth. And the child I held dead in my arms, now finally had a name. Daiki. He was real. He was only ten years old. He was dead in my arms and I killed him.

Tears began to sting my eyes as the area between my shoulder blades began to become cold and ached. I rolled my shoulders as I stared, transfixed by the picture. As the cold ache washed over into the back of my neck, I rolled my neck as well, trying to relieve the pain.

I noticed I was covered in a thin sheet of sweat and my already fast heartbeat was rising. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Everyone was staring at Masako as she talked about her feelings about the manor or something like that. I wasn't listening, I was too concentrated on getting this weird sick feeling out of my system. Everything felt bad. My head felt like a piercing migraine, my stomach felt like I was going to throw up from the photos, and my body ached as the coldness spread like a virus through me. I turn to see Naru staring straight at me, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

I tried for a smile, but knew it was weak. Apparently, my smile was not convincing enough for Naru, because he immediately he stood up and gently, but swiftly picked me up bridal style and briskly walked to the door. Calls from the others faded into the background as a high pitched ringing rang through my head, creating a pounding through my already suffering skull. I squeezed my eyes shut as I covered my ears and tucked my head into Naru's chest. I vaguely felt him nudge his chin, tucking my head even more underneath it.

"Hey Naru! Where're you going with Mai," I heard Bou-san ask. I groan when I feel a slight jerk and then we stopped. I opened my eyes to see Bou-san holding Naru's shoulder, his fingers almost right in front of my face. Naru was about to explain to him, but instead I just pushed Bou-san's hand off Naru's shoulder and tucked my head back into Naru's chest.

"Please," I simply whimper as the ringing in my ears ensues, causing me to once again clucked my head.

I didn't care if this was weird to everyone else, as long as Naru understood what I was going through that's all that mattered. Naru was helping me when I really, truly needed it. And I NEEDED to get out of this room.

I felt Naru continue to the door and someone opened it for him. His chin nudged down onto my head slightly as he nodded to whomever opened the door and we were in the hallway once again. I didn't know where Naru was going and frankly, I didn't care. The small wind from his brisk walking felt good against my heating skin.

After a while, I felt something soft under me. I opened my eyes to see we were in my room, the room where I was placed when I had my fever. I was laying on a bed as Naru sat on the edge of the bed by my side. The room lit from the two table lamps on the nightstands. His beautiful blue eyes bore into mine. The cold ache in my back and neck shot an ice cold wave through me. My body jolted off the bed before I began stretching my arms and legs, working my fingers and toes in the process.

"I-I, uh, d-don't know wh-whats going on," I stuttered out, panting as I stared at Naru fearfully. I suddenly felt incredibly hot, like my flesh itself was the flames of a fire and my bones were the burning wood.

Just then, my stomach lurched and twisted and I felt that familiar movement and push from my belly. Apparently Naru saw it too, because he bolted to the one garbage can and came back in time for me to heave over the bed. As I emptied what little I had in my stomach, I felt my hair being pulled gingerly away from my face and a hand on my back, rubbing awkwardly in circles then up and down my spine. As I threw up, the burning of my body seemed to cool, and for that I almost wept.

As the heaving ended, I gave a weak and exhausted giggle as I felt several pieces of my hair slip from its entrapment and fall back near the danger zone that is my mouth. Slender fingers trying and failing several times to recapture the pieces of hair and hold them back only to have my brown locks slip into my face once again.

My throat ached and stung as my stomach almost pulsated, nothing left in it to throw up. I wiped my mouth on the back of my arm as I sat up and whispered, "water."

Naru nodded and headed out of the room for not even a minute, only to return with a glass of water and some toilet paper. I nodded and tried for a smile as I gratefully took the glass and toilet paper. After gulping down the cool liquid and wiping my mouth, I gave one last order.

"Bag. Gum," I hoarsely whisper, pointing to my small backpack. Naru turned, following my finger, then rotated back around. A disapproving look on his face. The heat from my skin began to burn again.

"Mai, I hardly think-"

"Bag. Gum."

Naru merely sighed, clearly annoyed and stood to look through my backpack only to come back with my half empty pack of gum. I nodded and took a piece. I was about to throw it on the nightstand beside me when I paused, then retrieved a second piece. I popped the first piece in my mouth, the minty flavor spreading through my mouth, almost ridding me completely of the putrid flavor and smell of my stomach contents and acid. I offered the other piece to Naru and silently thanked him for declining. I threw the second piece in my mouth and sighed a small relief when the entire puke taste was gone.

But my moment of relief was short lived. My body had begun to burn once again, this time much worst than before. I howled as the heat burned into my very bones. I looked down at my body to see the droplets of sweat on my arms glisten in the light. I felt my bangs stick to my forehead as I quickly spat my gum wad out of my mouth and into my hand where I frustratingly threw it into the trash bin. I could feel the comforter I laid on starting to dampen from my sweat. I felt a hand placed on my forehead before recoiling quickly. Oh yeah, Naru was here. Was he saying something?

I suddenly didn't care in the slightest if I was in love with Naru or if he was even in the room. I began to take off my shirt. Well, more or less rip it off. I threw the offending item on the floor, now in only my bra and skirt. I was still on fire. I began to unzip my skirt on my side when I was stopped by Naru's hand holding mine down.

"Mai, what are you doing," Naru asked in a slightly dangerous tone. His eyes blazed with an emotion I couldn't quite name, but it wasn't bad and it made my stomach fill with butterflies. No, not butterflies. These were more like a bunch of sparrows in the middle of a fight club in my stomach.

I moved my other hand to the zipper and that too was captured by Naru's hands. I stared at him incredulously. How could he not feel how hot it was in here?

"Hot! I'm so hot, Naru. I'm burning. Please," I almost beg as I try to wiggle my hands free. Naru moved my hands to both my sides, pressing them into the bed.

"Naru! Naru, please! I just need to cool down! Please, Naru," I whimpered as I fought with all my might against him. Somehow I ended up still on my back on the bed, but with Naru over me, his knees on either side of my thighs. Both struggling against the other with him pressing my hands into the bed on by the sides my head. I continued to try to wrench my hands from his.

"Mai, calm down. You're running a fever," he said, his voice husky and breathy with strain.

I continued to wiggle against him, until the heat became unbearable. I paused, hearing Naru sigh and then something snapped in me.

Naru's POV:

I sighed in relief when Mai stopped moving. I looked down at her to see her staring up at me, sweat glistening on her smooth skin. Her eyes looked somewhat wild. I frowned when she continued looking at me.

"Mai wha-" I was interrupted by Mai quickly bolting up and pressing her warm lips against mine.

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