Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Hotaru stretched her toes and legs; a huff of breath escaped her lips as she peeled off her stockings one after the other and threw them aside. A silent house for a silent hour. She looked at the window into the night, and drew the curtains shut.

Jotou sat before the dresser, cleaning off leftover makeup with a damp cloth. Her reflection went murky all of a sudden. Two lamps on the walls glowed dimly in yellow, as the blonde saw Hotaru’s finger retract from the main light switch.

The redhead swayed lazily over to the chair and leaned down to place her chin on the blonde’s shoulder from behind.

Jotou hummed and gave a nuzzle to the side; the wolf-girl mimicked the motion.

Hotaru’s arms wrapped around the chair and the blonde’s arms, resting her crossed-wrists onto her chest. She kissed Jotou on the ear.

The blonde’s fingers inched up to caress the knuckles of her partner. Jotou’s head tilted bit by bit as the kisses went down her jawline.

Gladly accepting the invitation, Hotaru buried her face into the crook of her neck to lace her skin with kisses. Soft, warm, wet, sharp—Jotou’s body jerked as one lingering kiss became more of a nibbling bite that elicited a little purr from the victim.

Having savoured the taste of her flesh, the redhead’s eyes fluttered open, "We’re not going anywhere, are we housecat~?"

Jotou simply rubbed her neck where the bruise was forming and looked in the mirror.

"Oh nobody’s gonna see it," Hotaru hushed.

The blonde reached her hand up and scratched the back of her crimson ear as Hotaru rested her head on her partner’s shoulder. "Is there a massage place in Dolpool we can book? I could really go for a foot massage," Jotou flexed her feet.

"I’ll see what I can find. My shoulders are feeling worse these days."