A Song of Wisdom.

A Song of Wisdom.

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Commissioned by Binge Reader.

Word Count: 2126

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“So, I’m fifteen seconds into meeting you alone, and I can no longer be a bride. Congratulations, you’ve out-perverted all the old, balding office-workers I’ve ever fucking met, Li Song.”

It isn’t your fault. You don’t know how it happened. You walked towards Miyakuro, then the next thing you know, you tripped onto her and found your face between her legs.

Or, to be exact, her leg and her prosthetic.

“Oh, joy. Now you’re thinking about how to fuck me without my arm and leg. Why not just go all the way and take out my fake eye too? You’re already skullfucking me metaphorically, so why not literally too?”

You had no such thoughts.

“Liar!”

You don’t know how to lie!

“People will believe my words over yours anyway!”

That’s unlikely, since most dislike her.

“You’re supposed to say that I’m a demon or a cruel woman, not the damn truth!”

You don’t know how to lie!

“You’re a demon!”

Honestly, though, you’re not sure how this keeps happening whenever the two of you meet. The first time Creighton introduces the two of you? You fall on her and get entangled. When you meet again during a Chimeric Invasion? Her shirt somehow comes undone and you plant your face upon her chest.

It makes no sense.

“I tried thinking about it, until I realized that I didn’t want to, so you’re not getting any help from me. So, pick me up already, dammit.” You do so. Miyakuro is very light, especially since her prosthetics are made of lightweight polymers. And, well, she doesn’t seem to eat enough. “I eat plenty for a person with only two limbs, you black hole of a human being. Not everyone was starved to near-death and has a metabolism that turns meat into muscle.”

Regarding that, did she get hurt when you fell on her this time? You have grown since the last time the two of you met alone. At least a kilogram and a few centimeters.

“How nice of you to ask that after you’ve picked me up and forgotten to check for concussions, after pretending to by my gynecologist.” Judging from her typical sense of humor being unfazed, Miyaukuro is still miraculously unhurt by the tumble, despite having the body of paraplegic human. “It’s cute that you care, but I want you to buy me cake already. I’m cashing in this “endless stream of sugar” you’ve promised me so that I’d hear out your stupid idea.”

You order from the waitress. It is a very fancy place that is sparsely populated and served very, very expensive cakes from throughout human history. The maids sometimes orders cakes from them instead of baking their own on special occasions. Naturally, Miyakuro has asked for a sea of cakes from it in exchange for hearing you out, despite complaining about her figure moments ago.

“Haha, no. I don’t eat more food than I need to because I have self-control. I can eat what I want because all I need to do to burn it off is train my magic, so fuck you for trying to make me feel like a hypocrite.” That was all that needed to be said before Miyakuro promptly points at a whole page of the menu and asks for slices of each cake therein. Before long, the table the two of you share holds slices of cakes most living within Arcologies would have once a year. Amongst four people. For each slice. “Ah, there’s a certain lacking in a female body, but having better taste for subtle flavors is not one of them. Though, the day I refuse a steak is the day I give myself another partial lobotomy.”

You’d like to think that you postpone your goal of talking to Miyakuro about your plans out of courtesy and knowledge of social processes, however you’re as enamored by the luxuries as she is.

You quickly find your favorite to be the Castella with a green tea coating and a side of whipped cream. It’s not as ornate as the rest of the cakes, and it is sold commercially in malls, but that one you’re consuming stands above the rest in terms of quality. There’s nearly a custardy flavor to the airy, cloud-like dough, while the dusting of Matcha provides a herbal note that contrasts the sweetness of the airy, jiggly sponge. The whipped cream to the side is deceptive, as you first don’t notice the specks of candied ginger and orange amongst them, which provides both spice and tang and crunch alongside creaminess when the sponge is dipped into it.

Simple, yet refined in composition, style, and technique.

It is plainly magnificent.

Then, you notice Miyakuro is recording you.

“Don’t worry. It’s for my fap folder. Entirely private, I assure you. Well, except the noises. I’ll sell that off for a fortune.” Miyakuro knows how to fluster you better than anyone else. The smirk gracing her sharp, lean features tells you that you have no chance of convincing her to delete the footage. Still, you must try. Bowing your head, you plead the Reincarnation of Odin to not sell your moans of delight at pastry for nefarious purposes.  “You seriously think I’ll turn down the chance to be famous amongst the anonymous denizens of the net? Don’t you know me at all, Li Song?”

Your cheeks are red whilst Miyakuro pockets her Communicator.

You can only stare in anger at the slice of cake that has bested you.

There’s only one thing to do.

“W-what the fuck do you think you’re doing, idiot!?”

You’re feeding this cake to Miyakuro and recording her reaction to it this very instant!

“How about you shove that fork up your ass until you choke on it!?” Miyakuro’s features are intensely crimson. Her narrow gaze is wide, while she is pressed against her chair. Her eyes dart to her sides, but you narrow your gaze. If she tries to run… she’ll merely provide you a better opening to feed her cake and record her! 

“W-what the fuck!? Are you fucking serious, you fucking fuckup!? You’d go that fucking far?!” There is only determination in your gaze while you loom over Miyakuro with fork in hand and cake at the end. You cast a shadow upon her as she flattens herself against the back of her chair, her single hand searching and floundering for aid, but no one was going to come for her. She has nowhere to run. “Y-you fucking psycho! Cakes this great are not supposed to be used as fucking leverage!”

To make sure she cannot flee, you use your free hand to block one of her two escape routes. The gust of wind generated by your hand’s speed sends her scraggly, short hair into a tizzy. Miyakuro’s blush and furious gaze deepens as you approach with your intended delivery, looming over the table with the rest of the deserts not even close to touching your blazer.

Your path is clear, your way is set, and you have decided what shall occur!

“Mmgrph!”

You take a slice of cake… and have Miyakuro eat it!

“Kuh-ah!”

Huh, why does this feel vaguely nefarious.

“Shtop—“

Ah, whatever.

“Mmmmmf!”

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You apologize to Miyakuro for having her eat cake.

“You should be apologizing for getting me banned from a place I’ve just visited!” Miyakuro is less than pleased with the results of your actions. She walks away from you with a speedy pace. Not speedy enough, but the clacking of her can on the floor is noticeable enough. “The best cakes I’ve ever had… and I’m not going to have them against because of your fuckwit antics!”

Well, you were banned too, you point out, and she did start it.

Miyakuro’s heel screeches on the ground, there is a tug on your tie, and you find your faces millimeters apart. Her gaze is sharp, the scent of oranges is in the air, and there’s still a faint blush the dusts her nose and her cheekbones. Looking downward, the slightest hint of collarbone is below her slightly-opened collar, while the tied ribbons are merely strings on hanging upon her shoulders.

“I dare you to say that again, Li Song. Go ahead. Imply that I did all of that and it wasn’t you messing with me the entire time by fucking with my head about how many babies you want to have!”

Ah, she picked that up.

“Of course, I did, you absolute moron! Gah! You’re the most gigantic idiot to ever exist!” Miyakuro’s hand is firm upon your tie, while her warm breath drifts over your lips. She speaks as animatedly as ever, but this time around her features are red and the slightest hint of sweat mists over her features. “It’s practically written right there on your face and… dammit… you’re confusing me to bits!”

Miyakuro lets go of your tie, but you were so entranced by her and her grip had been so negligible that you go forward rather than back. What ought to happen is that your foreheads should collide, but instead the two of you simultaneously tilt your heads just so, and your lips connect… then you fall on Miyakuro again while sending Gungnir clattering away.

You’re reminded of how fragile and slender Miyakuro is in an instant, as you just manage to stop your whole weight from falling atop her, but another sensation comes to mind instead of her human body. Of course, she’s quite soft. How could she not be soft? Her focus is on magical combat and if she needs to get somewhere quickly she flies. You knew this in the theoretical standpoint, but having her pressed against you and exhibiting these features is an altogether different story.

Miyakuro’s form is practically hidden beneath your own. The feeling of her body against your parted only by fabric is a sensation that makes you gulp. When she squirms against your lips in surprise, her body contorts beneath your own, and the sensation of her form against your own is that of immaculate, pert softness against your chest and abdomen. You only manage to find yourself speechless, your lips locked against Miyakuro’s own, and her hand unknowing whether to pull you tighter or closer when it grips your shoulder. Her arms moves to-and-fro indecisively while her fingers grip onto your shoulder like a vice.

You don’t see her face, as your eyes closed the moment your lips touched, but you manage to regain the strength to open your gaze again you find hers still closed.

But, well, you know that the moment she opens her eye again there’ll be quite the reckoning… so you simply allow everything to happen until she did.

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Miyakuro doesn’t speak to you until you reach her front door. You’ve all but forgotten the reason you wanted to speak to her. From the moment she’d opened her eyes, she’d been silent, though the fact that her face was scarlet was a reminder that what had happened did. It hadn’t been a fever dream whilst the two of you were walking.

She’d taken your first kiss by accident.

“W-what the fuck are you saying now!? That’s how you’re going to break the tension!?”

Ah, you said that aloud.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t plan that, Li Song! You said that so that I couldn’t just close the door on you!” Miyakuro confronts you with a complicated gaze. Her lips are struggling to form into more than a straight line, her ears and neck are red, and there’s a certain brightness to her eye that wasn’t there previously. The moment you think all of those things she stomps her foot on the traditional, wooden entrance patio of her household. It’s very cute. “Stop it! I told you that you were confusing the fuck out of me already, so give it a damn rest already! You’ve won! You’ve gotten my flustered without meaning to! Congratulations, Li Song!”

Her words hang in the air while she crosses her arms, pouts, and looks away from you.

Your situation is utterly ludicrous, especially since you’ve barely spent more than four hours in her presence, but you allow yourself to admit that you’re only telling the truth.

Miyakuro is very attractive and you didn’t mean to fluster her.

You are attracted to her to the point where you forgot to ask for her help in saving the world.

That’s the truth and she can look at you with her Eye of Wisdom to confirm it.

The moment those words leave your lips,  you find your second kiss silencing you utterly.

You have many firsts tonight.