Just thinking about it makes me blush again. First kiss, too, regardless of whether it was on the cheek or on the mouth. It was a touch of her lips against my skin, so it counts.
“You really think she likes you?”
I nod. The more I think about it, the more certain I am. Perhaps she’s also shy as I am since neither of us are experienced in such matters. But now that we’re going to live together we canget to know each other better and things will simply naturally occur between us.
“So innocent,” she murmurs in a low voice. “I originally planned something different for you, but perhaps I will alter my plans a little,” she says, almost to herself.
“Huh?” I ask, frowning.
“Nah, I’ll just do both.”
“What are you?—”
She brings her hand in front of me and snaps her fingers.
Instantly, I lose all control over my body.
“How does it feel?” She whispers in my ear. She’s now behind me, her nails lengthening into claws that she sinks into my shoulders.
I stare ahead, caught in this seemingly endless nightmare.
“Answer me.”
“I can’t move,” I grit out.
“Obviously,” she replies drily. “But aren’t you curiouswhy?”
I purse my lips, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of an answer.
“Not answering, eh? Such a rebel. Well, it doesn’t matter. You will see in just a moment.”
“Fuck you!”
Her laughter echoes in my ears just as her claws penetrate my skin even further. She’s perched on my back, attached to me like a parasite.
“Move.”
Her command is immediately obeyed by my body. My legs move, heading straight for where Moe is sleeping peacefully.
I reach the edge of the bed and I stop.
The Scarlet Lady teleports to the other side of the door, resting against the wall and watching me.
“Let’s see,” she starts. “You said you wanted to touch her. Go ahead. She’s all yours.”
My heart hammers in my chest as I realize what she means.
“No!” I yell. But it’s in vain. I’m not the one in control anymore. Like a master puppeteer, she holds all the strings.
My hand moves without me meaning it to. It pulls down the blanket, revealing Moe’s body. She’s dressed in a thick cotton nightgown that reaches her ankles. Her entire chest is covered.
I release a sigh of relief. At least there’s nothing to see.
A loud tsk echoes in the room.
“Undo the buttons on her gown.”
“No, please,” I whisper.
