"I am so going to kill you after this, Kiyo," I mutter under my breath as a delicate hand runs over my breasts.
The smug kitsune, Kiyo, laughs outright, acting as if she is oblivious to the stares we're receiving. "Just remember you agreed to this, Evelynn, though I don't understand your anger. After all, this is merely a joke."
I can't even argue against that because not only is she telling the truth - however skewed she might be presenting it - if I actually try to argue, Kiyo is most certainly going to take that opportunity to make me moan. If nothing else, her hands are certainly divine even if her personality seems to have been borrowed from hell.
Earlier today, Kiyo had approached me to make one of our usual competitions: "Evelynn, my dearest love, I have a little game I'd like to play with you. Should you somehow win with your mere human body, you get to choose my outfit next Valentine's, and I do mean the entire outfit." Her offer, made in the most taunting and irresistable ways, left me too excited to even question the actual game.
An oversight that led to our current situation, with the two of us sitting in a family restaurant while this smug fox runs her delicate, expert hands across my body, groping me in full view of everyone in the restaurant, or rather, in full view of anyone even looking in here in the first damn place!
Kiyo brings her rosey lips to my ear, seductively whispering "Don't tell me you're getting embarrassed, Evelynn. If you want to surrender, all you have to do is say it. I have a fantastic outfit all made up for you back at home, so don't let my preparations so unrewarded." Her hands never stop groping me the entire time, a purely predatory look on her beautiful face.