[ShouxHiroto] RUMWOLF [Track 23: Prison Break]

[iscreamboo]

TITLE: RUMWOLF
CHAPTER: 23
RATING: R (Overall Story)
GENRE: AU; Romance (BL), Drama&Comedy, Action/Adventure, slight Supernatural/Paranormal
PAIRINGS: ShouxHiroto, previous/mentions of Hirotox??, implied/hinted ToraxSaga
BAND: Alice Nine
SIDE BANDS: the GazettE, Danger Gang, SuG, Dir en Grey
CAMEOS: N/A (Ch. 23)
SUMMARY: Four years ago, there was an accident affecting two entirely different worlds of two individuals. This accident led Ogata Hiroto to grow into a jaded young adult who becomes entangled in the dark, cold world of a nightlife he never expected to lead in order to fulfill his personal ambitions. One fateful day, on a morning walk with his pet Pomeranian, Mogu, he meets a young man who calls himself Shou. Will Hiroto's four years of hard work and effort to reach his goal be thrown away to waste or will it finally be rewarded through this meeting?
WARNINGS: Intimate actions between men, sexual references, language, violence, racing, mentions of heavy chain-smoking and alcohol abuse...err, I don't think that's the end.
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Prologue // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // 06 // 07 // 08 // 09 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // Interlude // 16 // 17 // 18 // 19 // 20 // 21 // 22


Track 23: Prison Break
The thirteen members of the jailbreak team gathered in Aoi's office and around the blueprint of the Kohara main house that Saga magically obtained. (He claimed that it was simply lying about in the president's office collecting dust and that he would return it as soon as they were done.) Since they couldn't exactly write their plan on the map with red marker, metal pieces of the Monopoly board game were aligned in their respective positions on the map.

"Waka and Saga will survey the surroundings, and Saga will give the signal when it's time to move. Make sure that there are a small number of guards around Shou while you two are escaping," Reita stated as he pointed to the Monopoly pieces representing Saga and Waka -- a small metal top hat for Saga and a thimble for Waka -- near Shou's bedroom. "Then Tora, Aoi, and I will break into the main house to take out any security guards in the way of the exit route; Saga will back us up from the rear if any guards appear while you three escape the building," he continued before moving a small metal battleship, an iron, and a cannon towards the back entrance. Tora nodded, registering his duty within his mind, while Saga yawned. Waka elbowed her teammate and fellow spy, warning him to get with the program.

"While the back entrance is more heavily guarded," Aoi informed, "breaking through the front is more conspicuous. It also takes longer to get to Shou's room. You'll have to follow this route--" Aoi placed his finger on the blueprint, starting from Shou's bedroom, and traced the general outline "--and go through the back garden. We'll meet you there after breaking in and clearing the way for you. There should be two cellar doors that take you out to the front yard."

Reita nodded in agreement. "Anyways, while we're taking out the guards, Waka, it's your primary duty--" the blonde mechanic moved the thimble towards a metal sack of money representing Shou. Hiroto rolled his eyes at the lame joke "--to escort Shou out of the house on the route Aoi showed you. With Saga behind you and with the demolition team in front, you shouldn't have too much trouble."

"If all goes well, Shou will board a car with Hiroto," Uruha said as he watched Reita move the metal sack of money towards a race car hidden around the corner nearby the front yard, "and the rest of you disperse to two other cars. One of them is driven by me--" Reita pointed to an old fashioned shoe in front of the race car, causing some of the members to snigger and causing Uruha to glare at his friend "--and the other one is driven by Hiko." Reita then pointed to a metal man on horseback behind the race car. "Chiyu and Yuji will then be informing us about any pursuers through the use of the GPS tracking devices Saga had installed on the security cars earlier today and providing us with quick escape routes."

"Is it really that easy?" was Hiroto's question. "It sounds...simple."

Saga smirked. "This is where tactics come into play. We've put in a few twists in the plan in order to mind-fuck the guards in pursuit," he answered.

Nao raised his hand in mock play. "Commanders, sirs! I have a question! Where do I come into play?"

Aoi grinned. "Yes, Nao, you have the most important job out of the all of us."

Hiroto smirked at the mixture of awe and mortification on his friend's expression. "You'll be taking care of my baby," he told his friend. The blonde fought the urge to burst into a giggling fit when Nao's eyes widened to the size of golf balls.

"Ehh? Hiroto has a child?!"

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"Dress as though you're not going anywhere," was Saga's command. Kazumasa glanced at the reflection in the mirror of his bathroom. He casually wore a white yutaka with a light gray floral design and a jade green sash made of silk. He had also hidden his spare key and some extra money in the pockets of the large sleeves. Was this really okay to wear? a voice had asked him within the caverns of his mind. In response to the inquiry, Kazumasa merely shrugged to himself. It was a normal sight to see in this house as his mother often wore kimonos around winter time and yutakas around summer time, but he doubted anyone wore a yutaka out in public in the streets of Tokyo anymore. He just hoped that Hiroto had packed him something to change into.

The moment he stepped into his bedroom, Waka poked her head through his door and gestured for him to come. Hastily slipping on the wooden sandals, Kazumasa followed Waka out of his bedroom and into one of the many corridors of the main house. "Saga's leading the way," she told the heir before she began pushing him down the hall.

What she said was true. Kazumasa was caught in astonishment as he watched Saga take down his opponents by simply throwing them down. He had heard of Saga joining judo club before in high school at the restaurant, but he had seriously doubted it after taking Saga's build into consideration. The two of them made momentary eye contact before Saga gestured for him and Waka to continue forward. The three of them swiftly and safely reached the rendezvous point, where Tora was roundhouse kicking a guard in his gut, Reita was slamming his fist into a guard's jaw, and Aoi was striking another guard with a bamboo sword. They rapidly motioned for the three of them to hurry across the back garden.

The party of six sprinted across the low-cut grass, being careful to avoid any stones, statues, and other decorations, before stopping in front of a stone wall hidden away by large cherry blossom trees that have yet to bloom. Kazumasa peered over Reita's shoulder as the golden haired mechanic began to fumble about. His brown eyes spotted a pair of worn wooden doors attached to the top of a structure resembling a well. The wooden doors, however, seemed to be shut tightly after years of being deserted. Coming to Reita's aid, Aoi tugged on the left door while Reita pulled hastily at the right.

"You've lived here for how long and you've only noticed this cellar for the first time?" Waka whispered incredulously.

Kazumasa shrugged sheepishly, but Waka's insult was the least of his worries. One thing he couldn't seem to fathom was what their next move was going to be. Unlike Saga and Waka or the others, the heir hadn't been informed of the plan. (He assumed it was to make their actions reminiscent of a kidnapping.) Was he supposed to climb into that cellar? They seemed to be forgetting one little -- but rather important -- detail: Kazumasa was fucking claustrophobic. The moment he entered the damn cellar was the moment he would die of a heart attack.

As if he had read his mind, Tora sighed and patted Kazumasa's shoulder sympathetically. "You could always turn around if you're not up to it. Hiroto wouldn't want you in any kind of danger," Tora said calmly and almost reassuringly. Kazumasa could still sense the hint of a taunt in his voice. He watched as Tora pulled out his cell phone and flip through his messages. Afterwards, the raven haired chef presented the message to him.

From Hiroto:
You're probably going to have to throw him down the cellar if he wimps out.
Don't let him turn around after all of that hard work! He better not break his promise!

"It's not going to collapse on us, right?" Kazumasa inquired skeptically. Tora rolled his eyes.

Behind the party of six, there was the sound of frantic shouting and commands. Saga immediately pulled at the left door with Aoi while Tora assisted Reita. At long last, the doors burst open, releasing clouds of dust and dirt. The escapees coughed wildly and violently, hoping that they weren't drawing attention, before jumping down into the cellar one by one. First it was Waka, then Kazumasa, Saga, Tora, and Aoi -- leaving Reita to shut the cellar doors.

All around him, it was pitch black and completely dark. Kazumasa could feel himself trembling in fear as his heart rate increased. The blood pumping through his veins was pumping much faster than it had when he was running for his life with the others earlier, but he couldn't stop here. It was too late to turn back around.

It wasn't too late to pass out though. Kazumasa couldn't seem to control his breathing no matter how hard he tried. They came out as short, choppy pants -- as uneven breaths dictated by his horror -- that seemed to weigh heavier and heavier. He tried so hard to stop quivering, to calm his heart, and to slow his breathing, but all of his attempts seemed to fail. He felt a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly to notify Kazumasa that he wasn't alone, but it did little to ease his mind. Rather, it seemed to add more terror. Even though he was aware that it most likely wasn't the guards coming to take him back to the main house, there was still a possibility.

A flicker of light caught his attention. He shifted his gazed towards where Aoi should be. Sure enough, there was a small flame conjured by Aoi's zippo. Saga had his hand on Kazumasa's shoulder. Tora stood behind them just in case Kazumasa would faint.

"This thing gets hot pretty damn fast. We're going to have to hurry out of here unless you have another source of light," Aoi warned sternly.

Everyone exchanged quick nods of understanding before picking up the pace. The others had also pulled out their phones in an attempt to light the path. Kazumasa sucked in a sharp breath only to have a small coughing fit when he realized he had inhaled more dirt and dust than necessary. His little episode earned himself small bits of giggles and chuckles around him, but he brushed aside the laughter and tried to focus on walking down the path illuminated by everyone's phones rather than Aoi's zippo. His heart rate hadn't slowed down though and his breathing hardly returned to normal. Everything within his body was still acting violently, and it only worsened with every step he took until Reita kicked open another pair of doors. Kazumasa instantly rushed out into the open. His brown eyes scanned his surroundings, finding that he was, in fact, in his front yard -- just outside of the front gates.

"There they are!" a voice exclaimed behind them.

"Hurry! Around the corner!" Aoi hissed before leading the group down the street.

Kazumasa spotted two cars in wait for their arrival just down the street. Waka, Reita, and Aoi slipped into the first car, a white mini-van that gleamed in the dark -- obviously new. Tora then entered a sleek black car that was merely a shadow in the dark. Kazamasa recognized it as Hiroto's Gundam-nisque Nissan. However, before he could step in, Saga stopped him.

"Hiroto's not driving his car tonight. He's in the red one around the corner. Hurry, reinforcements will be coming any minute," Saga notified before pushing the heir down the street. Kazumasa glanced behind him, watching Saga slip into Hiroto's Nissan before it took off. The minute he turned his head, he found a slim red car in front of him with a design similar to one of a lamborghini. (Aoi's words, "Around the corner!" repeated in his head before finally clicking -- the command was meant for Kazumasa only.) The tinted window of the passenger seat rolled down, and the first thing he noticed was Hiroto grinning at him from the driver's seat. Kazumasa opened the door and slipped into the vehicle before slamming the door shut beside him. This car was a little bit more confined than Hiroto's Nissan, yet he felt fine with Hiroto beside him -- much unlike his venture in the cellar. He fastened his seat belt and stared at the blonde.

"How come you're not riding in your Nissan?" was the first question Kazumasa asked.

Hiroto pursed his lips as his feet pressed on the gas pedal. His eyes rested on the road, driving at a normal rate upon seeing that nobody was following them just yet. "Well, Saga, Reita, Aoi, and Uruha all agreed that it would be a dead giveaway if the guards figured out that I have a black Nissan with that very license plate. Uruha is driving my car right now. The white mini-van has been upgraded by Reita, looking even more like a kidnapper's vehicle, and is driven by Hiko. We're all going to different destinations. Saga, Tora, and Uruha are heading to my apartment to see if the guards expect us to come home. Waka, Aoi, Reita, and Hiko are driving to McDonald's to get something to eat. It's been a long day."

"Then where are we going?" Kazumasa inquired curiously.

"We are heading to Nao's apartment first," Hiroto answered, "to pick up Mogu and our bags. The three of us are going on vacation for a little while. Which hotel do you want to go to?"
Before Kazumasa could answer, Hiroto's phone rang. The blonde immediately answered it and put it on speaker. "Yuji, what's up?"

"We're taking roll call. It's the first time we've had a four way call, so I hope this works," the young man answered to Hiroto's question. "Uruha's group?"

"All of us are here," Uruha responded.

"Then Hiko's mini-van?" Yuji inquired.

"We're here," Hiko replied.

"Okay, then. First things first, the guards are beginning to move. As expected, they're focusing on the GT-R. We might want to speed things up and give them a chase to make you look even more suspicious," Chiyu spoke up. Before someone could make a smart remark about traffic, Chiyu added, "That might be impossible downtown, but who says you can't try? Go to the mountains. Uruha-san, you've always said that you'd like to take a drive in Hiroto's GT-R. Isn't it nice?" There were scoffs and snorts heard over the other lines, and Hiroto couldn't help but roll his eyes as well.

"I told you she was a beauty, Uruha," Hiroto commented.

"She's lovely," Uruha responded dryly.

Yuji then reverted back to the main topic, "There are still guards following you though, Hiroto, Hiko. Hiroto, you only have only one car tailing you, but you might want to shake them off without being too obvious. Just make them think you're a by-passer. I don't think they've noticed that Shou-san is there."

"And how are we supposed to do that?" Hiroto droned.

"Have you ever been to Nao's apartment before?" Saga argued pointedly from Hiroto's Nissan. "It's one hell of a pain in the ass to get there, Hiroto. Be creative. It won't be that hard to lose them because there's a lot of twists and turns in the way. Not to mention, you'll have to go through Shibuya crossing to get there."

Hiroto sighed before glancing at Kazumasa and hanging up on his teammates. He didn't want to hear anything anymore. Upon noticing Kazumasa's attire, he blinked -- once, twice -- before asking dubiously, "What are you wearing? Do normal rich people wear traditional clothing all the time or is it just you?"

Kazumasa laughed at Hiroto's comment. "I'll change, I promise."

"You don't have to," Hiroto told him. "It looks good on you -- quite normal, actually. So do I call you Kazumasa or Shou now?"

Kazumasa reached out for Hiroto's hand. "Call me whatever you want, Hiro-Pon," he chirped. "'Shou-nyan,' for example." A chortle rumbled from his throat as Hiroto's cheeks become slowly coated with pink.

"You still remember that?"

Kazumasa leaned over and pecked Hiroto's cheek. "Of course I do. It was too cute and random to forget," he teased. "Now...can I call you my lover?" The pink on Hiroto's cheeks morphed into a brighter red.

"Mm," Hiroto answered, "you can...as long as you let me call you by your real name every now and then. I mean, you know a lot about me, and I still hardly know anything about you. And people normally call me Kuroto... Well, only because the only people I know are people I see at night, so hardly anyone calls me 'Hiroto' anymore..." Hiroto stopped himself before he drifted off into a rant. He glanced at Kazumasa's amused expression before returning his focus to the road.

"Kazumasa is fine," he told Hiroto. "Names are just names after all."

Hiroto smiled, softly refuting, "Actually, I think every name is special," but his peace quickly faded away as he noticed a black van trailing them. "Shou," he said, "I won't crash. Do you believe in me?"

Kazumasa glanced at the rear-view mirror -- spotting the same van. "I believe you," he answered. "I'm also okay with roller coasters -- although looking down scares the shit out of me. Anyways, feel free to speed any moment."

Hiroto smirked. "I go faster than a roller coaster, Shou," he commented before making a sharp turn around a corner. Just when the van wasn't visible anymore, Hiroto took the opportunity to swerve in front of another car, a second car, and a third car. Just when the road was clear in front of him, he increased his speed -- although slightly -- to increase the distance. He glanced at his side mirror and then at his rear-view mirror.

"We lost them," Kazumasa confirmed before blinking. "That...really was kind of easy." He would have said that his father needed to get better, stronger security but that would mean the two of them would have gotten caught. Kazumasa smiled to himself. Wasn't this like eloping?

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The two of them traveled to Nao's apartment in silence, where the barista welcomed them openly and warmly. He gave Shou a brief hug, telling him about how worried everyone was, before inviting them in for a cup of tea to calm down Shou's stomach. "I'm sure Hiroto's speeding must have disoriented you! I remember when Sagacchi came back from Hiroto's first race! He was puking for hours just from being in the same car!" Nao cried as Hiroto idly played with Mogu.

Hiroto glanced over at a healthy Shou, who had already changed out of his yutaka and into a purple v-neck sweater with blue jeans. The taller man had also discarded his wooden sandals for a pair of socks and black boots that were now resting at Nao's doorway and was now sipping at the cup of tea. (Once Shou set foot within Nao's apartment, the barista had also suggested that Shou change to avoid stares before they were to leave.)

"I didn't speed so much this time, Nao-san," Hiroto protested as calmly as he could. However, the blonde quickly broke into childish refutes, "And Saga only puked for a few minutes -- not hours. Besides, you would have, too! Maybe you would have hurled for even longer than what Saga had! Anyways, the guards were just stupid enough to keep their distance between us. It's obvious I would use that to my advantage when they didn't even know where the hell we're going." He tossed the car keys to Nao, who caught them clumsily. "I'll leave the car we've come in here for Reita to pick up tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, okay," Nao answered with a goofy smile. "I'm just glad the two of you are safe and healthy. Invite me to your wedding, okay?"

Shou laughed as Hiroto spun sharply around -- refusing to face Nao with the obvious embarrassment on his face. "Men can't get married to each other in Japan," Hiroto grumbled.

"So all we have to do is move to America or another country that allows it, darling," Shou teased him, whispering the petname in his ear in a heavily accented English. Hiroto pushed him away lightly before sipping the warm green tea Nao served him. Shou didn't stop his teasing there though. He leaned over Hiroto's shoulder and grabbed his lover by the waist. Hiroto stiffened, wondering what Shou's next move was, before he plopped the smaller man onto his lap. "I heard that green tea is a stimulant," he whispered, "so I'm not letting you sleep tonight."

Hiroto nearly spit out the tea if he hadn't swallowed in time. Nao watched the scene with humor sparkling in his eyes. Hiroto grabbed his bag and set Mogu in it before standing up and exiting the room -- red-faced. Shou bowed to Nao and excused himself as well. He followed Hiroto out Nao's front door with his own duffle bag and walked side by side with his lover.

"How can you say those things so easily?" Hiroto muttered.

"Because I love you," Shou answered with a smirk, "and I really do plan to keep you up tonight. I've been waiting for quite a while now." Their fingers laced together in the dark. "You can't deny that, can you?"

"I can't," Hiroto replied, "because...I've been thinking about you in a romantic sense, too."

Shou smiled softly as he swung their hands back and forth energetically. "Ah, it really does feel like an elopement!" he chirped, causing Hiroto to giggle. "We've ran away, we've received our blessing from Nao-san, and now we're getting to the bedding~" Hiroto punched his lover lightly as the two of them shared chuckles.

It didn't take long before the two of them checked into a nearby hotel and snuck Mogu inside. As soon as they settled down, Hiroto slipped into the bathroom after preparing Mogu's makeshift bed in a distant corner. The moment he stepped inside the bathtub, he heard someone join him. Before he could turn around, Shou's arms already wrapped around his waist beneath the water. Soft kisses were bestowed on his already wet skin. Hiroto turned around and joined their lips together. The gentleness grew into something more fearsome, more passionate, as their tongues battled for dominance. Hiroto's arms wrapped around Shou's neck, pulling their bodies together, as their hips began to grind together.

A silent squeal left Hiroto's lips as he was picked up and carried like a bride from the tub before being plopped down onto the soft mattress of the king-sized bed of the hotel room. "Mogu!" he whispered to Shou -- concern for his puppy in his eyes.

"He's sleeping soundly now," Shou assured his lover. "It takes more than screaming to wake him up from his dreams, I found that out when I was playing a Final Fantasy marathon while you were out, but I bet you don't want to find out if that's true or not, huh, Papa?" Hiroto shook his head as his cheeks flushed with unbearable heat. He gasped as Shou's tongue snaked around his chest before his teeth were lightly pulling at a pink nub. Hiroto grabbed a pillow and buried his face to suppress a moan as Shou licked over his nipple, soothing it. The pillow was tossed aside, and Hiroto found himself facing Shou's devious smirk again -- lust evident in his eyes. He uttered only one word, "Relax."

Chaste kisses lined his collarbone, later transforming into Shou's marks. Hiroto's kiss-swollen lips emitted sinful, pleasurable moans stifled by the back of his hand as Shou continued to explore his body. (And, as Shou stated earlier, Mogu was still sound asleep.) A soft whine slipped past his lips as he was suddenly left cold. Shou had left his side to grab something from the drawer. Hiroto's ears picked up the sound of a squirt and a soft moan as Shou rubbed his own aroused cock with lubricant. His dazed line of sight glanced over to Shou's frame. His breathing became short and uneven as realization dawned upon his features.

Shit. Shou really wasn't joking about the bedding part.

...yet Hiroto wasn't completely unnerved by the thought.

Hiroto reached out for his lover as soon as Shou crawled over to Hiroto's side. He wrapped his arms around Shou's neck, climbing onto his lover's lap and straddling his waist, as the brunet inserted a single finger and began to stretch Hiroto's entrance. Hiroto whimpered as mild fear shot through his body. The touch was alien in a sense. After all, Hiroto hadn't ever thought of doing anything with a man until now. The blonde was soon eased by Shou's gentle kisses and his just as gentle voice that promised nothing but love and ecstasy. After his lover pushed him down against the bed, Hiroto felt a second digit inside of him, scissoring him lightly, and then a third, slowly thrusting in and out.

"Shou, just fuck me now," Hiroto whispered as he squirmed beneath the brunet. A gasp of surprise erupted from his throat as one of Shou's fingers brushed over a particular spot. He felt himself twitching and absolutely aching for more of Shou's touch.

"Are you sure?" he inquired skeptically, thrusting his fingers in and out slowly and purposefully brushing over that very same spot. "I have to prepare you carefully--"

"I want you," Hiroto protested, causing Shou to retract his fingers. Before the brunet could make the first move and before Hiroto began to second-guess himself, the smaller man eased himself onto Shou's erection, burying his moan into Shou's shoulder. Tears itched at his eyes as an electric pain shot through his body, eroding his nerve endings. Sleeping with a man was new to him, and he hadn't expected to be so excited, so aroused, and so afraid.

"You're tight, Pon," Shou whispered lasciviously. "Does it hurt?"

Hiroto gave his lover a soft nod. "I want all of you though," Hiroto whimpered as soon as Shou withdrew. Shou gently pushed his lover down against the bed once more though Hiroto's legs were still wrapped around his waist. He thrust in, steadily, giving Hiroto time to adjust, before his strength increased as they danced closer to the edge of pleasure. Hips grinded together as Shou pushed in -- hitting Hiroto's sweet spot time after time -- deeper, deeper, and deeper -- and as the sounds of skin against skin echoed about the hotel room. All the while, Hiroto could feel a familiar tension winding itself in his stomach until it was absolutely unbearable. He only had time to utter a mere, "Oh God," as he lost his tolerance.

Their voices resounded off the wall as their dance reached its climax, and Mogu's ears only twitched once, twice. White spilled across Shou's stomach as his own seed spilt within Hiroto.

"Kazumasa..." Hiroto called out as his lover collapsed beside him with a silly smile on his lips. His tiny hand stroked the outline of Shou's face in the darkness before he kissed him goodnight.

"Goodnight, Hiroto," Shou whispered back, grasping his hand and using it to pull Hiroto closer to his body. He wrapped his arms around his lover as if to guard him against the world. Their eyes closed at the same time, falling into a warm, gentle dreamland.

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A/N: I finished my classes yesterday, so I was pretty excited. The first thing I did was volunteer work for the high school's graduation. I didn't really expect to be sorting papers for two hours as the first thing for summer, but it was fun, I suppose. There were a bunch of interesting teachers talking about cupcakes and coffee, hahh. Then I went home and finished Kamen Rider W since I was in a lazy mood (Kiriyama Renn is gorgeous, btw) and started OOO (yikes, I get a feeling I'm way behind on the Kamen Rider series) until I had to get ready for work. Now, today, I posted in the morning since I have plans later this afternoon and I'm free right now. XD

Anyways, relating to this chapter, Track 23 is the longest chapter of the story. Can you guess why? There's so much packed into this chapter, I couldn't bear to split it into parts. All I can say is "Finally!" The story is now able to develop since Shou and Hiroto aren't stuck in a stand-still anymore (I'm not the type to stay in one place for too long). What do you think will happen? Well, I can't really tell you. There's so many directions the story can head, but -- don't worry -- there's an ending. I can't say if it's exactly a happy one or not though. Also, the "Finally!" applies to something else, too. Can you guess? It's in the last section of this chapter. I'm sure many of you were waiting for it, too. ^0^" I'm not very big on writing smut since I'm the type of person who focuses on thought, progress, and development (geez, I think I'm becoming more of a doctor every day), but I hope it's at least satiating.

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