[Video, Accidental] Junpei is used to Shadows, but...
[The forge is on, inadvertently. The image on the screen in dark, a black rectangle, framing a slightly less-black rectangle. The silhouette landscape of a body lying in a bed. It shifts. It moans.]
Irene.
[It's the voice of a teenaged boy, Junpei Iori. He sounds groggy. Just falling asleep, or just starting to wake.
A moment or two of silence. The body in the bed rolls over, mutters again.]
Irene... stop it... This isn't right... I...
[The inky shape morphs, stretches... transforms. There's not just one body in the bed. There is another, a female, judging by her voice:]
Not right? How can this be wrong, Iori?
[She leans into him. You can hear them kissing. Junpei protests a little... But just a little.]
Irene...
[And not much protesting anymore...]
Mmm, Irene....
Irene... I..
Wh.. Huh?!
[He bolts upright. The light flips on. Junpei is shirtless, covered in navy blue blankets to his waist. To his left is... Not Irene. She's a pretty, sophisticated-looking girl, with striking long red hair, wearing a uniform, the kind a modern Japanese school girl might wear. The buttons of her crisp white shirt are undone, almost to her bellybutton.]
Mitsuru-senpai?!!
[His jaw drops. It drops further when he realizes they are not alone. Another girl moves into frame. She's pretty, too. Girly, reddish-brown hair, a different uniform. While caressing Junpei's back, she speaks:]
What's the matter, Stupei, is it too much for ya?
[Junpei gulps, eyes wide, he turns, tries to scoot away from her.]
Yukari-tan! What the?
[He's moving away from Yukari, but the girl named Mitsuru blocks him, wraps her arms around him.]
You've always wanted this, Iori. You've always wanted us. Don't deny it.
[Her tone is playful, a little devious.
Yukari crawls toward Junpei, teasing.]
Yeah, don't knock the good thing you've got going here.
[She giggles. It sounds oddly dark.
The girls have arms around him, fingers in his hair, kissing at his neck, shoulders. Kisses turn to nibbles.]
Come on guys I.. Oh, jeez...
Wait, how did...
[He's interrupted by a deep kiss on the lips, which muffles his sudden, loud yelp, and protest.]
HFF!! NNH BHTTNGH!!
OW!
St-top it!
[Mitsuru has clamped her teeth on Junpei's shoulder. Yukari licks Junpei's palm, then sinks her teeth into his wrist, and he screams.
Junpei is struggling. He bucks. He kicks. A crash, and the light goes out. Junpei's objections, an occasional scream. The girls are just giggling, teasing the boy.]
Cut it... OWWW!!
Leave me alone! Stop it! Ahh!
[You can make out the shapes on the bed, rolling, undulating... A sudden movement.]
Come on guys! [Junpei's breathing hard.] Get offa me! I don't wanna use th-OW! NO! STO-AAAAHHH!
[A metallic ring. One of the girls screams. A loud noise SLAMs from the forge and it cuts off.]
Irene.
[It's the voice of a teenaged boy, Junpei Iori. He sounds groggy. Just falling asleep, or just starting to wake.
A moment or two of silence. The body in the bed rolls over, mutters again.]
Irene... stop it... This isn't right... I...
[The inky shape morphs, stretches... transforms. There's not just one body in the bed. There is another, a female, judging by her voice:]
Not right? How can this be wrong, Iori?
[She leans into him. You can hear them kissing. Junpei protests a little... But just a little.]
Irene...
[And not much protesting anymore...]
Mmm, Irene....
Irene... I..
Wh.. Huh?!
[He bolts upright. The light flips on. Junpei is shirtless, covered in navy blue blankets to his waist. To his left is... Not Irene. She's a pretty, sophisticated-looking girl, with striking long red hair, wearing a uniform, the kind a modern Japanese school girl might wear. The buttons of her crisp white shirt are undone, almost to her bellybutton.]
Mitsuru-senpai?!!
[His jaw drops. It drops further when he realizes they are not alone. Another girl moves into frame. She's pretty, too. Girly, reddish-brown hair, a different uniform. While caressing Junpei's back, she speaks:]
What's the matter, Stupei, is it too much for ya?
[Junpei gulps, eyes wide, he turns, tries to scoot away from her.]
Yukari-tan! What the?
[He's moving away from Yukari, but the girl named Mitsuru blocks him, wraps her arms around him.]
You've always wanted this, Iori. You've always wanted us. Don't deny it.
[Her tone is playful, a little devious.
Yukari crawls toward Junpei, teasing.]
Yeah, don't knock the good thing you've got going here.
[She giggles. It sounds oddly dark.
The girls have arms around him, fingers in his hair, kissing at his neck, shoulders. Kisses turn to nibbles.]
Come on guys I.. Oh, jeez...
Wait, how did...
[He's interrupted by a deep kiss on the lips, which muffles his sudden, loud yelp, and protest.]
HFF!! NNH BHTTNGH!!
OW!
St-top it!
[Mitsuru has clamped her teeth on Junpei's shoulder. Yukari licks Junpei's palm, then sinks her teeth into his wrist, and he screams.
Junpei is struggling. He bucks. He kicks. A crash, and the light goes out. Junpei's objections, an occasional scream. The girls are just giggling, teasing the boy.]
Cut it... OWWW!!
Leave me alone! Stop it! Ahh!
[You can make out the shapes on the bed, rolling, undulating... A sudden movement.]
Come on guys! [Junpei's breathing hard.] Get offa me! I don't wanna use th-OW! NO! STO-AAAAHHH!
[A metallic ring. One of the girls screams. A loud noise SLAMs from the forge and it cuts off.]