Of Ezo Moral!1d4WGijdSc 2022/04/11 (Mon) 05:15 No. 41174 [Reply] ▼ File
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Izumi Kagenori, gray wolf, Scribe of Daitengu Immediate, stood motionless at the veranda of the judicial chamber. While his initial intent was to enter the chambers post-haste, retrieve the requested documents, and leave for the night, fate held other, more pressing affairs for him to tend.
The current Secretary of Daitengu Immediate, Shameimaru Aya, lay betwixt the scribe and his path, accompanied by several opened lacquer boxes and glazed cups, which were all strewn over the bamboo flooring. The man kept to the secretary’s peripherals, yet to futile attempt as she snapped her crimson eyes toward his padded footsteps. Drunk as the woman was, she remained ever vigilant.
“Oh,” he said in preemptive warning. “Good evening.”
“Yes, yes,” she said dismissively. “Good evening, indeed, Scribe. A sorry thing to say about a night’s meeting in the workplace.”
“Am I speaking to the lovely secretary that keeps herself polite, or the one that drowns herself in liquid sorrow?”
“Both secretaries are one and the same.”
“Okay.” He deemed this conversation over and instead moved towards the inner office. But before he could place aside the room divider, a stray leg blocked his entrance. Naturally, the scribe’s gaze trailed down the pearly thighs and onto the owner, but night winds forced his view astray. With but a gentle breeze, the only cloth that shielded the secretary from indecent exposure down below was blown askew, revealing far more than the scribe had initially predicted.
She revealed a cruel smile. “Oh? What is this, dear Scribe? Have your eyes laid upon something upsetting? Or could you be, dare I say it, ashamed?”
“Gah! Cover yourself already! ‘Ashamed,’ she says. There’s nothing wrong with being ashamed here. You’ve displayed your most private parts in the moonlight! And please, put on some undergarments.”
“Yes, Mother. There, I’ll fix myself. Are you happy now?”
The scribe offered a peek. Shameimaru, with slack expression, sat
wariza, with her butt planted firmly to the flooring, legs off to each side. She smoothed down her sash and
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