They're perfectly matched.Houji: Logically, they should destroy each other. That would save us some trouble.Soujirou: I want Mr. Himura to win. Then, ...e could settle what we started on the Rengoku. But, if Mr. Shinomori wins, what are you going to do, Mr. Shishio?Shishio (smiling): Then, if I killed Shinomori Aoshi, I'd be the strongest.(In the library, Aoshi and Kenshin square off for the attack.)Sanosuke (thinking): This is it, Kenshin and Aoshi's final match! Aoshi's holding the kodachis. I was still kissing her, but the location had moved from her mouth to her breasts. One then the other fell victim to my hot kisses and tiny bites.“Fuck yes,” she moaned as my finger found the opening between her legs. I continued to mangle her breasts while I fingered her slippery entrance. In a few minutes I was out of control, and didn’t have a single intelligent thought. I was just reacting to her slightly chubby body’s clues. I definitely had control of her, but she was guiding me along a. Every evening I had to serve as a companion for a guest. As a companion, I was, essentially, the guest's sex slave or toy. I am still surprised at how compliant I was, but suspect it was a part of my treatment. My second stop was the farm. I don't know what the women here think of me and how we cared for them. The day after my arrival I was shown tapes outlining our responsibilities, and what the punishment would be for not succeeding. The whippings I mentioned earlier were the mildest. It wasn’t that Gina was all that hung up on him specifically per se. True, he wasn’t born with magic and despite that had been picked by said ghost’s brother to inherit magic all the same. No, not that. Maybe just the fact that the exact moment she found herself the slightest bit curious, the carpet had been ripped from under her. That stung.“What am I even doing here?” she asked as she rolled from one side of the bed to the other.This must’ve been what a saltwater fish felt like when it was.