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"Nanno."
Nanno rolls her neck, angles her head down so she can look Yuri in the eyes. Yuri is frowning. For all that she pretends to be above such things now, she still behaves so delightfully human.
"Are you even enjoying this?"
Isn't that just the question? Nanno doesn't do things because she enjoys them. She does them because they're necessary; because it's right. To derive some sort of pleasure from her acts of punishment would be a weakness—and yet Nanno will admit to occasionally finding human behavior entertaining.
Recently, though, something has changed. Humans have always been predictable, but now that predictability has become downright boring. She had hoped—briefly, fleetingly—that Yuri might change that. That she would be interesting. But even with Nanno's power at her disposal, Yuri has failed to live up to her expectations. Her idea of punishment is simplistic, almost painfully human—no better than revenge.
Unfortunately, Yuri is asking a different question. Nanno would be aware of that even if she hadn't punctuated the words with a delicate circling of her finger around Nanno's clit.
Really, though, the two questions are the same. Sex, too, is something Nanno does when it's needed, because it's needed. She has no particular feelings about it one way or the other.
But Yuri had asked, so Nanno had indulged her.
It's funny that Yuri still thinks herself clever, when in reality her motivations are pathetically obvious. The idea that Nanno would ever fall in love with her is laughable, of course, but her plan to turn Nanno mortal by making her feel human emotions is interesting enough that Nanno is willing to watch it play out.
And so here she is, on a plastic lawn chair with her legs spread, Yuri kneeling between them. Her face is in shadow, head outlined like a halo by the light of the crackling housefire behind her. Inside, her latest victim—and the woman is truly Yuri's victim; Nanno hadn't deemed it necessary to kill her—is still screaming, though the smoke filling her lungs will soon put an end to that.
"Why?" Nanno asks. "Do you want me to be enjoying it?"
She doesn't wait for an answer before dropping her mouth open with a moan, rolling her eyes back, forcing the muscles in her thighs to tremble—
"Stop that." Yuri pulls away, sitting back on her heels and putting both hands on Nanno's thighs. She twists her lips into a pout, widens her eyes and looks up through her lashes in a way she must think is endearing. In truth, it reminds Nanno of a dog begging for treats—but then they do say old habits die hard. "Don't pretend."
Nanno lets her expression turn flat, her body going still as she drops the act. "Then what do you want, Yuri?"
"I want you to admit that it's different, with me," Yuri says.
Nanno tilts her head to the side, raises her eyebrows in an exaggerated performance of shock. "Oh?"
"Come on, Nanno. We're connected," Yuri surges onto her knees, grabs one of Nanno's hands and presses it against her chest, over her heart, "Can't you feel it? There's a part of you inside of me."
It's true that there's something between them, a thin red string keeping them bound together, but it's hardly the kind of connection Yuri is implying. She's either deluding herself or lying as part of her plan. Most likely the former; if she knew Nanno could cut that string as easy as she put it there, she would almost certainly attempt to run away.
Indulging this fantasy of hers might be for the best. No matter where Yuri might run to, Nanno will be able to find her—but she wants to keep her close, to see what she'll become. If Yuri runs she will have to kill her, thereby removing her last source of entertainment from this world.
Yuri bites her bottom lip. She's clearly starting to doubt the efficacy of her plan—so Nanno leans in and kisses her, briefly presses her own teeth into the imprint left behind on Yuri's lip.
When she pulls away Yuri is smirking, confidence restored.
This is what Yuri will never understand—sometimes you have to give humans hope. Otherwise, there's nothing to take away.
Yuri presses a kiss into the hollow of Nanno's throat, drags her mouth across her uniform shirt until her head is level with Nanno's crotch. She hesitates only for a moment before spreading Nanno's labia apart with the fingers of one hand and licking daintily at her clit. The near complete lack of pressure makes it obvious she's never done this before. Nanno is mildly surprised Nana or Tuptim never ordered her to do something like this for them; they must not have swung that way.
Nanno mostly has sex with boys who don't care about her pleasure. Teenage boys are by and large impatient, too obsessed with taking to give anything in return. The few boys willing to perform cunnilingus tend to be womanizers; as a result they're confident, their movements sure and practiced. If nothing else, Yuri's evident inexperience is at least novel.
In a way, that's what Nanno had been hoping for when she first met her: something new. Something exciting. The vague hope that something exciting might still be to come is the only reason Nanno hasn't killed her yet.
Slowly, Yuri grows bolder, slotting her mouth properly against Nanno's cunt. Her tongue pushes against her clit with more force, quick and sloppy strokes that once again bring to mind a dog. Nanno doesn't fight the impulse to pet her head, digs her fingers through her hair to scratch behind her ear.
She wonders if Yuri knows that she's merely traded one leash for another. This plan to kill her suggests at least some awareness of the way they're tethered together. Perhaps that's the real reason she hasn't attempted to run, why she's doing this—because she knows she will never truly be free until Nanno is out of the picture.
Nanno could simply let her go, of course, but that would defeat the entire purpose of giving Yuri access to her powers. She wants to see what she does with them.
Still, Nanno wonders if it might be better to put a stop to this now. At one point she may have seen a spark of potential in Yuri, but the more she observes the girl the more she starts to doubt that she will ever grow beyond her petty human habit of holding grudges. Perhaps keeping Yuri alive will only lead to unnecessary suffering, the deaths of people who would otherwise have repented.
Would it be better to kill her now? It would certainly be easy; just a thought and the flow of power would shut off, like closing a dripping faucet. Yuri would be mortal again. Nanno would be able to kill her.
Nanno stares into the flames as she toys with the idea of leading Yuri into the burning house, holding her head close to the flames until her tears evaporated. Shutting her in long enough that she too would start to choke on the smoke before opening the door at the last second; giving her a sliver of hope that her final moments might not be.
It would be poetic, for Yuri to die the way her victim did.
Yuri detaches herself from Nanno's cunt with a wet pop and grins up at her. "You got wet all of a sudden." There's pride evident in her voice. "Am I doing well?"
Nanno looks back down at her, lets her expression soften the way it wants to. She's always had a soft spot for dogs.
"I don't hate it," she says.
A rather lackluster response, but apparently enough for Yuri. She hums contentedly, leaning her head against Nanno's thigh as one curious finger makes its way towards her hole. It slides in easily, as does the second finger. Yuri crooks both of them, searching for a reaction Nanno debates giving her but eventually decides against. Hope is one thing, but she can't let Yuri believe she's won already.
Yuri is undeterred by Nanno's face remaining blank; she closes her lips around Nanno's clit and sucks even as her fingers continue to thrust. Nanno doesn't seek out pleasure the way humans do, but her body is still capable of orgasm; slowly, the heat of impending climax starts to build in her abdomen.
Nanno continues to pet her head. She knows Yuri will consider it encouragement, is proven correct about that assumption when she speeds up her thrusts, starts sucking so hard her teeth scrape against the side of Nanno's clit. Clumsy and eager to please—though it's more likely that she's just eager to see her plan come to fruition.
Not that it ever will. No matter how entertaining Yuri may occasionally be—if she really crosses the line, Nanno will simply kill her.
With a twist of Yuri's wrist and the press of her tongue, Nanno climaxes. Yuri works her through it, then pulls away and takes her fingers from Nanno's insides.
"There," she rises onto her knees, leans her head against Nanno's shoulder, "You felt it, right? It's different with me."
Unspoken: I'm different. I'm special. I'm not like other humans.
Except she is, of course. That sense of superiority, of being above her peers, is one of the most human things about her.
But Nanno isn't going to tell her that. She stays quiet and continues to stroke Yuri's hair. For a moment she considers returning the favor, clipping yet another leash to Yuri's collar to keep her close. Then she considers, again, killing her; quick and easy, before she causes any more harm.
Yuri hums, sounding happy and satisfied. Certain that her plan is well on its way to working.
Nanno smirks. Maybe, just maybe, Yuri will turn out to be interesting after all.