Chapter 6

Sun was in a jolly mood, but her love for Moon couldn’t let her enjoy herself fully. “Moon was not serious, was she? Oh, it was merely a joke.” Many sisters came and went near her, lots of them Over-Maidens, but also lots of them common Maidens of pretty standard power levels. She talked to them all, however, as if they were equals, and the sisters themselves treated Sun as no different than the weakest novice just about to start her first day in the Academy. “Yeah, I showed her my body, but it was all fun! I knew she was strong enough to take it, so ... well, I did it.” She tried to remain as still as she could as the sisters came and went with long, endless silks around her body, wrapping her beautifully like a giant present, making her shine with resplendence greater than a thousand suns upon endless flowery hills. “What a little tease between sisters?”

“I think, love of my heart, that you’re still trying to find excuses for yourself.” One sister came and lifted up her arm, and around it she began to wrap the silk in the most ornamented, complex ways imaginable, creating a work of art that would shine and dazzle on its own, but that was quickly dimmed by the even greater works of art the other sisters were doing on Sun’s body with the silk. “You know you went overboard and now you’re trying to find support. Some reinforcement to say that “oh, no, sister, yeah, you’re right, it was all just a joke, no harm involved.””

“Ah, Helene!” She stuck out her tongue and laughed. “You’re no fun.”

The sisters laughed as the door opened and, behind the long row of sisters who came in with miles worth of expensive silk, Merida walked in cooly and calmly, causing only a minor commotion as some sisters squealed with joy upon seeing her.

“Helene is right, but that doesn’t mean you’re also wrong.” At least four sisters groomed Sun’s hair, sculpting it into a complex masterpiece of shining golden threads. “You should have warned her a little, prepared her somewhat for what you were about to do...”

“Oh, but there’s no fun in that, Siyaj!” She rubbed and tickled her sister under her chin. “What’s the point of the tease, then?”

“It’s not a proper tease, sister, if you don’t do it right!” And the dark-skinned Indian beauty slapped Sun lovingly on the cheek, and both their faces were drawn together until they were rubbing their noses on each other’s cheeks. “The way you did it, it was too much, too soon. It’s not proper to treat a sister like this, especially when she was so happy and dancing at the peak of her victory.”

“Well...” She was tempted to cross her arms, but then reminded herself (quite reluctantly, even) to stay as still as she could. “I had to take her down a peg or two.” She was then drowned by the open, wild laughter of all her sisters, so much laughing that it eventually got her red like a bell pepper. “What? Oh, what is it, you little fiends?”

Many sisters came and pinched her by the cheeks, playing with her face while mocking her near her ears: “Oh, oh, sister Sun, you’re one to talk!” They played with her make-up and messed up her hair on purpose. “There’s not one second when you don’t love reminding us of how much strooonger you are, how much more pooowerful and peeerfect your genes are, and how much fiiiiner your blood is compared to ours! Not! One! Second!”

“Ow, stop it, girls!” Giggling, she slapped her hands away from her hair, and the sisters who were combing it answered with a mixture of impatience and joyfulness, aiding their goddess in sending the other away, yes, but laughing and giggling as they did it. “Seriously, no, ow, leave my hair alone! They’ve been working on the comb for hours, haven’t you girls?”

“Hmm-hmm.” The four women hummed in sync, and a fifth woman soon joined their hands, carefully laying out some bejeweled pins on that gorgeous, breathtaking ocean of gold.

“Arrogant Sun, cocky Sun! The one day you were humbled, for once, you tried to take it back on poor Euridice, who couldn’t even enjoy her victory, the poor thing!”

“Girls, you’re supposed to lift my spirits up, you know?”

“Wirls, ur upose twu leef me speereets ahp, yu knuwn?” Another sister came to her side, mocking her words. “Yes, ah, yes, because we’re just servants of the goddess here, aren’t we?”

“Oh, my goddess!” One came tickling Sun on her arm. “Would you like your butt kissed? Would you like me to lick your pussy for you?”

“Huh! You wish you could lick my pussy!” She slapped that sister away, yet she only caused more laughter as the sister rolled around in a dramatic manner, joined by more sisters in mocking voices:

“Oooh, help me! Help me, sisters!” She “fainted” on the arms of three sisters on her back. “I’ve been hit! Sun is berserk! First Euridice, now me! Oh, oh!”

“You clowns.”

“Oooh, now she insults me! Sun is out of control!”

Many sisters came tickling Sun on her arms, her sides, and then goddess was soon laughing, for all of them knew her most sensible spots. “S-stop it! Oh!” She slapped them away, but they only rolled and hopped around laughing louder. “Stop it, you fiends, I mean it!”

“Seriously, you naughty bunnies, stop it.” The five sisters on Sun’s hair sounded like the balance to keep all others in check. “If you ruin our work, we’re going to be really angry at you—and not the fun, sexy type of angry.”

“Sorry, Mamara.” Several sisters kissed them on one cheek.

“Sorry, Julia.” Several kissed them on the other.

“Arrogant Sun, cocky Sun!” One sister grabbed Sun by the sides and hugged her, climbing her body up like a pole and then rubbing her nose on hers. “Admit it that you went overboard.”

“Mmph!” Sun moved away, lifted up her head, made herself difficult. “I didn’t.”

“You are arrogant. Euridice did score one over you, and this made you mad!”

“Mmph.” Sun kept looking away, keeping up a proud face, but no longer said anything, and two other sisters climbed on her like little monkeys, each on one arm.

“You think you are better than us. Well, you are, but you’re no supposed to show it.”

“It is only the natural way of life.”

“Common life, but not Maiden life.” One sister bit her on the earlobe, then kept munching on her ear and giving her tingles as she spoke: “You always act like you’re better than us and make us feel bad.”

“I don’t! I’m the sweetest of us both. Way kinder than Moon, I am.”

“That’s where you’re wrong: sister Moon and cocky—openly cocky, that is—but she’s honest. She shit-talks us and teases us relentlessly, but this comes from a place of love, not arrogance, and we all take it easy because we know she’s being honest with herself ... unlike you.” Sensuously, they closed in their hug and rubbed themselves on Sun’s body. Their fertile, nubile physiques, with such ample forms and silky skins rubbing so hard and constantly against Sun’s mighty body, oh, it caused have her womb tickles and made her breath apace. “You act like you’re all cool and sweet, “just like one of the girls”, but you’re not. You’re even more arrogant than Moon, but you try to hide it all. Worse yet, you think so little of us that you think we don’t notice it, or that a couple of your ... mind-melting orgasms ... that you give us every night just with your fingers...” Now, their own breaths were lost, and the girls were taking Sun’s hands and giving her kisses. “You think that’s all you need to make us forget any slight, like a rich woman throwing scraps to her servants and calling them even.”

“Well...” Sun tried avoiding their gazes at all costs. “Are you complaining?”

All the sisters laughed—including the ones combing Sun’s hair. “I knew it!” They boasted. “That’s how you think of us, right? As your mere servants?”

“Well...” Sun straightened up her posture. “You are.”

And the sisters laughed, oh, they laughed, but upon the dying of their laughter they cuddled with Sun more amorously, purring and kissing her as if to say thanks. “That’s it, sister! That’s more likely how you should be behaving.”

“Then I wouldn’t be me.” She lifted up her chin again, casting down upon them an arrogant look. “I would be Moon.”

“You should try to be you while also taking what’s best from Moon.” One sister pulled her arm then played with it like a rope. “Right now, we all kind of prefer Moon over you.”

“You don’t!”

“We do, because Moon is brash and honest, quite shameless about, which makes her sooo damn sexy for us, like an Alpha male!” And the giggles died out, becoming instead quite secretive chuckles that the girls traded with one another, like whispered under the blankets on a girls sleepover: “Not to put womanhood down, but a good Alpha male once in a while send my eggs to heaven!”

“A good fucking cock seeding us full ... oh, sister, now I’m horny!”

“We will be talking no studs tonight, alright?” Sun sniggered. “You shall all be talking about me, okay?” She looked at herself in the mirror and ... really, quite honestly, she had a hard time not falling in love with her image. “This is my night! And I look amazing!”

Many kisses came up on her body, from her sides to her breasts to her collar to her neck to her chin and then her cheeks—but always avoiding (oh, the tease!) her lips. “That’s the spirit, sister. You’re our goddess! Act like it!”

“You girls are no fun.”

“We’re all the fun and you know it.” They kissed her and kissed her and kissed her on the cheeks until she was giggling, then laughing, then almost losing her balance with laughter. “Send us away if you don’t want us. You can’t, because you can’t live without us.”

“Arrogant little ... twats!”

More laughter. “Two long-beaked birds don’t kiss! You hate when we act all arrogant because you’re arrogant yourself! There’s nothing a cocky person dislikes more than seeing their same cockiness reflected on another person!”

“You really enjoy dressing me down, huh?” She looked around and attempted some giggles—giggles that sounded like chuckles of consolation. “You fiends. The irony is not lost on me that you’re dressing me down while, heh-heh, also, dressing me up.”

“We dress your body up and your spirits down.” One kiss.

“We love you, sister.” Another kiss.

“But because we love you so much...” A kiss on the nose.

“ ... we make sure to keep you humbler.” A kiss on her cheeks again. “Well, not humble, but grounded.” They rubbed cheeks against cheeks, purring and making Sun smile. “You don’t know it, but many powerful sisters go crazy with loneliness if they’re allowed to rise so high above their sisters. We keep you metaphorically down so you don’t have to ever experience this type of detachment—which is a sad, pitiful thing to see.” They whispered: “You know some of our Madres who are like this.”

“Indeed.” They heard the rumbles—very faint, but still perceptible enough—and were reminded of “Sayuri. Our sister herself is kind of falling into this ennui.” They kissed and kissed and kissed their sister Moon, mewling in her ears an anxious request: “Please, sister Sun, you should later go to their chamber and, you know ... put Sayuri on her place a bit.”

“Oh, oh.” She mocked them. “I thought you were the ones with all the experience for this.

“Not with Sayuri, no, because ... to be honest...” They shivered. “Sayuri’s scary.”

“Yeah, she’s no chill.” Kisses and kisses and more kisses. “You and Moon are all chill, but Sayuri ... well, that’s just her personality. Always closed off and slow to make friends.”

“Must be her Japanese blood.”

“Don’t be racist, Rebecca.”

“At this point, is it really racist?” The sister crossed her arms, and her enormous boobs—gigantic even for her Maiden frame—jumped loudly over her forearms. “You all know that pretty much any Japanese Maiden, especially the high-ranking ones, are all introspective and, to be honest, stuck-up like this.”

“Yeah.” Some sisters reflected somberly. “Sun and Moon might be goddesses, but they’re individually god-like, whereas the Japanese Maidens are, like, collectively strong.” They explained themselves better: “When you’re a strong Maiden, even when you are a super strong Maiden, you rest humbly on the fact knowing that there was not a lot of rhyme or reason for your strength.” They looked at their arms and gave them gentle flexes, seeing their biceps engorge and rumble. “Maiden genetics is some crazy stuff! Two low-level Maidens, one from the Caribbean, the other from Central Asia, one scoring 150 Kymers (not a hundred and fifty thousand; a hundred and fifty, period!), the other scoring 200, might give birth to Monster scoring in the millions!”

“And a Monster, after taking the finest seed from the hardest of our Sigma Males, might spend her whole life giving birth to nothing but petty humans!” The sister covered her mouth as she received many stern looks from her companions, then took a bow and uttered: “Sorry. I meant to say average humans, but my arrogance did indeed show up. Anyway, you know what I meant: a beast like the Headmistress herself might spend her entire life—thousands of years of a lifespan!—and have no more than average humans ... only for later down the line, many generations into the future, these humans to star giving birth to Maidens of all levels of power! It’s madness!”

“I know, I know, but what does this have to do with anything, you silly nuggets?” Sun laughed, though her question was sincere.

“There is little sense or commonality on Maiden genetics ... unless you’re talking about the Japanese.” They said these in whispers, as if it was some kind of secret or taboo. “The Japanese are something else! If there’s one people, and only one person who has consistently nailed down fine-quality breeding, it’s them! Their population now is less than twenty million—for the whole isles!—, barely two percent of the global population, yet they account for fifteen percent of all Maidens—close to twenty if you only count recent births, and rising every generation.”

“Indeed, that’s scary. And that’s not even going into the topic of quality, where the Japanese blow everyone else out of the water...” She grabbed Sun’s biceps. “Even harder than Sun blew Euridice’s brains by getting all hot and naked before her!”

“Oh, you villains!” She rolled her eyes. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”

“Never!” They all shouted, and then the sound of laughter made the walls rumbled—but it wasn’t the laughter, not really.

“Damn! They are really going at it, aren’t they?” The sisters stood in silence and let the rumbles spread through the walls, quakes and vibrations turning the chamber slowly, but powerfully into the inside of a tolling bell.

Sun scoffed. “Common whores they are. Can’t even wait for the proper banquet.” As she looked herself in the mirror, a flame burned in her heart. “This must mean Moon isn’t so angry with me, after all.”

Her words reawakened the other sisters like a flicker to a powder keg: “Of course she’s not, you silly ray of sun!” They descended on her with their lips and surrounded her vast frame with her hands. “Moon is only, like, veeery authoritarian when it comes to it.” Their lips were constantly taking smooches out of Sun’s rosy cheeks, and her eyes as well, and bites were taken out of her earlobes, and then the sisters were taking her arms and giving kisses, bites, and little suctions on her fingers. “But she’s never really angry about these things, especially petty things such as what you did.”

“Ah-ha.” Sun gloated. “So you do admit it wasn’t a big deal!”

There were many claps and many a laugh, and one of the bigger sisters hugged Sun by her front and whispered into her ears: “Sun, my beloved, here’s the thing: Euridice had scored an awesome victory...”

“Mmph. Symbolic victory.” Sun was taken out of breath as the sister took her strongly, harshly by her chin, forced her to look at her in the eyes, and then stole from her a deep, hard kiss: one that began with merely lips on lips, and then had these lips moving around, moistening each other, and then saw the tongue of the sister invade Sun’s mouth, and inside that mouth consume her and devour her, getting a taste of her and a bucket of her saliva down on the sister’s throat.

“Oh, so sexy.” The smaller sisters encircled them like a pack of the world’s sexiest vultures. “I want me some!” The kiss was broken with a loud pop and smack, as well as wet sounds of saliva dripping from both voluminous mouths. “You two stay decent.” Whispered the big matrons surrounding Sun, preparing her body, getting her ready. “We spent two hours on the make-up.”

“I know, my sisters. Me and Sun just need a couple of seconds of tete-a-tete.” And quite literally the sisters moved onto Sun, laying her forehead on hers and whispering in her mouth: “You stole Euridice’s victory. This, sister, was your truly ignominious action.” Sun tried looking away, but... “Ah-ah-ah.” The sister caught her with a hand on her chin, pulling her head back, then a firm grip on her jawline, keeping her head in place. “Stop this, Sun. Act your age, for once.”

“Oow. Okay, mama.” Her voice had begun with slight sarcasm, but then it quickly died into a tone of serious compliance.

“Good girl.” The sister stirred Sun’s womb by speaking so low, so hoarsely, and taking another kiss from her lips. “So you know what you did wrong, right?” Sun still persisted! “Sun. Sun!”

“Okay, fine.” Sun rolled her eyes and spoke for all to hear: “I was a dumbbass. A jackass. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Done what exactly?”

“Oh, Marieanne, please.”

Marieanne’s hands groped Sun strongly by the back of her head, pushing her against her own head so that her eyes were piercing Sun’s intensely. “Sun.”

Marieanne was not only one of the bigger sisters in the place, and almost as tall as Moon, standing at 6 feet 5, but she was also Sun’s senior by a full decade—not really in her thirties, sure, but still mature enough to be given deference and preferential treatment within Sun’s entourage. “Sun!” When her voice resounded, Sun’s body shivered. And listened.

“Sorry, sister.” She groped Marieanne’s big, strong arms with her hands and felt protected by that sister’s powerful frame, her large and wide and muscular presence. “Euridice had won one over me and I was pissed. I was hurt. My ego was hurt, for...” She sighed. “I have a massive, over-inflated ego.”

“And why do you have such a massive, over-inflated ego?”

She couldn’t hold back her cocky grin as she answered: “Because I am Sun, that’s why, and just as the actual Sun I am the light of this system, the life-giver to all these planets.” She winked, and all nearby sisters could feel the surge in power of her body.

The room again rumbled. It was not then known if that bigger (and growing) rumble had something to do with the power surging within Sun, or if just with the intensifying fun between Sayuri and Moon far away. “Control yourself, Sun.” Regardless of its source, the bigger Maidens around Sun reprimanded her all the same. “No ripping dresses or undoing your make-up. Keep your power levels cool, please.”

“Yes, my mothers.” Sun answered respectfully, and everyone around her felt a quick cooling of the air, and Sun herself looked as if she was getting just a little smaller. “I am the most powerful being alive and the most powerful Maiden ever born—along with my sister Moon.” A demonic grim of pure power shone in her eyes. “Queen Gracyanne and Lady Imelda themselves wouldn’t have anything on me if they were alive and at the peak of their power.”

A couple of laughs here and there, but mostly silence throughout. The room rumbled and rumbled, and muffled screams and cries of utterly agonizing pleasure were heard dimly—but growing less dim and more vivid as time went on. “Easy now, Sun.” Marieanne bickered, though not without sucking and biting her lower lip. “You’re far away from your peak power.”

“No matter. I am the strongest, most beautiful, most powerful being alive. I am a god to all of you, hence my arrogance, which isn’t really arrogance, but just a very well-calibrated sense of my being and my place in this world.” She raised one hand and pointed her index down. “And my place is central. Like the Sun.” She raised her other hand, with her index pointing up, and then moved this finger in circles around the other index, which was firm and still at the center of its rotations. “I am the Sun. You are my planets, and all the petty celestial bodies that swirl around me.” Taking the air out of Marieanne, Sun grabbed her hard and strong by the chin with one hand, then lifted her up like nothing until her feet were dangling above the ground.

“Sun. Sun!” The sisters working her clothes and hair reprimanded her, but Marieanne stopped them:

“Is m’kay, sisses, is ... ugh ... m’kay.” She looked back at Sun, smiling as she was being lifted.

“I am god.” Sun’s biceps boomed and Marieanne’s body shook under her grip. “Worship me.” She then dropped the sister and sat herself down cooly and more comfortably again.

Marieanne groped her chin, massaging it to make the hurt go away. “That’s the spirit.” She turned back to Sun, hugging her by her front and laying her head on Sun’s expansive bosom like nothing had happened, and like Sun didn’t have the ability to annihilate her very existence—pulverize her body until even atoms she was made of were broken apart and scattered into quantum nothingness—with the flick of a pinky. “We love you, Sun, and we do worship you.” She kissed her sister under the chin. “But you do need to apologize.”

“Mmph.” Sun wanted to cross her arms, but ... oh, the dress! Oh, her breasts! Oh, all those hours of work and preparation! “Fine.” She looked down and kicked her feet around. “I will apologize to Euridice first thing in the morning, when she wakes up.”

“If she wakes up!” Some sisters danced around, and Marieanne (along with other bigger sisters) kicked them around in their butts like a pack of naughty mutts.

“And what are you apologizing for?”

“Oh!” She rolled her eyes, puffed out hot steam through her nostrils, pretending to be pissed, but answering Marieanne obediently nonetheless: “I will apologize for taking her victory away ... and ruining her big moment because of my pettiness. For I was jealous. I had been supplanted, made a fool of, which is something that rarely happens, and this got to my nerves, oh, this made my blood boil and...” She took a deep breath. The room cooled down—only to be stirred again by rumbles, quakes, and muffled warcries of unfathomable pleasure. “I threw a low blow at her, which is the reason she’s in the infirmary now, incapacitated.” Sun felt a little shame. She moved her hand to cover her face, but Marieanne took the hand and pulled it to her face, kissing it kisses on the back and palm.

“No need for shame, sister.” Her kisses were long, tender, both sensuous and motherly. They filled Sun with love, and soon the goddess wanted to share a bed with that mighty, wise Maiden, to let her top her and dominate her and lend her the wisdom of her greater age and longer trodden path. “Just acceptance.” Kisses and kisses and... “Go on.”

Marieanne’s eyes shone with emerald. Like her, she was blond, but her eyes were the other shade of beauty: green instead of blue, and a green almost as deep and rich as Sun’s blue. Eyes to fall in love with in the quickest glance. Eyes of perfection. Eyes that made Sun scream “Marry me!” for all sisters to hear, and that only didn’t take this confession of love out of the goddess because her heart, oh ... Sun’s heart, it...

It belonged to somebody else already. “I was petty, small, and vindictive. I showed my naked body to Euridice not because I wanted to tease her or play with her or none of the other lies I’ve been telling myself until now. I did it because I knew she would be overwhelmed, and overwhelmed she was, and she collapsed immediately, and I was filled with sadistic joy. I was a queen bee whose position of power was rocked, if only a little, and if only for the briefest of times, and I decided to take revenge on my perceived opponent with all I got—which I did, and now I feel terrible about it.”

“You feel terrible, sister, because we made you!” Swirled the other pussies around her like little bees of devilish naughtiness.

“Indeed. Yes. And this is why I am so grateful to you all.” She took the sisters by their hands and distributed kisses like they were candy on Halloween, and it was no time until the sisters were hopping and giggling and coming to Sun’s face so they could both kiss and be kissed by the goddess near the lips. And some of them, indeed, went to the sister’s feet and began kissing her there, for they felt no shame in what was, really, never humiliation, but proper worship to an actual God in the Flesh. “If not for you to keep me in my place...” She looked down at her feet, which were being so thoroughly kissed. “To keep me grounded ... I would have grown jaded and cynical by now.” Her gaze upon Marieanne’s eyes of endless emerald was the most thankful, even adoring gaze she had given anyone in many long months. “Thank you, sister.”

Marieanne and Sun shared a deep kiss, and Marieanne couldn’t help but swoon under that kiss, completely taken by Sun’s beauty and divinity, and her body scaled Sun’s whilst her right foot moved up, like a damsel completely enraptured by the kiss with her prince.

“Alright, you two!” Two sisters laughingly pushed Marieanne back down by her shoulders, and then vied for Sun’s body like many capuchin monkeys climbing a mighty tree. “Leave some Sun for us!”

They were scattered, however, by many sisters, who were beginning to feel disturbed in their work by all that commotion, and laughing and giggling they all hopped away under the Over-Maidens’ slaps and kicks, like monkeys that enjoy playing pranks of little tiger cubs, pulling their tails before running away from the bites. “Off you, off, off!” And the superior sisters were also running, and the room was a general aura of happiness everyone would be glad if it went on forever.

And forever it did go on, although not without some disturbances: the rumbles were becoming hard to ignore, and the screaming, however muffled by so many powerful walls, was now audible to all, and quite disturbing—both by their sheer intensity and length (screams that never ended!) and by the intense, distracting arousal they elicited on the sisters’ womb.

The topic, which had already been popping up here and there against the sisters’ wishes, became impossible to avoid: “So Sayuri is really doing a number on Moon, huh?”

Sun acted with make-believe indignation. “Daring of you to assume that a goddess is fallen to a mere human?”

“This “human”, Sun, is twenty years your senior.” They circled Sun slowly and smiled wickedly. “She’s got on her strong, muscular back a type of experience that raw power itself can hardly emulate.”

“Sayuri is quite scary—and not for the usual reasons a Japanese Over-Maiden is scary.” The talk turned into whispers, and Sun herself felt left out of a conversation—and madly eager to join in! “Our Headmistress herself cannot get enough of Sayuri’s mastery of sensual arts. She is stronger than the Japanese goddess by at least ten-fold, yet she’s addicted to her consort, like a puppy eager to please his master!” Many giggled, and Sun’s body gradually leaned into the whispers. “I heard she would have asked Sayuri in marriage if her heart had not already been stolen.”

“Stolen by whom, I wonder.” Many placed their fists on their hips and shook their heads indignantly. “She’s not engaged in one of those symbolic marriages, is she? Like she’s “married to the Academy”, or she’s “married to Utera Herself” or that type of nonsense?” Then... “Ouch!”

She was sprinkled water upon by another sister. “Don’t talk like this about our traditions. Not everyone is a horny corndog like you.”

“For the Headmistress, though, she must be. A woman so large, or so powerful...!” She fanned herself. “But maybe you’re right: such a pinnacle of womanhood, with a womb to make ours look like shriveled raisins in comparison, must really stand alone and refuse any carnal companionship, communing instead only with the gods and all these things.”

“If that were the case, she and Sayuri wouldn’t be seeing each other so often—and so vigorously.” The fanning and fawning increased, and the silence—safe for those constant moans and annoying rumbles—would have made a pin dropping sound like a gong. “You can hear the two go at each other even from the fastness of Mara’s castle, so far away.”

“They say the Headmistress never won one over Sayuri. Ever!”

Many giggles, some laughter, but mostly silence throughout, and then the sounds of many feet tiptoeing close to that sister, eager ears wanting to hear more: “That can’t be right, can it?”

“It is. They say the only times Lady Mara tops Sayuri ... is when Sayuri lets her.” In light of this, many heads turned up and around, following the booms and the thuds that now impacted the room like hammers on a bell. If that were some usual castle or raggedy palace, there would be dust and specks of wood falling on the sister’s head by now, so vigorous was the fucking that was transpiring many rooms away. “Sister Moon is in for a treat.”