Chapter 7

The ring on Sayuri’s biceps began to sing. It was loud enough, finally, that she could hear it among the profuse swelling and squirting of the little goddess under her fingers. “Who’s your master?”

Moon cried, shook, shivered. Her body was so still it looked unnatural, almost ill, and it was doubtful the goddess could even process her own thoughts under the violent sounds of the splashes exploding out of her cunt. Sayuri made things a little easier by withdrawing her fingers from Moon’s sex, and then the splashes diminished somewhat—though a cloud of steam began to rise more densely from the poor, overtaxed cunt, whose lips were red like ambers.

Moon felt a tremendous agony swell inside of her, as if her heart, lungs, and throat were about to explode in three, two, one, “YOOOU!!!” She cried. The room trembled. “YOU ARE MY MASTER!!!” Then, she stiffened. For one, two, three seconds she suffered, and then... “AAH...!!”

A powerful cry, soon dead. Sayuri had forced her fingers deep into Moon’s cunt again, and the fingering resumed with the mighty of the gods.

No joke: Moon felt as if she were a common woman being fucked and fecundated by twelve stallions. She tried to cry, but almost always she failed. Whenever she could cry, it was a long and painful... “ROOOOOAAAR!!!”

And her cunt spewed juices out like seven hydrants gone bust inside of her womb. “Who is the owner of your cunt?”

Moon made visible efforts to answer her, but her body didn’t allow her. Everywhere her muscles were being electrocuted. Everywhere her nerves were being fried and her bones bent and her tendons nearly ruptured by such an intense electric current of orgasms the goddess was left with only blackness in her mind—and inside this blackness she saw clearly, from flash to flash to flash, her brain being fried, and juices drowning her brain into steamy cum. Her own cum. Overflowing into her skull.

Such were the images in her mind as she passed out multiple times. Sayuri looked only bored. “Who is the owner of your vagina?” She said clinically, torturing that cunt with supersonic speed. “This womb?” She penetrated her with ease and began to finger-fuck her straight on the cervix her fingers were a penis. When wrapped around together like that, indeed, they had twice the girth of a stallion’s cock. “Are you trying to cover your womb from me?”

As she fingered Moon’s cervix so masterfully, unleashing sexual techniques in there that Moon couldn’t even keep track of, the woman suffered, stiffened, and began to bend and turn on the ottoman like a poor little girl under exorcism.

Sayuri counted at the tip of her fingers every single nerve of Moon. «Five hundred trillion, two hundred and eighty-four billion, three hundred and ninety-nine million, seven-hundred and sixty-six thousand, two hundred and eighty-one nerves around your cervix.» She processed such numbers instantly; more instinct than actual thinking. «Awesome. You’ve three times the nerves I have, and countless times more nerves in your cervix than an average human being has in his entire body.» She began to over-stimulate the cervix with about two hundred sexual techniques all at once, and Moon’s voice disappeared altogether.

“...!!”

Her body shot up. Wroom!! She bent herself upward: head and heels on the ottoman and belly as high as it could reach without breaking her spine, forming an arch.

“Right now, Moon, I want you to know...” Sayuri spoke to her calmly, finger-fucking her cervix beyond madness while combing her own hair casually with her other hand. “I’m only stimulating fifteen percent of your nerve at sixty-percent capacity. I am going to increase my power to seventy percent, alright, until you give me an answer.” There was an intense shivering in the body, like an iron rod stuck by a hammer. “Do you hear me, Moon? I will get an answer for you—and I’m not your sister. Or Merida. Or any of the other Maidens who actually give a fuck about your well-being.” She leaned down closer. Closer! And whispered with glacial fire in her voice: “I have no qualms in breaking you. And break you I will.”

She gave no warning. Boom! Her fingering increased to her set amount, and Moon’s cervix melted away under the touch like butter.

Moon wanted to cry, by every inch of her body was stiffened. She was harder than any metal, frozen like a statue. Even the intense ejaculation of her pussy decreased a little—perhaps because the room itself was so full of her cum that the goddess may have tapped the end of her reserves, but most likely because the orgasm was so strong even her sex itself seemed confused, stockpiling as much cum as it could for the worse storms that it know was sure would come.

Moon’s cervix, which up to that point tried to defend the honor of her maiden, becoming almost as strong as the materials that made up that room, that entire palace, crumbled away like dust. Sayuri’s fingers penetrated Moon’s womb, and she began to pound it vigorously. “My arm is a cock. Feel my virility.”

Moon cried. The image of horses pounding her tight little cunt. That’s what she saw so vividly, and that’s what was happening. “YOOOU!!” Much to Sayuri’s surprise, her cry came from her frozen throat. “YOOOU!!”

The Asian mistress didn’t relent her finger pounding. Moon felt her womb rising and falling, each thrust sending up above her belly button. “You what, exactly?”

Cold tears ran down Moon’s cheeks as she bellowed out: “YOU ARE THE MASTER OF MY CUNT!! YOU ARE THE OWNER OF MY WOMB!!”

Her breasts were lactating profusely. Torrents of milk came from under her robes before splashing loudly and full of dense fumes on the ocean of her cum by the divan’s feet. Two mountains rose on the robes around her chest—mountains whose cores were all made up of Moon’s profuse milking; her ferocious tit-ejaculations, which were probably in the order of several gallons a minute by now.

“Good. Good.” Sayuri relented, pulling back her fingers, and “merely” fingering the goddess like innocent, casual sex between curious girls. Moon resumed her cries, and her body was freed to shake and quiver in the intense, but more bearable agony of Sayuri’s “sixty percent” power levels. “You’re stronger than I thought.” She moved her head back up, and her face was icy cold again. “Suffer.”

Her fingers became a blur once more, and the cries of Moon died and burst in higher and higher volumes—half the time the goddess was shut, half the time crying her guts out, and every cry stole her breath, and her lungs were set on fire, because it was too much! “OOH ... SA...!!” It was too, too much!

The ring on Sayuri’s biceps began to creak again. Ting! Tink! The splashes of squirt on her finger and her arm, with long, powerful sprays sometimes washing over her abs and chest, were a nice cooler for the intense activity of her arm muscles, where she could finally sense some stretching, some true effort coming from her fibers. Sayuri drew a deep breath and her gaze, if not only cold, was determined. She was finally putting herself into that activity—and she would need to take it a little more seriously if she really wanted to rupture that one and final ring.

“I am sorry, Moon.” She said, not even looking down at her spasming goddess. “I will have to do it. I will have to see what happens.” Then, she did glimpse down. “One a couple of women survive me at this level of fingering. Mind you, I’m still only exciting a portion of your erotic nerves. Quite fewer women survive me at my strongest—and only the Headmistress ever saw me pushed to my limits. You ... you’re not at my limits, but you’re not far away either.” She nodded. “You were a strong warrior. I wonder if you are strong enough, though, for the level of fingering that will rupture this divine titanium ring.”

Moon cried, squirmed, shook herself like a rabid animal, and her pussy squirted and squirted and squirted gallons of thick nectar. Sayuri’s fingers battered her with cruelty and expertise. It was hard to see, of course, from a common human perspective, how delicate and tactful she actually was with that otherwise senseless battering: each finger stimulated a precise section of nerves everywhere in her pussy, be it lips, inside walls, cervix, or even along the internal womb walls. Each finger unleashed one of about five thousand sexual techniques Sayuri had long mastered—two thousand of which were exclusive to her knowledge, and a thousand of which she had developed herself.

Moon shouted, panted, grasped around the sheets, shouted some more, and cried, cried, cried. Sayuri did not relent anymore. “Sa-!!” She desperately tried to form the woman’s name, but no longer could.

Sayuri took some pity on her reduced form. “Oh, my beautiful.” She calmly fondled Moon’s hair. “No.” She took her hand back. “No.” She said to herself, and her eyes were steel cold again. “Suffer.”

She straightened up, raising her head and shoulders, and then... brooom!! Her fingering exploded into new levels of cruelty and brutality. Moon shouted her lungs out, collapsed unconscious, gasped and writhed for air, woke up again, shouted and cried, and the level of her squirting only slowly and slowly grew.

Waves spread out along the antechamber’s floor. Waterfalls fell everywhere they could. The ceiling—two hundred feet high—dripped with stalactites of woman nectar; the juice so thick that it could actually form such cavernous structures. The columns and pillars dripped with female cum. The entire room had been turned into a wet structure; a self-contained ocean where one could row decent-sized boats at some points. And the wetness only grew, for Sayuri’s fingering no longer relented or paused for even the briefest moments.

The ring sang. She could feel the cracks along its structure. “Hmm.” Her eyes rolled up gently and a smile budded on her lips. She was enjoying herself. “Goddess...” Her enjoyment was deadly to Moon: her pussy-battering became less mechanical and more passionate, which meant that nerves that were being purposefully left untouched before were now being excited without her even knowing—her heart was the one in charge now, no longer just her brain.

And her heart was deadly! Moon’s body shot up and convulsed again in those extreme electrical discharges that were almost too intense for her to take. The strength of her bones was being severely tested. She tried to scream, but she was now mostly silent: her jaw was wired shut. Her face was livid with fear, and the tears streamed endlessly and unbroken from her glass eyes—eyes of pure, absolute terror.

The ring sang louder, and the cracks began to spread. Crack! Crack! With her free hand, Sayuri touched herself on her belly, her breasts, fondled herself along the length of that incredible arm and felt its muscles. Hot muscles. Hard muscles in constant motion. A faint steam rose from them, for she truly was a machine. “Hot. I’m so hot.”

The battering of the pussy only grew and grew and grew. Sayuri, however, managed to control herself in the nick of time. “Hmm.” Looking at the pained Moon, she controlled her mastery—though not her intensity—and resumed only giving that woman a “standard” fingering, making her contort and wail again in cries of ecstasy and pain.

The cracks grew. The ring was now finally splintering. The warrioress prepared herself. “When this ring ruptures...” She was going to tell Moon exactly what was going to happen to her: the build of pleasure inside of her; the intense piling of sexual juices; how hard and hot her womb was going to explode, etcetera.

Yes. She was going to tell her all this, but Moon seemed beyond listening now, and all talk seemed beyond purpose, so Sayuri just ... fingered the fuck out of her.

And fingered. And fingered. And fingered.

Moon’s cries died and tears multiplied. Too much! Too much pleasure! Too intense! Too maddening! Too damning!

Sayuri’s fingers made the sound of engines roaring. The squirting and splashing had become profuse. Booms came and booms went, and after every boom it was like a wet bomb was going off in the goddess’ womb, with mighty splashes exploding everywhere, not just in one direction, and hitting Sayuri’s otherwise motionless, stern face.

The ring creaked, cracked, and began to splinter on one band. So close now! Sooo very close now, she was!

“Uuurh!” Sayuri expelled steam from her nostrils. She was breathing hard and constantly. Sweat, not just girl cum, dripped from her forehead. Easy it was, considering all the arousal, to forget that the Japanese demigoddess was at the heights of her physical performance: to rupture a divine titanium ring was no slack, even for a Monster like her. “Very well!” She fingered—and fingered and fingered and fingered—and saw the rupture on the ring grow, its tension shiver near a point of explosion, and the build-up...

... oh, the build-up! The building up of juices inside of Moon! The piling up of pleasure, the warming up of all her nerves simultaneously, readying her for her most extreme collection of orgasms yet!

Sayuri took some of her milk with her free hand and spread it over her own face. The milk was not just delicious, but had some healing qualities Sayuri very much desired in the moment.

The ring creaked and cracked and bent. It was taking the oval shape of her biceps now; no longer constraining the muscle, but melting and being shaped by it. «Hell, yeah!» The goddess thought. «I’m such the fucking stud!»

The ring creaked. Tziiim! Shards of metal flew from it at superspeeds. Bang! Bang! Wherever they hit, they were like bullets: they would have made holes in the place were the place not a special structure, an All-Out building.

Sayuri puffed columns of steam. Moon, at her hand, was feverish. She was spouting nonsense and taking very short, erratic breaths as her belly began to slightly bulge out—even sooner than expected. “You want to cum?” Sayuri muttered.

Moon was experiencing probably a thousand orgasms a second. A thousand orgasms the least of which already outranked the strongest orgasm she had ever felt before Sayuri, and still... “Yes!” She nodded and whimpered. Those orgasms were nothing. Nothing, she knew it, compared to the orgasms that would come before. “Yes ... mommy ... please...!” Her eyes, a little more life in them as she turned them to Sayuri’s. “Give me cummies!”

Sayuri smirked. Her fingering seemed to increase tenfold. The ring creaked and creaked and cracked and then...

She withdrew her fingers. Moon was left in a state of total confusion as the demigoddess stood up and stepped away from her. “Sorry, Moon. You’re not strong enough to take these orgasms.”

“NOOO-OOOH...!!” Moon cried, yet her cries lasted half a second before it died under the intense, almost bone-crackling waves of pent-up energy. Her orgasms ... it was strange. She was still orgasming, that’s for sure, but she was also piling up that type of sexual tension that can only come from the longest, most torturous session of teasing. Sayuri had given her her most powerful orgasms yet, but her build-up to even strongest orgasms was cut short, and now she was frustrated, and she was angry. “SAYURI!! NO...!!”

Just as her cries were rising, a door was burst open. Wrooom! The waters of Moon’s milk and nectar flowed out of the room with the sound of a loud, coarse flood, and from the gaping gates came Sun, towering over both women with incredibly beautiful robes of white.

Sayuri looked at her. Her stern face was only slightly moved. “Sister Sun.” She bowed slightly. She didn’t even feel the urge to hide her naked, uber-muscular arm from the newcomer, like a criminal hiding the smoking gun. If anything ... she maintained the hardness of her arm, making sure Sun saw every strained band of fiber, every ribbed slab of muscle.

The ring around her uber-swollen, super-hard biceps was kept in a state of permanent tension. In the slightest moment, one felt it, and the thing would shatter into a million pieces, like glass.

Sayuri walked calmly away from Moon and around the divan. Sun, standing by the door, was caught up on her own breath: “S-Sayuri.” She raised a hand to her lips. She had stammered! Whatever stern front and “bad cop” persona she had planned to put for Sayuri, it was now blown.

She had never seen so many juices in a room—at least not when produced so quickly, and from a mere section of fingering! «It c-can’t be just fingering, right?» She tried hard not to show her shock, not to let her body visibly shake. «S-she must have done m-more than ... oh!» Then her eyes met Moon. «Oh!»

Moon was both frozen and shaking in the most electric manner possible. Her body was stiff, again like iron, as if every joint had been frozen and her skeleton was just one long, unbroken metal rod, yet her shaking was so intense that the divan shook with her, producing a constant humming sound that became more disturbing when it joined with the other painful sounds of her throat: her whimpering, her yelping, her begging for release! “S-S-S-Sa...!!” Always she tried to beg for Sayuri’s mercy; to get her long-promised release! Always she whimpered, always she begged, and always she was rejected.

Sayuri moved calmly by her side. “I will be frank with you, Sun: I think your sister is strong enough to take this orgasm I built up for her.” She stopped in front of Moon, laying her hands on her hips and smiling. “I think she has what it takes to withstand them all—for the hours and hours they will take—but I just don’t feel like it.” She stepped forth. She was between Moon’s legs now and her body was washed only by thin, erratic spews of cum. The squirting itself had miraculously ended. Moon’s whole body was shaking and trembling in expectation of an orgasm Sayuri had no intention of giving her.

Sayuri lifted up her left arm and showed Sun her nearly ripped ring. «Damn, she’s hot!» Sun almost gulped. «She’s so fucking hot and ... is this a divine titanium ring? Yes! It is a divine titanium ring, and it’s almost broken!» Her heart sank. Her eyes went to Moon, then back to Sayuri’s mighty arm. «Goddess! Do you really mean to say she nearly broke this ring by just ... j-just... » Too late: she shivered! «By just fingering the fuck out of my sister??»

Sayuri smiled. “I see you trembling.”

“I’m not...”

“Quiet, Sun.”

And Sun stood quiet. Sun. Stood. Quiet! Her mind was red with fury. She had entered that room with the expectation ... no, with the obligation of being the one in charge there, and with two words from Sayuri...

She. Stood. Quiet.

Sun felt an invisible force restraining her. She managed to maintain her strong, intimidating posture, but the intent behind this posture was long gone, for she could no longer move a muscle—other than those of her eyes. Eyes, yes, which rose to see Sayuri lifting up her mighty arm, then stretching it straight and turning it around to show her every inch of its muscles, every bit of shredded muscularity she flaunted in that near-perfect physique.

Sayuri was showing off to her like an Alpha male—and she was falling for it like an eager kitten while Moon cried and whimpered, begging for release. “Anything ... anything...!!” Her cries were long, painful, and almost indecipherable. Ultimately, this is what they amounted to: “Anything you want!! I will do anything you want for you to end this fucking pain in me!!” Her eyes were a constant stream of tears! She could barely blink them! “Releeease!! Fucking releeease, oh, sister!! Release me, pleeeease!!”

Sayuri had them. Sayuri had them completely! “A fine fuck, you sister was.” She pulled back her forearm. She gave her biceps a mighty flex. CRACK!!

The ring of divine titanium shattered. The strength and tension of the material could not be understated: as one of its shards hit Moon right on the belly, the goddess squirmed, and her torso and legs were lifted off, if only briefly, just like a person’s belly moves back and their extremities move forward due to the momentum of a strong punch to the gut. The other shards flew around like bolts of lightning. One blink of an eye and they were gone! All that was left was Sayuri’s now free, naked arm, and its muscularity seemed to increase by the second, and the demigoddess walked to and fro flaunting it so arrogantly, seeing a faint column of smoke rise from the tip of her biceps where the ring once stood.

“Amazing, am I not?” She turned her eyes to her new prey. “I wonder what this baby can do to you.”

A surge of willpower burst through Sun’s every limb. Sayuri had overplayed her hand. Maybe that had been her intention. Maybe her arrogance did get over her head. Whatever it was, for a brief instant Sun saw the opportunity to regain control of her body, of her muscles, and she snatched it like an arrow flying through the air. “Sayuri, what did you do to my sister?”

Sayuri relaxed. Her smile was open and disarming—and, gosh!, what a smile it was! What perfect teeth, oh my! “I built up enough orgasms to last through a lifetime. Not for her, of course.” SMACK!! She slapped Moon’s hips like she was her little bitch. “But for a common Maiden? Sure.” She pointed down at Moon almost like a scientist showing off her experiment. “She’s now suffering under the pent-up energy and repressed orgasms I stockpiled on her womb. If you knew how many of her nerves are being overstimulated right now...” Her smile was a thing of demons! “ut you don’t, little Sun, for you don’t have the proper expertise, and if I told you the number would just fly over your head.” She winked. “You know surprisingly little for a being so shockingly strong.”

Sun raised her head. She felt beneath her skin the shivers again. Sayuri was intimidating! She was scary in a way Sun couldn’t quite put her finger on. «There’s something about the way she moves. Something about the way she talks... »

Adjusting her senses, Sun saw a thin aura of gold rising from Sayuri’s body. The aura was strongest inches away from her skin—from her awesome, jaw-dropping muscles—like an invisible armor around her, and there seemed to be an intense, golden shine coming from her underbelly—for that blessed sheet of muscles covering the core of all Maidens’—and all women’s—powers. «Pure sexual energy.» Sun admitted, and in admitting it she found more strength within herself to face that predator.

Sayuri paced around slowly. Her eyes were truly ravenous. “No matter.” Sun’s voice boomed powerfully, and for a moment everything seemed to move by her command. “We’ve got a feast tonight.”

“Oh, you and this blighty feast.”

Sun ignored her. “Be decent. I won’t be delayed any further.” She looked at her lover. “Will Moon be okay soon?”

“Depends on what you mean by “soon”, my liege.”

“I mean thirty minutes, tops?”

Sayuri scoffed. “She won’t be ready in thirty months if I leave her like this.” Her hand came down to Moon’s belly, which she rubbed with love and tenderness.

“AAAH...!!” Moon screamed. Juices squirted out loudly from her pussy. Mighty sprays, even. Sun drew her breath, for the sight of her lover’s squirting was always something that threw her off balance, no matter the circumstances.

A lot of envy, even wrath bubbled up in her. «This filthy whore...!» She seized up once Sayuri’s knowing eyes turned up abruptly to hers.

“I see.” The ladieswoman smiled. “You’re jealous I’m making your bitch cum, aren’t you?” Sayuri lowered her hand to Moon’s pussy, and Moon cried out in endless agony, “ooohs” and “aaahs” of a whore at the edge of her sanity. “That this pussy now belongs to me?” With the gentlest of flickers...

“OOOOHH!!” Moon cried, then squirted hot juices on Sayuri’s body.

Splash-splatter-splash!! Sun was angry, but also couldn’t properly breathe as she saw ... ooh! ... so many juices ... exploding into Sayuri’s hands, splashing all over her uber-muscular sexy arm and mighty wide, powerful torso. Splashes and splashes and more splashes of the naughty stuff. And so thick and nice-smelling as well! Pure pheromones in liquid state. Femalehood liquified.

“Who is the owner of your pussy?” Sayuri asked calmly.

“YOOOU!!” Moon answered desperately.

Sun was taken aback. There was no longer any way for her to hide the shock and awe—and rising rage—that swirled like a boiling soup of emotions in her heart. Disappointment and sadness also kindled in her eyes, for those words were truly hurting—in ways she herself never expected they could ever be.

Sayuri was all-knowing, at least when sex was concerned. “You never thought anyone else would own your girl like this, did you?” She turned those ravenous, jet-black eyes back to her Maiden: “Who is the owner of your womb?”

Moon didn’t miss a beat: “YOOU!! IT’S YOU!!” She only stopped crying because she had a whole lot more shivering and shaking to to. Waves of orgasm ravished her body. Sun saw each one of them, like violent ripples on a lake. “YOU YOU YOU!!!” Moon tried to catch her breath whilst she cried. “N-n-now please, m-m-mommy...!!”

Slap!! Sayuri gave her a mighty slap in the face. The fucking disrespect...!

“Now, I’m not your mommy.”

“D-daddy??”

“Ain’t your daddy, either.” She leaned forward, and her scent intoxicated Moon as her body nearly crushed the poor little girl, with the Asian demigoddess’ mouth exhaling her breath so very close to Moon’s ear: “I am your master. What am I?”

“MY M-MASTER!!”

“What am I?”

“Y-Y-YOU...!! ARE MY MASTER!!!”

“Tell Sun this.”

Moon tried very painfully to look up at Sun—something impossible given her position and general state of sexual despair. Still, she tried hard, and her bones could be heard creaking even as far as the opposite side of that room. “S-she’s m-my master, S-S-Sun!!”

“Am I your master just now?”

“N-N-NO!”

“Am I your master ... when?”

“N-N-NOW AND F-F-FOREVER!!”

Sayuri stood up. She raised her eyes confidently, and then her eyebrows higher as she found not an enraged or humiliated Sun, but a rather ... indifferent one.

“Your games bore me.” Sun waved away at them both. “Whatever you two do, do it quickly. I want you both on our table in twenty-five minutes or else I will drag you myself.” She cast a very angry glance towards Sayuri. “And I want my sister back to normal. As functional and fair as a woman who’s been thoroughly fucked the night before and is now waking up after a long, relaxing night of sleep.” She heard Sayuri’s cocky chuckles. “I suppose this is a problem?”

“There is no waking her up from this now. No coming back from these heights, not without some couple of hours of...”

“Sayuri, cut it.” Sun was decisive. “I know what you are. What you...” She cleared her throat. “Are capable of.” She straightened up again. “I know that in your vast library of sexual techniques you have an antidote to this poison you put on my sister’s body right now.” Her eyes were growing heavier and darker. “I hope you use it, otherwise force will be used against you.”

Sayuri raised her eyebrows, made a rather impressed face. “Feisty, are we?”

Sun merely huffed. “I haven’t spent five hours preparing myself or six hours getting this whole banquet ready just so you two horn dogs throw it all away for a quickie.”

“It wasn’t so quick.” She purred.

“It isn’t my concern.” She growled. “Finish it off.” She couldn’t hold a little smile. “Finish her off, and then hurry.” One final growl so that her threat was well understood: “I want her conscious and well during the feast, alright?”

“No.”

Sun was impatient. Deep inside, though, she couldn’t be too mad: «I’m rather proud of myself, actually. For the supposedly “strongest of succubi”, Sayuri is rather tame and under my control.» She took care that this pride wasn’t her undoing, however, and answered quickly: “Twenty-three minutes. You will be there before time runs out.”

“No. I will not.”

Sun seemed to grow. “Do I need to be forceful?”

Sayuri giggled. The poor and quaking, orgasming Moon was abandoned. Her cries died in the ears of the two women as Sayuri walked slowly around her divan and toward Sun. Her smile was both innocent and predatorial. There was something about Sayuri’s shimmering black eyes that always tempted, oh!, always threatened to hypnotize Sun, to put her under Sayuri’s spell...

... but Sun resisted those eyes just as she resisted all else. Her body was in her control. She wouldn’t be falling for any more tricks. “Do not do this, Sayuri.”

Sayuri’s grin became a little wider. “You earned me.”

Sun made the grave mistake of asking: “I earned you?”

Grave mistake. Those were exactly the words Sayuri was hoping for. Without a word of her own, Sayuri raised her left hand towards the right arm. Though a bit ragged and damaged no doubt by the rupturing of the three rings from before, the sleeve was still on, and almost just every bit as strong as the rest of her Maiden uniform.