[ She won't be able to go back to work like this. She'll be lucky if she can so much as leave the house for another week until they fade. There's no way Ai of B-Komachi could be seen in a state like this without everyone knowing exactly what she really is. Part of her thinks that's just fine. Part of her wants to jealously guard every bruise, scratch and bite - because so long as no one else sees them, then just for once, something can finally be hers and hers alone.

Well. That's not quite right. Nothing about this is just hers anymore.

He's indelicate. He's never gentle or kind to her. He's never once been cruel. She's spent so much of her life trembling in fear of pain and she knows he could hurt her more deeply and more easily than anybody else. But it's been so long since Ai's been afraid of him that she's forgotten how it felt. ]

Mmn- kiss me again like that. Anywhere, all over- [ The only time she gives him commands like a proper Master and it's for something like this. She really is an intolerably filthy woman. ] I don't care how many bruises you leave. I just want to feel you. Please.