Jeanne was perfect in every way, save for the occasional streak of jealousy.
Her body most of all. It belonged to the exceptionally sensitive type, and no one understood that better than Leon, who had "communicated deeply" with her more times than either of them could count and by now knew her better than she knew herself.
Right now, with his palm doing nothing more than resting lightly against her waist, Jeanne had already gone soft all over. A wave of tingling swept through her, and her whole body shivered.
Watching the Holy Maiden with her face flushed red, her little head all but steaming, Leon produced a black lace-patterned blindfold from somewhere. Then his hand slid from her waist down her spine and back up, stroking gently over the nape of her neck.
And then...
He shot a meaningful smile at Rose, who was perched on his left thigh watching the show with obvious interest.
The next second, his left hand pressed down with a deft little motion.
Rose's eyes flew wide in shock, her gaze full of confusion, but before she could get out so much as a single word, she went limp and fainted into his arms.
In the last instant before her consciousness sank into the dark, only one thought surfaced.
She didn't understand.
They'd agreed to "play" with Jeanne together.
So why...?
On the other side, taking advantage of the gap while Jeanne kept her head shyly bowed, Leon used the same trick, a light pinch, and she was asleep before she could react at all.
Holding the two women slumped soft and boneless against him, Leon's mouth finally curled into a smile of satisfaction at a job well done.
"Heh heh heh. Rose, oh, Rose..."
"Whatever it is you're scheming, right now you've fallen into my hands..."
The thought of the "game" ahead dragged the corners of his mouth up and up.
...
Deep in the night, snow came down thick outside the window.
Inside Leon's bedroom, though, a subtle, faintly rose-tinted haze hung in the air.
On the soft, wide bed lay a figure fitted with leather cuffs and a collar, her eyes covered by the lace-patterned black blindfold. Her sky-blue hair, no longer bound in its everyday braid, had come loose like a waterfall spread across the sheets.
She wore gray yoga pants and a black midriff-baring camisole, and under the dim light the outfit traced out every line of her proud figure. That alluring shape, that flushed and flawless face, that lazy, heavy air about her, one glance was enough to seize and hold any man's gaze.
This was a woman who could be called perfect, inside and out.
And the restrained beauty was none other than Rose, whom Leon had ambushed and knocked out.
Leon stood at the bedside, looking down at his "handiwork," and nodded, pleased. Then he shifted his gaze slightly, to the figure beside her.
Another lovely form lay there.
Thin white knee-socks were drawn up to just below the knee, the faint tone of her skin showing through. Above them, a plaid pleated skirt and a spotless white uniform blouse with a ribbon bow at the collar.
Today Jeanne wore a rare schoolgirl outfit, western-cut and prim.
Set against the evening gowns and the everyday clothes, uniformed Jeanne, paired with her identity as the Holy Maiden and the same blindfold, collar, and cuffs as Rose, made for a sharp contrast, and it gave her a flavor entirely her own.
JK Holy Maiden, bound, in white knee-socks.avi
...
The two of them slumped together on the bed like this brought Leon not only the finest of visual pleasures but double the fun besides.
Ding.
Leon took the specially hoarded bottle of Stimulant Elixir from the desk and gave it a gentle shake. His gaze roamed back and forth between the two women.
A few seconds later, it settled on Rose.
"A man says it, a man does it."
"Besides... with Jeanne's body being as sensitive as it is, elixir or no elixir the result's about the same. She won't last half a round either way."
"This first one, better to let Rose have the experience. The effect'll show clearest that way."
His mouth curled. Leon stepped in and knelt on one knee at the edge of the bed. He pinched Rose's cheeks gently apart and tipped the elixir slowly into her mouth.
Even unconscious, Rose instinctively frowned, her throat working faintly...
Until she had swallowed every drop.
Leon ran the pad of his thumb across her soft red lips, wiping away the residue that had spilled onto her neck, her collarbone, her cheek. Then he switched off the magic-stone lamp and, in the deepening dark, waited quietly for the elixir to take hold.
The system's formula did not disappoint.
Barely half a minute after Rose had drunk it down, her cheeks had already flooded a deep crimson. Her proud body writhed of its own accord, snakelike, and shudders ran through her at intervals as if she'd been touched by a live wire.
"Ngh, guh...!"
Her lips parted, and a soft cry slipped out. Only just come to, all it took was her thighs brushing together by accident to spark a tingling that reached all the way to her soul.
Sharp as she was, she understood at once what had happened.
She tried to open her eyes, and the light she expected never came. She tried to lift a hand and was held fast by the cuffs. The collar at her throat, the black blindfold... in a heartbeat Rose had worked out exactly the position she was in.
Then, fighting down the softness coursing through every inch of her, she turned her blindfolded face and aimed it, precisely, in Leon's direction.
Her red lips parted, her voice sweet and coaxing but carrying a thread of danger:
"My dear Mr. Leon~~"
"Would you care to explain... what exactly is going on here~~?"
Leon regarded the sight of her, skin flushed crimson from head to toe, biting her lower lip against the strangeness rolling through her body, breath coming quick and shallow. He smiled, slow and knowing.
"What's going on? Isn't it perfectly obvious?"
The words weren't out before his palm settled over the firm, flat plane of her belly, taut from all her training.
"Yaaah...!!!"
Rose let out a sudden scream.
The next instant she arched her neck as though electrocuted, her waist bowing up off the bed, her crimson-painted toes curling tight, her whole body seizing out of control.
Shivering, tingling, flushed.
After a convulsion that shook through her like a jolt of current, Rose went abruptly limp, collapsing back onto the bed. Her cheeks were flushed rosy, sweat sheened her skin, and she could do nothing but drag in one great gasping breath after another.
"Ha, ha, ha..."
Beneath the blindfold was a pair of moist, alluring eyes.
For Rose there was nothing left in her head but blank white. Her body had gone soft and boneless, as if she were floating somewhere up in the clouds.
And the source of all of it was no more than Leon laying his palm against her belly.
"No, no, don't touch me...!"
"My dear... I'm begging you!"
"If this goes on, I... I really am going to break..."
It was the first time Leon had seen Rose reduced to such a pitiful state.
Ordinarily she was the perfect, faintly wicked big sister, unhurried in everything she said and did, her voice always trailing into those long, lazy endings.
But now... the woman who was forever in perfect command of herself was pleading with him in a tone that came near to begging.
A contrast that stark set Leon's urge to conquer boiling over in an instant.
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