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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

His words of praise fell on deaf ears, barely able to understand what he was saying, focusing on his face.
 
Megohime let out a soft whine as he pushed into her, still sensitive from before. “W-Wait..” She tugged weakly at his clothes, warmth trembling around his cock already.
 
“..good..” She muttered, face flushed and her eyes hazy again. “Feels.. good..” She answered, shifting her hips to press into him.
 
Tears fell down her face as her back arched, letting out a moan as he continued, dripping with juices.
 
He continued like this for a while, enjoying her thoroughly before he finished with her. He helped clean her up and helped her to her room so she could sleep it off.
 
Megohime slept like the dead, waking late with a pounding headache, memory of the previous night blurry. Had she been drugged? She didn’t remember much, still too groggy to get fully out of bed.
 
Megohime sat up in her bed, looking to her night table and finding her daily dose of celebre. She took it and stumbled out of bed. She would have to send Akihime word today that she was being targeted, but that would mean getting in contact with Amaya. She would have to do her best until she saw her, getting herself straightened up before leaving her room for work.
 
She found it a bit odd that everyone was suddenly avoiding her, glancing and whispering as she went. Something was off and she could feel it in her gut, but if she let herself get in her feelings about it, she could put her life at risk.
It was no good, Amaya was no where to be seen, and she couldn’t exactly ask around about it. She would have little other choice than to just go about her duties until she saw her.
 
It took everything in Megohime to not drop her mask, wanting to vomit right there. “Good afternoon, Mr. Delaney.” She greeted with a bow.
 
She almost couldn’t help the confusion on her face, swallowing and offering a smile. “I feel much better, I just needed some rest, please forgive me for needing to do so this early into my employment, I promise it won’t happen again.” Was he trying to gaslight her? She didn’t have a clear memory, but the hazy snippets she did remember were most definitely not her being sick- weren’t they?
 
She bowed her head again. “Thank you sir. Please excuse me, I should get back to my duties.” She said, waiting to be dismissed.
 
Her mouth went dry at the question, getting the most vile feeling of Deja vu. “Of course, how generous of you to offer.”
 
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