She covered herself the more he undressed her, trembling out of fear. She tried to keep her eyes shut, finding it strange to be kissing someone who looked like Etsuko, but wasn’t.
She whimpered softly, nodding her head. “Please don’t kill me..” She begged, finding it almost painful to see such an angry look coming from Etsuko’s face.
She didn’t want to learn this, not from him, and she certainly didn’t want to do this with Etsuko with him watching. She clenched her jaw as he continued, soft noises escaping from her.
Moriko paid what he said no attention, doing her best to not react too much to his attention. She was starting the sweat, breathing becoming labored slightly.
She stiffened up as he pushed into her, letting out soft whimpers as he filled her. She found the feeling strange, but not painful, face flushed in embarrassment as she watched the wicked grin twist Etsuko’s expression.
It was haunting; seeing such gentle features hold such disregard and malice. He continued to move until he was fully seated, giving a low moan as he did.