Unaware, the woman spun around a corner and found herself caught by him too.
His arms wrapped around her.
She looked up at him with eyes wide.
He kissed her.
Girl. . .
This kiss was deeper than the first guy.
More urgent.
His hand cradled the back of her head, pulling her close. She stiffened for a moment—genuinely surprised—and then she giggled against his mouth.
Alright. . . .be careful. They have swords. Let’s hope they share.
When he released her, she stumbled backward with her hand pressed to her lips.
Two men.
Two kisses.
Her painted face flushed with delight.
She giggled again and rushed away, disappearing into the maze of miniature Tokyo.
The second man watched her go, and his expression was dazed. His body swayed like he'd been drugged.
He began to dance on his side of the display.
Spinning.
Reaching.
Lost in the pleasurable memory of her mouth.
The music shifted.
The drum beat faster.
The shamisen struck a more urgent note.
Both men began to move.
They pursued her through the city from opposite directions—weaving between buildings, leaping over bridges, following the ghost of her laughter.
So intrigued, I left the Dragon’s hold and leaned forward, wondering what would happen next.
When they meet up, are they going to have a big orgy?
The woman ran ahead of them, glancing over her shoulder with that flirtatious smile. She giggled as she ducked beneath Tokyo Tower, spun through Roppongi, her kimono blazing behind her like a comet's tail.
She thought it was a game.
She thought they were both chasing her.
And then the men reached the center of the display.
