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{{Infobox transcript | {{Infobox transcript | ||
|act = 3shizune | |act = 3shizune | ||
|image=Shizune accidentally pulls Hisao.png | |||
|title = Closer | |title = Closer | ||
|characters=*[[Hisao Nakai]] | |characters=*[[Hisao Nakai]] | ||
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HISAO: (signing) "Oh, I see." | HISAO: (signing) "Oh, I see." | ||
NARRATOR: "I wonder if I'm included in that number. I want to ask, but am not even sure how I would. Shizune wags a finger preemptively, indicating that she won't be answering such a question anyway. She reaches for her glass, but doesn't seem to realize how far she's managed to inch away from it all this time. To prevent herself from tipping over clumsily, Shizune tries to grab on to me, and ends up pulling me on top of her. As I lean over her, I can feel the heat coming off her body and realize how close we are. I can hear her soft breathing and the slight rustling of her clothes as she momentarily fidgets about. A blush starts to creep into her cheeks, but her eyes stare straight into mine, dark and unblinking. It's the same look from the first time I saw her, piercing and devoid of any clear emotions. Just waiting to see what will happen next, like the eyes of a cat. It makes me feel uncomfortable, being looked at in such a way. This is the first time I've been so close to her for an extended period of time, and the mood is different now. The situation now isn't the same as a passing touching of hands or her and Misha's usual games. Shizune's fingers weave together tentatively, but she makes no move to sign. The look in her eyes isn't just nothing, like I'd thought. It's more like expectation. I wonder if maybe I've been following the string of her expectations this entire time." | NARRATOR: "I wonder if I'm included in that number. I want to ask, but am not even sure how I would. Shizune wags a finger preemptively, indicating that she won't be answering such a question anyway. She reaches for her glass, but doesn't seem to realize how far she's managed to inch away from it all this time. To prevent herself from tipping over clumsily, Shizune tries to grab on to me, and ends up pulling me on top of her." | ||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizu_couch.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
NARRATOR: "As I lean over her, I can feel the heat coming off her body and realize how close we are. I can hear her soft breathing and the slight rustling of her clothes as she momentarily fidgets about. A blush starts to creep into her cheeks, but her eyes stare straight into mine, dark and unblinking. It's the same look from the first time I saw her, piercing and devoid of any clear emotions. Just waiting to see what will happen next, like the eyes of a cat. It makes me feel uncomfortable, being looked at in such a way. This is the first time I've been so close to her for an extended period of time, and the mood is different now. The situation now isn't the same as a passing touching of hands or her and Misha's usual games. Shizune's fingers weave together tentatively, but she makes no move to sign. The look in her eyes isn't just nothing, like I'd thought. It's more like expectation. I wonder if maybe I've been following the string of her expectations this entire time." | |||
NARRATOR: "I feel her grabbing me by the shoulders and then gently, but firmly, pushing me off of her. I roll sideways onto the soft couch and pull myself into a sitting position less than a foot from her. The way I feel, she might as well have thrown me ten yards. When I think about it, this is perhaps one of the biggest drawbacks to sign language. Shizune said that the fact that you have to sign your words out with your hands means you have time to reflect on what you say before you say it. But on the other hand, it also means that what would normally just be an awkward silence becomes an insurmountable wall. I'd just blurt out something, anything, to try and dispel the tension I'm feeling right now if I could, but I can't. Ordinarily, I think that what would be normal would be to apologize, and maybe leave. But right now, I wonder if that is even applicable. I can't get past how guilty such an action would seem. Like I were just slinking away. Of course, it's not like I can just play it off like nothing happened, either. That would just be insulting to both of us. So, as much as I don't want to, I apologize quickly, so quickly I forget to sign it. Then I go back to my room." | NARRATOR: "I feel her grabbing me by the shoulders and then gently, but firmly, pushing me off of her. I roll sideways onto the soft couch and pull myself into a sitting position less than a foot from her. The way I feel, she might as well have thrown me ten yards. When I think about it, this is perhaps one of the biggest drawbacks to sign language. Shizune said that the fact that you have to sign your words out with your hands means you have time to reflect on what you say before you say it. But on the other hand, it also means that what would normally just be an awkward silence becomes an insurmountable wall. I'd just blurt out something, anything, to try and dispel the tension I'm feeling right now if I could, but I can't. Ordinarily, I think that what would be normal would be to apologize, and maybe leave. But right now, I wonder if that is even applicable. I can't get past how guilty such an action would seem. Like I were just slinking away. Of course, it's not like I can just play it off like nothing happened, either. That would just be insulting to both of us. So, as much as I don't want to, I apologize quickly, so quickly I forget to sign it. Then I go back to my room." | ||
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HISAO: (signing) "Very funny. It isn't even my room. It's your guest room." | HISAO: (signing) "Very funny. It isn't even my room. It's your guest room." | ||
<tabber> | <tabber> | ||
If | If Shizune saw Hisao's room (in Act 1: "Home Field Advantage")= | ||
HISAO: (signing) "Besides, you and Misha barged into my room once before." | HISAO: (signing) "Besides, you and Misha barged into my room once before." | ||
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NARRATOR: "Seconds later, something ties my hands together at the wrists, and I panic, not knowing what to make of this. My first thought is to ask Shizune what she's thinking. Even though she can't hear me, I'm sure she gets the gist of it. She won't let go of my hands, tracing her fingers over them, from the lines of my palms, over my knuckles, and to my wrists." | NARRATOR: "Seconds later, something ties my hands together at the wrists, and I panic, not knowing what to make of this. My first thought is to ask Shizune what she's thinking. Even though she can't hear me, I'm sure she gets the gist of it. She won't let go of my hands, tracing her fingers over them, from the lines of my palms, over my knuckles, and to my wrists." | ||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_tied_stare.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
HISAO: "Hey, what are you doing? What's this?" | HISAO: "Hey, what are you doing? What's this?" | ||
NARRATOR: "Or course, with my hands tied behind my back, I might as well be gagged. A part of me can't help but think that this is what she intended. As if reading my thoughts, a mischievous expression lights up her face, but her blushing doesn't fade. In fact, it only deepens when our eyes meet. Embarrassed, she leans deeper into our partial embrace, hiding her face by burying it in my shoulder and neck. Her hair is soft and tickles me, and I let out a laugh knowing that she won't hear me; won't be offended." | NARRATOR: "Or course, with my hands tied behind my back, I might as well be gagged. A part of me can't help but think that this is what she intended." | ||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_tied_smile_small.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
NARRATOR: "As if reading my thoughts, a mischievous expression lights up her face, but her blushing doesn't fade. In fact, it only deepens when our eyes meet. Embarrassed, she leans deeper into our partial embrace, hiding her face by burying it in my shoulder and neck. Her hair is soft and tickles me, and I let out a laugh knowing that she won't hear me; won't be offended." | |||
{{Hentai scene|text= | {{Hentai scene|text= | ||
NARRATOR: "Shizune's hands move downwards to the fly of my pants, covered by her skirt. Her hands disappear from view, only to jerk back on touching my erection. Shizune almost falls off me from nervousness. It's like she didn't expect it to be there. The sudden display of naivety is the starkest contrast yet to how forward she has been so far, and I find it amusing. Suddenly, she seems very immature again. A high-school girl playing the role of a more aggressive woman. She pokes at my penis curiously with her index finger, her face reddening as she runs the rest of her fingers down its underside. Her movements are soft and curious, and they belie the embarrassed look on her face." | <p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_blush_small.jpg|700px]]</p> | ||
NARRATOR: "Shizune's hands move downwards to the fly of my pants, covered by her skirt. Her hands disappear from view, only to jerk back on touching my erection. Shizune almost falls off me from nervousness. It's like she didn't expect it to be there. The sudden display of naivety is the starkest contrast yet to how forward she has been so far, and I find it amusing. Suddenly, she seems very immature again. A high-school girl playing the role of a more aggressive woman." | |||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_tied_blush.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
"She pokes at my penis curiously with her index finger, her face reddening as she runs the rest of her fingers down its underside. Her movements are soft and curious, and they belie the embarrassed look on her face." | |||
NARRATOR: "It's likely Shizune is as nervous as I am, so I'm a bit relieved when she stops her exploratory prodding, but then I think about what's next to come. She might try and unbutton my shirt. Who knows what she would say, seeing the scar on my chest. I'm still self-conscious about it, and I can imagine the concern on her face on seeing it; the tenting of her fingers in thought. Luckily, in this position, she couldn't take off my sweater without ripping it off me. The fear fades from my mind. Now, I'm only experiencing a strange, uncomfortable mix of anticipation and nervousness." | NARRATOR: "It's likely Shizune is as nervous as I am, so I'm a bit relieved when she stops her exploratory prodding, but then I think about what's next to come. She might try and unbutton my shirt. Who knows what she would say, seeing the scar on my chest. I'm still self-conscious about it, and I can imagine the concern on her face on seeing it; the tenting of her fingers in thought. Luckily, in this position, she couldn't take off my sweater without ripping it off me. The fear fades from my mind. Now, I'm only experiencing a strange, uncomfortable mix of anticipation and nervousness." | ||
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NARRATOR: "Still, that aggressiveness that she flashes around as comfortably as a business card is real. I don't know whether or not that kind of attitude could be considered dangerous. If it is, I wonder what kind of person that makes me. It was probably the first week I was here. A week doesn't sound so long when I think about it, but at the time it did. Even though I pretty much thought my days were numbered that week, it still seemed to go by so slowly. Even if she can't hear me, it puts me at ease. I started to realize that I didn't have that much to complain about. But there's still... Well, never mind." | NARRATOR: "Still, that aggressiveness that she flashes around as comfortably as a business card is real. I don't know whether or not that kind of attitude could be considered dangerous. If it is, I wonder what kind of person that makes me. It was probably the first week I was here. A week doesn't sound so long when I think about it, but at the time it did. Even though I pretty much thought my days were numbered that week, it still seemed to go by so slowly. Even if she can't hear me, it puts me at ease. I started to realize that I didn't have that much to complain about. But there's still... Well, never mind." | ||
NARRATOR: "She glances at me, for no reason other than that I'm talking. Because she can't understand what I'm saying, Shizune becomes increasingly flustered, but doesn't sign anything in reply | NARRATOR: "She glances at me, for no reason other than that I'm talking. Because she can't understand what I'm saying, Shizune becomes increasingly flustered, but doesn't sign anything in reply." | ||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_tied_close_small.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
NARRATOR: " | NARRATOR: "Shizune sucks in her breath sharply as she lowers herself onto my penis, trying to keep herself upright as she teeters on top of me. The skirt of her dress covers both of our intimate parts, and traps our body heat under it like a tent. Under it, I feel unbearably hot, and Shizune's hand guiding me into her only adds to it." | ||
NARRATOR: "My thoughts wander briefly to whether or not the door is locked. If it were to open now, I'd probably have a heart attack, literally. And then there's the question of who would be opening the door. The sense of danger only serves to make Shizune's movements more torturous, and I wish she would speed up, but from this position, it may not even be possible. I start moving my hips upwards in rhythm with her, trying to drive myself deeper into her. It doesn't matter to me that my movements are shaking the chair we're on, creating a loud knock as the wooden chair raps against the wooden floor." | <p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_tied_kinky3_small.jpg|700px]]</p> | ||
NARRATOR: "The second that I penetrate her, Shizune winces, then nearly falls on top of me. The sudden sensation is mind-numbing, and I feel waves of pleasure radiate through me from both ends of my body. It feels as if my entire lower body is enveloped in the warmth and wetness of Shizune's body, able to feel her every twitch and shudder as she starts moving." | |||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_tied_kinky2_small.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
NARRATOR: "Shizune begins rocking her hips back and forth, at first slowly, but with her tempo increasing each time she pulls herself almost completely off of me only to plunge back down at the last second." | |||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_tied_kinky2.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
NARRATOR: "Being so close to her, I can see the sweat beading on her skin and the fog that forms on her glasses when they slide down her nose and too close to her mouth before she pushes them back up. Her fingertips press into my shoulders, holding on to them to steady herself, pushing against them to pull herself off of me, and then running down my arms and grasping for my wrists and hands as she pushes herself back down." | |||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_tied_close_small.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
NARRATOR: "Maneuvering around like this is difficult at best. Shizune tries to brace herself against me while pushing herself up and down with her feet. I attempt to kiss her, but only manage to succeed in touching our foreheads together, at least not painfully. My thoughts wander briefly to whether or not the door is locked. If it were to open now, I'd probably have a heart attack, literally. And then there's the question of who would be opening the door. The sense of danger only serves to make Shizune's movements more torturous, and I wish she would speed up, but from this position, it may not even be possible." | |||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_tied_kinky1_small.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
NARRATOR: "I start moving my hips upwards in rhythm with her, trying to drive myself deeper into her. It doesn't matter to me that my movements are shaking the chair we're on, creating a loud knock as the wooden chair raps against the wooden floor." | |||
SHIZUNE: "...nn...!" | SHIZUNE: "...nn...!" | ||
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NARRATOR: "My heart races so quickly that I can almost hear the blood pounding in my temples, and more worryingly, I can feel a dull throb in my chest. I stop thinking about the pressure I feel between my thighs, if only for a moment. That moment, though, is enough. Combined with the tightness of her squeezing herself around me and the sensation of her skin rubbing against mine, I tense up and fire off inside Shizune. A fleeting feeling of power and flight." | NARRATOR: "My heart races so quickly that I can almost hear the blood pounding in my temples, and more worryingly, I can feel a dull throb in my chest. I stop thinking about the pressure I feel between my thighs, if only for a moment. That moment, though, is enough. Combined with the tightness of her squeezing herself around me and the sensation of her skin rubbing against mine, I tense up and fire off inside Shizune. A fleeting feeling of power and flight." | ||
}} | }} | ||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:shizune_hcg_tied_close.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
NARRATOR: "Afterwards, I listen to the sound of my heartbeat slowing down until it reaches its normal rhythm. I listen to the sound of Shizune's breathing as it does the same. Her glasses are slightly askew, and this is the first time she isn't messing around with them in some way. I want to straighten them for her, but the second I try, I'm reminded that I can't. Shizune seems to have forgotten it as well. Instead of getting up, she presses herself against me in the chair to extend her reach. It's almost as if this is the only position she can think to untie my hands from. That is what I think as I feel her unbinding my wrists." | NARRATOR: "Afterwards, I listen to the sound of my heartbeat slowing down until it reaches its normal rhythm. I listen to the sound of Shizune's breathing as it does the same. Her glasses are slightly askew, and this is the first time she isn't messing around with them in some way. I want to straighten them for her, but the second I try, I'm reminded that I can't. Shizune seems to have forgotten it as well. Instead of getting up, she presses herself against me in the chair to extend her reach. It's almost as if this is the only position she can think to untie my hands from. That is what I think as I feel her unbinding my wrists." | ||
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