Read or Die Yomiko/Nenene storybook romance
It was, in Yomiko’s mind, a storybook romance. She’d been swept off her feet by an author who brought her books by the boatload and didn’t even mind when she spent all day reading. Or reading over her shoulder while she tried to work.
Well, Nenene-sama sometimes minded that, but that was all right. Every romance needed some snag to make the plot interesting.
Actually Nenene-sama was more annoyed when she wanted to be intimate and Yomiko wouldn’t stop reading. It had gotten to the point where Nenene-sama had actually… Yomiko blushed to think it, had bought her to… climax and Yomiko had failed to notice. She’d honestly thought that the book was really that good.
And it was Nenene-sama’s writing, so shouldn’t that have been a compliment?
Well, perhaps she should have noticed when her skirt was suddenly bunched or that her thighs had been pulled apart, but that was right when the lead had brazenly confessed her love to the mysterious man, so what if her panties had felt a little wet? It was an exciting scene.
And perhaps she should have been a bit more suspicious when she felt something pulling her panties aside and something foreign probing her… well… her um… special place. But it was when the mysterious man had just reappeared from seeming death and pulled the heartbroken lead into a searing kiss and who knew if he was going to propose or be killed by the Yakuza? It certainly wasn’t worth putting the book down just to investigate someone poking at her.
By the time the foreign thing – Nenene-sama’s fingers, as she found out later – had slipped inside her, she was up to the love scene, and why shouldn’t she feel the same heady feeling of being full that the lead was feeling? It was excellent writing.
Yomiko was thrilled when she and the lead and the mysterious man all climaxed at the exact same time. So excited that she’d put down the book – just for a moment – to run and tell Nenene-sama what an amazing scene it was.
She’d been very surprised to find that Nenene-sama was already on the bed with her. Between her legs. With her hands in… a special place.
And so what if Yomiko was a little clueless. She’d offered to make up for it, hadn’t she? She had even put the book down long enough to lay Nenene-sama down on the mattress and return the favor.
…well… she had put the book down on Nenene’s stomach, face-up, but she had only turned the pages once while she was fingering her special place! …maybe twice.
Well, so what if she’d kept reading. It was a compliment.
Besides, every storybook romance needed at least one snag to make it interesting.