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There was something in the expression that seemed to reflect that of the Kujaku Myo’o watching from the wall behind them.
    The man was young, perhaps too young to be called a man, more a boy. His features suggested he was still in his teens, a few years older than the girl, 18 or 19 at most, but there was a mysteriousness surrounding him beyond his apparent age. Outwardly, he was the picture of youth, but there was something that unmistakably suggested experience, opposite to how the girl in front of him maintained her youthfulness. Maybe it was the subtle grin of his crimson lips.
    His dark eyes glistened as he took in the center of her parted legs. The pink lips of the girl’s sex were exposed under the dim light, glistening endearingly--moist, soft, parted. Her breasts had flattened as she lay on her back making her chest appear like a boy’s except for the upward pointing, hardened nipples. The young man’s white teeth were visible through his slightly open mouth.
    He leaned in and slowly, almost respectfully, penetrated her. The girl began to moan immediately. She clutched hold of his buttocks and pushed her hips up, rubbing against him as she started to tremble. She came repeatedly. The young man matched the rhythm of her convulsions as he thrust into her, leveraging his surprisingly powerful rear as though counting the number of times she climaxed. Bands of lean muscle flexed as he began to thrust harder as though delivering punishment. Her moaning rose in pitch until she was gasping for air, no longer able to moan. She began to pant in sharp bursts as though spouting fire from her open mouth. She stopped. The young man stopped with her. Occasional convulsions gently rippled through her body as she lay under him. The man’s features were unchanged, betraying nothing of how the insides of her vagina felt clenched around him.
    Just then, there was a loud knock at the door. The young man looked up, pulling away from the girl. He got to his feet and walked to the wall opposite the Kujaku Myo’o. He put a hand to the black wall; a thin strip of light emerged through it. The sunlight cut into the young man’s face as it flowed through the rupture like a sharp blade in the darkness. He pulled the window open and a blinding wave of light punched into the room. The young man stared directly into it without even a frown. It was the middle of the monsoon season, but the sky was perfectly clear and blue. The girl’s pale, naked body was fully exposed to the sunlight. There was a black cloth on the rug next to her, hidden until now in the darkness. It was the young man’s; he had been wearing robes before commencing the rite. He glanced over to where she lay away from the window and spoke in a deep voice.
    “Please, come in.” His tone showed no sign of annoyance. His breathing was unhurried and his face as pale as before. The powerful voice conflicted with his boyish features. The wall to his left slid open and a man who looked to be in his late 20’s entered the room. He was wearing a navy suit with white pinstripes.
    “Master Biku,” the man in the suit addressed the naked, and still erect, man before him. He did not seem particularly phased by the scene.
    “Shimizu, what is it?” Biku replied in a relaxed tone. He made no effort to hide the erection pointing up from between his legs. It had yet to lose any of its previous vigor. The young man with the beautiful face, Biku, had yet to orgasm. He collected the black monk robes from the floor and placed them over the girl on the rug. Her eyes were closed but she still trembled occasionally.
    Biku was tall, despite his youthful looks, at around 178 centimeters. He was slender with no trace of unnecessary fat, as though it had been worked away under a meticulous regimen. At the same time, there was nothing delicate about him; his body was much different from a person that just happened to be thin. He was not rugged but his skin was tight. It was clear that there were