[Episode 225907] [Episode 225907]
A haunting moan echoed through the air over Tomobiki.
"It's a tragedy…!"
"Hey! What's with all the damned crying?! You guys okay?!"
The four members of Lum's Stormtroopers, all currently collapsed onto their knees under the branches of a tree in a small playground close to Tomobiki High School, painfully looked up to see what would — at first glace — appear to be a very bishônen man their age, dressed in a track top, underlying T-shirt and worn slacks, running shoes on the feet. However, this was no boy, but Ryûnosuke Fujinami, the young woman who — thanks very much to a widower father whom some had said had been driven insane by the death of his beloved wife Masako, while others saw him as a misogynistic and abusive monster when it came to his own flesh-and-blood — had been raised almost since birth as a boy so that "he" could inherit the ownership of the family teashop, the Hamachaya.
On seeing her, Megane then moaned before screaming to the heavens, "OH, LUM-SAN! FORGIVE US! WE COULDN'T SAVE YOU FROM SUCH A FATE! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"What's all this noise?!"
All four tensed on hearing that stern, deep voice, and then the Stormtroopers lunged over at once to grab Sakura Sakurambô's hands. "SAKURA-SENSEI! PLEASE! YOU MUST HELP US!" Megane wailed. "YOU MUST EXORCISE A TERRIBLE DEMON FROM LUM-SA-…!"
WHONK!
"QUIET!" Sakura screamed out after she smashed all four of them down with her spirit vane. "Now what in the name of the Kami is this all about?!"
"Lum-chan's gay."
Silence.
Sakura spun around to see Ran, now with her nose bandaged up after she managed to get back to her scoutship home to mend herself from Benten's fist in her face, walk up to them. "What happened to…?" the nurse/Shintô priestess began, and then she stopped before her jaw dropped in stunned disbelief. "What…?"
"It's true," Ran muttered. "Lum-chan's not only as gay as a three-uniCredit chip, she's also married right now to some girl named Tariko! They just did it on the front lawn of Moroboshi's place with those bone-heads, Oyuki and Benten in attendance!"
More silence.
"LUM'S GAY?!"
ALL of Tomobiki shook from Sakura's ear-shattering shout.
A polite cough. "Excuse me, Sakura-sensei, but I don't believe they heard you all the way in Aomori. Did you really have to shout so loud?"
Sakura spun around. "Moroboshi!" she gasped on seeing Ataru standing nearby, and then her eyes focused on the woman now with her hand wrapped around his left arm. Tensing immediately as her metasenses locked in on the earring hanging off the woman's left earlobe. Instantly, the spirit vane came out. "BEGONE, EVIL SPIRIT!"
WHACK!
One priestess/nurse into lower Earth orbit, à la carte.
Ataru immediately turned to grasp Shimei's hands. "Mimôko-san!" he said as he stared concernedly at her. "Did you hurt yourself hitting that false priestess?!"
An explosion decked all the Stormtroopers. "'FALSE PRIESTESS?!'"
Shimei smiled. She never thought visiting Tomobiki could be this much fun! "No, Ataru. Relax. Every time I visit here so I can see Nozomi-chan, that idiot or this really creepy uncle of hers always get on my case because I have Méng Lyû's spirit inside me, not to mention Zîmíng's." She pointed to her covered left eye in emphasis. "I just smack them into orbit every time. They're no concern."
He breathed out. "Oh, wonderful! Given how much trouble they love to cause people, I was concerned they'd end up cursing you by accident." A sigh. "In the meantime, the restaurant district's this way." He waved her down the street. "Shall we have lunch?"
A nod. "Please."
"Hai, hai!"
And with that, they were off, walking hand in hand towards downtown. The Stormtroopers and Ran watched them go, their jaws on the ground as their minds tried to absorb what they had just seen. Ryûnosuke, however, seemed quite calm. "Damn! So Lum finally came out of the closet, huh? Good for her!" She turned to leave.
"HEY!" Ran screamed as she lunged over to stand in the tomboy's way. "WAIT A MINUTE! HOW?! HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, RYÛNOSUKE-KUN?!"
Ryûnosuke blinked, and then she laughed. "Oh, c'mon, Ran! You've known Lum for HOW long now?! How many times did she hit on you before she came to Earth, huh? I'm sure a cute girl like you must've given her some wet dreams over the years!"
Ran jolted. "Hey! How does an idiot boy like you…?"
WHAM! One airhead into lower Earth orbit. "I'M A CHICK, DAMNIT!"
As Ran disappeared screaming into the sky, Ryûnosuke breathed out before she tensed on feeling something buzz in her pants. Taking out her cell phone, a SoftBank 831SHS flip model, she popped it open and put it to her ear. "Ohayô, Kanna. Where are you?" A pause, and then the tomboy grinned. "Yeah! Yeah! Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I made sure the ghost won't be buggin' anyone anytime soon!" Another pause, and then she laughed. "Yeah, don't worry about! Oyaji's still off who-knows-where! Believe me, this last month-and-a-half's been the most peaceful I've had for as long as I can remember." A nod. "Yeah, I'll see you in a little bit, okay?" Ryûnosuke then blushed as she heard her lover's reply. "Damn! You're such a hentai at times, Kanna! What the hell's the matter with you, woman?!" She then blinked. "You like it when I talk to you like that?" A moan. "Kanna no baka! I better get over to see you! Ja!" She cut the link, and then slipped the phone into her pocket before heading off.
Leaving the Stormtroopers still where they had been, their jaws on the ground and their eyes almost about to shoot clear of their heads…
Unseen by the four most passionate supporters of Lum Redet living in Tomobiki, a very beautiful teenage girl with right-parted black hair to her shoulders and deep brown eyes was standing by a yatai, her jaw hanging from her face as her mind tried to absorb the big bombshell that had just been dropped literally on the heads of everyone living in this small yet famous suburb of metropolitan Tôkyô.
Lum is a LESBIAN?!
Kumiko Gekasawa was not very well known to the people who paid very close attention to the events that had rocked Tomobiki since the first Tag Race over a year before. She was a student of Tomobiki High School, a classmate of the many well-known personages who attended Class 2-4, the infamous "Classroom of Failure." And while she was known to her peers as one of the many women who gladly would devote herself to the better welfare of one Shûtarô Mendô, she — just like a certain lightning-slinging alien-born classmate — also had a very deep secret she kept very close to the heart.
Then that must mean…!
Shuddering, she pulled out her cell-phone — hers was a SoftBank Exilim 930CA slider model — and got to her speed-dial list. After a ring, she smiled. "Momoe! It's me! Listen, get all the girls together at Yakitori Kotobuki!" She then nodded as Momoe Marubeya hissed something back to her. "Hai! Hai! You heard it, too, huh?! Well, get this: I heard Ryûnosuke-kun confirm it when she was talking to Megane and his dolts just a few minutes ago!" A squeal of delight then answered her before Momoe told her something, that making Kumiko nod. "Hai! Hai! See you soon!"
She cut the link and then slipped her phone into her pocket before she turned and raced off down a side street, a very big spring in her stride.
Leaving the Stormtroopers where they were, moaning still to the heavens…
Meanwhile, at the Mendô mansion…
"Are you awake now, Onii-sama…?"
A groan escaped Shûtarô Mendô's lips as his eyes began to flutter.
"Onii-sama, please wake up! People want to talk to you!"
Pain filled his body as he tried to shake off the nausea he now felt.
"ONII-SAMA! WAKE UP!"
CRUNCH!
Shûtarô moaned as he passed out again.
"Um, Ryôko…?"
"Hai, Otô-sama?"
"I think was a little too much for your brother."
Ryôko Mendô blinked, and then she looked down to see her brother's head smashed into the floor of the atrium of the Mendô estate, his face now squashed nearly flat thanks to the judicious use of a sledgehammer on the back of the head. "Well, I'm sure he'll finally recover one of these days, Otô-sama." She then turned to the half-dozen Kuroko that had brought her errant brother back to the estate after he had been broken free of the ice prison Oyuki had placed him in so that he would not interfere when Lum took the promise oath with Tariko. "Well done, my friends."
They all bowed to her. "We live but to serve you, Mistress," one declared for them all as they straightened themselves. "Please excuse us."
With that, they were gone. "Well, why don't you run along, Ryôko," Hajime Mendô then mused before he gazed upon his wife, Haruka. "We can handle Shûtarô from now on."
A nod. "Certainly, Otô-sama, Okâ-sama."
"Please have a good day, Young Mistress," Haruka's valet — and full-time human parrot thanks to her unwillingness (or inability; even now, Ryôko wasn't so sure) to speak to others directly — stated on his mistress' behalf.
With that, Ryôko walked out of the atrium and outside the mansion house itself, where her horse-shaped palanquin was waiting, along with the two Kuroko who normally carried it and her wherever she wished to go. "Where to, Mistress?" one of them asked as the other helped her into her seat, and then both boosted it over their heads.
"The secure place," she ordered.
"Right away, Mistress!" both Kuroko chanted as they trotted off in perfect step…
The Yakitori Kotobuki was located three blocks from the front gate of Tomobiki High School. A popular hangout for the student crowd — it had been, in fact, ranked in the top five positions as favourite place to get a quick lunch by students at that school for the last ten years — it was a cozy restaurant with high booth seats along the walls that gave customers a considerable among of privacy when they came here to enjoy a meal. Here, people could gather for a quick bite of the popular charcoal-broiled chicken bits on bamboo sticks, mixed with all sorts of welcome sides such as onions, mushrooms, scallions, peppers, asparagus, tofu and — especially since Lum came to live on Earth — chopped paech'u kimch'i straight from Korea. Even with the attempts made by the staff at Tomobiki High School (along with sympathetic students forming the "secret peer guidance committees" under Shûtarô Mendô's leadership) to curtail the lunchtime visits to places like Kotobuki, business remained very strong.
Witness what was happening now…
"Are we all here?"
There were ten of them altogether.
"All present and accounted for, Kachô."
Ten girls that, had you asked any boy at Tomobiki High, would be declared as ten of the seemingly endless group of otaku who gladly worshipped Shûtarô Mendô.
"Anyone looking our way?"
That assumption had been dead wrong for the last six months.
"Nope. We're the only ones here now."
And for very good reason, all ten of these women knew.
"Good. Let me see if you all are still loyal."
On hearing Momoe Marubeya that, the other girls in the booths — located line abreast farthest from the serving area right by the door leading to the washroom — nodded in understanding. With that, Momoe and Kumiko Gekasawa slowly and gently reached over to slip their hands under the others' clothes of their friends to ensure no underwear was being worn (the only exception being when a girl was going through her period, where panties were allowed; everyone in the group knew each other's cycles like clockwork). Of course, once the inspection was complete, one of those who were inspected would do the same thing to Momoe and Kumiko, the unofficial leaders of their little group. And while the inspections were often quite brief, they were done with both passion and kindness. Given what they hoped to do with themselves if the chance finally descended on them, they knew the possibility that they would eventually have sex with each other was a very high possibility.
A sigh. "Tsuyoko-chan…!"
A sniff. "I can't help myself at times, Momoe-chan!"
Others in the group sighed as they gazed on Tsuyoko Amamori. Momoe — who had discovered the small ball-shaped vibrator now strapped onto the long black-haired girl's left leg, the part that actually did the work inserted gently between the folds of her labia — could only sigh; this was the sixth time Tsuyoko had been caught with something like that on her body. That broke the group's self-imposed rule of not using anything like that when they wanted a chance to relieve any sexual tension; "Only fingers or get one of the others to give you a blowjob!" was their watchword on that matter. Taking a deep breath, Momoe reached down to probe Tsuyoko's womanhood with her fingers to ensure her hymen was still in place, and then she nodded. "Okay," she said as she pulled her hand out of the other woman's skirt, and then reached for a napkin to wipe her hand clean. "You know the rules, Tsuyoko-chan. We'll all meet tonight at your place. You know what you'll be asked to do when we're all together."
A resigned nod. "Hai."
Once the inspections were complete on the others, Hiromi Obinata and Masako Yamagata — both of them, along with Momoe and Kumiko, had been voted four of the five most beautiful girls in their class (the fifth being Shinobu Miyake) by their male peers just after Mendô had joined them and just before Lum began attending classes — moved to inspect Momoe and Kumiko. Once they checked out clear, everyone relaxed. "Alright, I now declare this, the forty-ninth meeting of Ataru's Handmaidens open," Momoe said after clearing her throat. "Before we begin, I assume all of you heard Sakura-sensei's shout just a half-hour ago from the park near the school?"
The others all nodded. "I spoke to Shinobu-sempai about that," Keiko Kinjô, a freshman student from Class 1-6, said as she held up her hand.
"And?" Kumiko asked.
A grin. "It's true," the hazel-eyed girl with the shoulder-length, left-side parted red-brown hair said. "Lum-sempai is a lesbian. One hundred percent."
Silence.
"Oh, thank the gods!" Tsuyoko softly exclaimed as the others breathed out in relief. "Ataru's free of her once and for all! We can have him!"
"There are gods out there!" Hiromi, a brown-haired girl with dark eyes who always loved to wear headbands, stated with delight as she clapped her hands. "Oh, wow…!"
"There's more."
Eyes locked on Keiko. "Kei-chan, you meanie!" Eiko Maeda, a very cute freshman with sparkling blue eyes who wore her black hair in a ponytail with a bowtie, said with a mock-angry look as she glared at her fellow Miss Tomobiki High School first-round contestant. "Why didn't you say it right at the start?!"
"Relax, Ei-chan! This is the best part!" Keiko said as she gazed on her sometimes-girlfriend, winking. "Here's what else Shinobu-sempai told me: Lum-sempai has a GIRLFRIEND! And even better, they just got MARRIED! TODAY, in fact!"
Silence.
"No way!" Kumiko exclaimed.
"HOW?!" Momoe demanded.
"And WHO?!" Aiko Nagahama, one of the two senior students of the group and another first-round participant for the title of Miss Tomobiki High, demanded.
A giggle. "The 'who' is easy: Tariko Hana. She was on the news last night when Lum-sempai went out with Ranma Saotome to help capture those two creeps who were after that poor boy who flew in just when Kachnuk-sama and Kingch'eng-sama…" — Keiko was very good in English, so she found pronouncing the Noukiite names quite easy — "…flew into Narita yesterday."
Everyone's eyes widened. "Oh! You mean that girl with the short-cut dark blonde hair that was riding behind Lum when they were chasing those creeps down?!" Momoe asked.
A nod. "Hai!"
"So how did they get married?" Yuko Sada, a peer of Aiko's and the last of the group that once participated in the Miss Tomobiki High contest some months before, asked.
"Well, it turns out that the Noukiites have this really simple ceremony they call 'taking the promise oath.' They don't even need a priest to officiate when it happens; all they need are certifiable witnesses, which Kachnuk-sama and the other girls who came here from Noukiios were!" Keiko then giggled. "Even better, Oyuki-sama told Mendô, Megane and his dolts that there was just NO WAY that they could scream objections like they can do in Western weddings! Even better, when they did it in front of Kachnuk-sama and her friends, Oyuki-sama said it would be considered a legitimate wedding not just among the Noukiites! But among LUM-SEMPAI's people, too!"
More silence.
"Ataru's free at last!" Izumi Kagabu, the daughter of a tea stop owner who also was a senior student at Tomobiki High (she was actually Yuko's classmate in Class 3-2), said as she clapped her hands and gazed heavenward. "We can have him at last!"
"And he can have us," Yuko said as she winked at her friend. "Don't forget that!"
"Of course not!"
Soft laughter from the others. "So what do we do now?" Kumiko asked. "I saw Ataru earlier on with a girl out on a date. How do we approach him?"
"Yeah, especially since he's been giving a lot of people the cold shoulder lately!" Masako stated as she crossed her arms. "Not that I blame him now, of course. Especially after what some of those idiots tried to pull on him after the Tag Race ended." None of the Handmaidens had been present at the end of the Tag Race, when Ataru had called down Nengmek'i to deal with those who had wanted to lynch him for not confessing his "love" to Lum before she had given in and let him tag her horns. "He might not trust us at first."
The others hummed as they considered that, and then Tsuyoko perked. "I got it." As people looked at her, she smiled, her cheeks reddening. "Nude pictures of us. We couple up, do pictures of us in bed being intimate with each other. We also write a letter and sign it together, telling Ataru of our intentions. Once it's ready, we slip it into his shoe locker at school and wait for him to respond."
The others nodded. "That'll work," Kumiko said. "He only gets angry these days when someone like Shinobu tries to push it with him. Doing it that way won't get him upset and it'll give him a chance to think about it before responding."
"Will he reject us?" Eiko wondered.
Kumiko hummed. "No. He'll be interested in us. Hell, he's always hit on each of us as often as he could. And if he was actually maintaining the fiction of a 'marriage' to Lum to help her hide her relationship with this Tariko girl, the chances are there — especially now that Lum and Tariko are married — that he'll want to have not just a steady group of girlfriends, but a steady group of real friends, too."
"What if Mendô tries to butt in on this?" Hiromi asked. "He's never going to let Ataru get away with having an honest-to-goodness harem of his own! Especially now that Lum is free and actually married to some other girl!"
A snort. "Forget about him, Hiromi. He knows — even if he's still in a state of self-denial these days — that Lum wouldn't give a shit if he lives or dies!" She then grinned. "Besides, remember this: he's engaged to marry that paranoid androphobe Mizunokôji who's attending Keppeki Junior High School these days! You know how strong she is and how much she loves her 'Onii-sama.'"
"I can just imagine the wedding night," Aiko noted with a laugh.
The others whooped with delight as they considered that…
At a secret place in the Mendô estate grounds…
"AH-CHOO!"
Ryôko's face popped up from between the legs of the woman now lying on the queen-sized bed in this hidden love nest she had created for herself when she began her current relationship some months before. "Bless you! Are you alright, Asuka?"
A moan escaped Asuka Mizunokôji's lips as she rubbed her nose. "At least I don't have to ask you that, Ryôko," she said as she laid back on the bed, her starry dark brown eyes twinkling with delight as her lover moved back to continue licking her very damp womanhood. "Thank the gods that Lum-san and Tariko-onêsama taught me how to master my strength." She then frowned before a gasp escaped her as Ryôko's very agile tongue began to tickle her clit. "Oh, Ryôko…" she crooned with delight.
Ryôko giggled. "Like?"
"I love it!" Asuka then smiled. "And you."
"And I you, my dearest," the younger Mendô breathed out.
The younger Mizunokôji smiled as she reached down and — with a gentleness that truly did not show the awesome strength Asuka could call upon at will — she pulled her lover on top of her, sitting her down on her stomach. "Imagine what it might have been like if Tariko-onêsama didn't do what she did for me?" she asked.
"I would prefer not to dwell on that," Ryôko said as she closed her eyes while Asuka's hands reached up to gently squeeze her breasts, her memories coming forth…
Seven weeks ago, aboard Lum's scoutship…
"Asuka-chan, are you SURE the girls at the school are okay?"
Asuka nodded eagerly as Tariko walked over to give her a bottle of Gatorade before she sat down beside Lum. All three were in the Oni's bedroom, dressed in nightshirts. They had just finished the "physical" forced on the students of Tomobiki High School, who had been dispatched to Keppeki Girl's Junior High to try to grab hold of a shûban armband from one of the class monitors. After breaching the formidable defences surrounding the all-girl's private school set up by the headmistress and the teachers there, of course. "It's okay, Onê-sama. No one was hurt." She then frowned. "But what about you? I know why you're doing this, but…!"
A laugh. "Asuka-chan, with the way I've been toughened up, I don't think even a thermonuclear bomb can slow me down," Tariko assured her with a wave of her hand, and then she impishly grinned. "That'd probably just give me a good suntan!"
Lum and Asuka laughed at the dark joke, and then the two older women looked at the young heiress of the Mizunokôji sports empire. Noting that look, the younger girl took a deep breath, and then she nodded. "It's true. I'm just like you, Lum-san."
The Oni immediately swept the younger girl into her arms as Asuka began to weep. Tariko remained respectfully silent as she watched the last vestiges of Asuka's innocence be swept away into the black hole of Reality, though her own eyes were misty with sympathy at the younger girl's obvious pain. It had been a really hard journey since the day Tariko (as Ataru) had first met the innocent, wide-eyed Asuka, who had, practically since birth, been raised totally away from the presence of males of any sort, even her elder brother Tobimaro and father Yûsuke. When Asuka's androphobia exploded on her seeing Ataru for the first time, Tariko immediately elected to move to help the poor woman understand what being part of society was like. With Lum's help — plus the use of the Oni's technology, which ensured that no one would become the wiser about what was happening — it had been done. But now…
Asuka sniffed as she pulled away from Lum, and then she turned to gaze on Tariko. "Wh-what should I do now, O-onê-sama?" she pleaded. "I mean…" She shuddered. "When I was in school and watching girls change in the washrooms and the change rooms in the gymnasium, I wanted to…" A gulp. "I wanted to touch them all over. Feel how soft their bodies were. Let them touch me in return…!" A sniff.
"Hey," Tariko said as she squeezed her friend's shoulder. "Asuka-chan, what you're feeling right now is normal for a girl your age. You never had a chance to explore your sexuality when you were in the convent, so your body and emotions are playing catch-up right now. And unfortunately, given the way the Kurotenshi…" — that was the name given to the Mizunokôji Clan's troop of very beautiful female bodyguards, who were always around whenever Asuka needed them — "…have fouled up some things, you're going to experience an even bumpier road to learning the truth about yourself than what normal girls, even lesbians like Lum, go through."
"Don't panic about it, Asuka," Lum said as she squeezed the girl's other shoulder. "You are really strong. You just have to tap into that strength. If you do that, you can overcome anything that's in front of you. Even getting a girlfriend."
"Do you think Asuka-chan should get one right away?" Tariko asked.
A nod. "It would be really smart," Lum mused.
Asuka looked at the Oni, and then her lover, for a moment before standing up and walking a couple feet away from the bed as she considered what they just said. She then nodded. "Hai. I would really like to have a girlfriend."
Tariko and Lum exchanged a knowing grin. "Anyone special in mind?" the latter asked.
A hum. "Well, there is Ryûnosuke-onêsama…" Asuka confessed, and then she sighed. "But Kinko-san told me that she's now dating someone else."
Tariko and Lum gaped. That was news to them. "WHO?!"
"A girl named Kanna Hoshikuzu."
The couple behind Asuka blinked, and then they exchanged a shocked look before they gasped as memory clicked in. "That ballerina Ryû-chan helped with her balance!" Tariko stated, and then she blinked as she sat back to think about it. "But how the hell is she getting away with seeing Kanna-san when her crazy old man's around?!"
A giggle. "It's a lot easier for Ryûnosuke than you think, Darling! All she has to do is tell her father that she's going on a date and he's just beside himself, yelling at how much of a 'stud' his 'son' is with meeting pretty girls!"
Tariko considered that, and then she laughed. "Yeah, that would work for that idiot!"
Laughter filled the bedroom, and then a new voice called out from behind the curtains leading to the bathroom where Tariko Moroboshi had, in effect, been born. "Then perhaps, Asuka-san, I might offer myself to be your intimate companion?"
Asuka gasped, and then she turned as the curtains parted to reveal a familiar brown-haired woman with very deep and cunning brown eyes, she also dressed in the button nightshirts her hosts and their other guest were wearing. "Ryôko-san…!"
"It's a lucky thing that Ryôko-chan here has also discovered something pretty profound about herself, too," Tariko mused as she and Lum stood up. "Ne, Ryôko-chan?"
"Hai, Moroboshi-sama, I have," Ryôko said with a slight blush to her cheeks before she gazed on Asuka, a friendly smile crossing her face.
Noting that, Lum grabbed her lover's hand. "Darling, let's leave them alone."
"Hai, hai!" Tariko chimed.
They headed out of the room as Asuka turned to gaze upon her would-be sister-in-law, a curious yet also very hopeful look on her face…
"Remembering?"
Ryôko perked on hearing Asuka's gentle question, and then she nodded as she slid herself down to allow her womanhood to brush up against her lover's, and then she leaned down to press her hardened nipples into Asuka's so they could share a deep kiss. "Hai, dearest," she said after their lips pulled apart, and then she gently threaded her hand through Asuka's hair. "And wishing that we could have got away from our 'normal' lives so we could have been there when Tariko and Lum took the oath."
A sigh. "We couldn't do it, Ryôko. Not without revealing too much to your brother, especially since Onê-sama had that robot double of herself as Ataru-oniisama there, too." Asuka then smirked. "And if I didn't have my special glasses on…!"
Both of them laughed as they remembered the special glasses that had been given to her by the headmistress of Keppeki Girl's Junior High during the recent "physical," which made things look very far away to the wearer. "Well, all we have to do is wait," Ryôko then said as she reached over to pull out a double-headed dildo so they could enjoy the feel of something strong and hard inside their bodies. "After all, they want us as witnesses when they do the formal ceremony on Kesei when everything concerning the 'you-know-whos' is dealt with once and for all." Ryôko Mendô and Asuka Mizunokôji were two of the few people in Tomobiki who were aware of Lum's and Tariko's plans concerning the Church of Lum. Their private love-nest was proofed against sensor or listening probes by Niphentaxian agents — Lum had made sure of that shortly after the couple began to date regularly — but both did not speak out the name of that race in the open, even here. "And if we're lucky, we can have a ceremony there, too."
"I'd like that," Asuka whispered as they kissed while we…
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