thank you so much!! so sorry for the wait. i hope you enjoy! thinking about mizuki boobs and pussy made me very unwell (in a good way).

Mizuki didn't realize her own beauty.

She claimed that scars and age stole it from her, though Kitaro couldn’t understand. The quirk of her lip, the dip of her curves, the sky in her eyes– what would it be besides beautiful?

It was worse when they bathed; Mizuki was hardly shy about her body then. They were family, and Kitaro kept telling herself that as the weight of Mizuki's bust pressed against her narrow back. Where Kitaro was thin, Mizuki was soft, and she wanted to sink her teeth, dig her nails, envelop herself in giving flesh to become one.