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🕑 Added 2025-02-19 08:00:04 +0000 UTCMiss Miyuki’s accident happened after school—a misstep on the wet front steps. Kaito found her crumpled in a corner of the empty faculty room, her legs splayed awkwardly, both feet imprisoned in plaster. Her face was ashen, but her nylons were pristine, the toes dusted with pearlescent pink polish.
She’s alone, my gaze fixed on her trembling nylon-clad toes.
“Nakamura-kun,” she breathed, “help me….”
I lift her carefully, my hands grazing the cool plaster beneath her skirt. She smells of jasmine and exhaustion. When she stumbles again later, collapsing in the faculty room, I hover over her. Her blouse falls open slightly. She doesn’t resist.
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Kaito began visiting her apartment under the guise of delivering homework. She’d answer the door in a wheelchair, her legs elevated, casts swallowed by knee-high nylon socks. “To keep warm,” she joked, though her laughter frayed at the edges.
One afternoon, she slipped transferring to the sofa. He caught her, their faces inches apart. Her breath smelled of green tea.
“Stay,” she murmured, her fingers knotting in his shirt.
The casts are immovable, her toes twitching faintly under sheer pink stockings. I kiss them, too roughly. She moans — in pain or something else — but doesn’t stop me.
another old lineart redrawn and put in the same context as the previous post. Do you care about the story to the drawings or is the context not important?
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Robert
Love the drawings love the story
