“Wait... Wait...” Yukiyo stopped, she hadn’t been loud in her protest, but it caused everyone to stop and look at her; Mai who had Mira pinned to the bed with their breasts pressed together and her fingers deep in both of them, and Tatsumi who Kijo had been in the process of undressing, they all stopped and looked at her, how could they have forgotten, that’s not something they should have, but even her In the spur of the moment had slipped. “I can’t.” Yukiyo pressed her forehead on Izuna’s breastplate as a year rolled down her nose and hit the girl’s exposed leg. “I’m sorry.”
Of course she was no longer in pain, all the pain had died as soon as she was impaled, but she was still very scarred psychologically, she’d lost her unborn child, she had been robbed of a life, her miscarriage was
