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Deep down inside, where the ember Sagisaka placed in her still burns, she hadn't thought it a cost at all: it's a reason, a purpose, an excuse to borrow Ricchan's shortest sundress and show up on Sagisaka's doorstep clutching Touya Juudan's brand-new book of tsumego, and when he invites her in she can't help but feel a little bit sorry for him that he doesn't realise he's the canary and not the cat.
This time when they end up tangled together on his floor next to the goban she says nothing and he hesitates only for moments before he leans down and takes her first kiss; she's giddy with the sheer intoxicating delight of having him want her, to see her as a woman and not as some little kid, and soon he's drawing her panties down, he's unzipping his fly, and the head of his naked cock is rubbing against her clitoris and making her gasp.
But when he thrusts himself inside of her he rips her open, tears her apart, and when she sobs with the pain he doesn't stop and wait but instead thrusts deeper, thrusts harder; "Oh, for God's sake, don't cry," he sneers, tightening his grasp on her hips, holding her in place while he ruts, and when he's done she lies there aching and sore, thighs slick with his seed, and no matter what she was promised, she can't imagine that Mama will ever be proud of her again.