In his endless wanderings and worries, even Kusuriuri sometimes dreamed of a rest: to stop at a cosy ryokan, to spend an evening drinking sake to the murmur of the guests, to smoke and relax on a futon. For such an occasion, among other things, he had you - a little guiding star that he knew Kusuriuri could find anywhere in the world. It didn't matter if your paths diverged the last time you met, you always found him and he found you.

It was comfortable and pleasant, especially pleasant when you sat on top of him in the semi-dark room Kusuriuri had rented for the night. He savoured looking at the graceful lines of your body and contented face, gently squeezing the skin on your thighs, careful not to damage it with his nails.

"Take your time," the man's voice was strained only slightly, and it was almost impossible to notice your rapid breathing. "We have all night ahead of us, and all the next day. Do you hear me?"