Mr. Paints
episode 25

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Heian period.

The night had not yet passed, Kaguya Arashi set her pale foot between the wooden floors behind her husband's room.

"Where are you going?"Yamashita made a sound, pulled over the blanket that had covered both of their bodies.

Kaguya did not say, taking strands of animal fur sewn to dispel the cold in that era. If it's this late, according to the agreement before the wedding. The moon princess will leave after a full day of theatricalizing in front of the royal residents.

"Don't go. It's late. Sleep with your husband tonight."Yamashita suddenly stood up, directing her eyes at the beautiful woman. Snow-white skin with red lips. The fragrance of her hair is even as fragrant as plum shoots that have not bloomed.

Somehow it could be a woman as beautiful as that, out of her hands all along. Their marriage was done for other purposes. Pretending to be happy because from the beginning, Kaguya Arashi already has a lover, Adjutant Hiroshi.

"Deliver! You don't deserve anything from me."Kaguya flung Yamashita's grip, moving out as she tightened her jacket.

The sound of knocking on the wooden floor was heard, accompanying the departure of the princess until it disappeared at the first turn. Yamashita can do nothing. He just growled a little, kicking a big cup of apple cider until the contents wet his room tatami.

"Go! There's nothing you can do for me!"the Emperor-to-be shouted at the two maidservants who rushed over to clean up the mess.

Back slamming a cup of wine, the man stood up, tidying his sleep hakama with his right hand. Not caring for his two frightened servants, he grabbed his sheepskin jacket to catch up with Kaguya in the dark.

To hell with the marriage covenant, the woman is his wife. He has never even touched his wife. How could that bastard Hiroshi get ahead of him?

"Daughter, you're coming faster than we agreed."Hiroshi opened the black robe that covered part of his face. Kaguya examined the surroundings with eyes, in case Yamashita had someone follow her.

There, it's dark. Only the sound of the howling of wolves behind the hill made the atmosphere even more gripping.

"How about we go tonight?"tawar Hiroshi held the princess' shoulder. He suddenly remembered something that had been bothering him lately.

"But, haven't we talked about it? I can't just leave the palace. My father must be punished if I make a mistake" Minami said, drawing Hiroshi's hand.

There was a flash of shock from Kaguya's refusal, where she began to be confused about what kind of attitude to take. His match with Yamashita, not arranged by ordinary humans. But, the fate of the king of the sky, the ruler of the world who put the elements to each other while still in the womb.

Hiroshi fell silent, beginning to suspect a lot of things. The gaze of Yamashita-to-be Emperor, was like a starving eagle staring at Kaguya. Beautiful, soft and fragrant. Kaguya Arashi has the appeal of all women, flirting with the opposite sex has become her destiny. Hiroshi had no idea how one of the lineages of the goddess of beauty could fall in love with him.

"You changed," whispered Hiroshi embracing his own arm. Hearing him, Kaguya looked up, shocked.

Perhaps true, the princess unknowingly opened her heart to Yamashita. Hiroshi realized that dust-like hatred, no matter how thick, would go away when the wind came to sweep him.

From behind the bush, the eagle's eyes peeked out, putting his fingers on the dry twigs. His chest rumbled violently, swallowing his own saliva.

Damn it, inner Yamashita clenched her teeth. Kaguya had trapped me in a foolish agreement and allowed her to cheat in front of my eyes. Just look, no one can save you from my clutches.

Leaving Kaguya who was still agitated by Hiroshi's accusations, Yamashita turned around, setting up her own plan.

"You have to be honest, before it's too late."Hiroshi stroked her lover's cheek, almost dipping, but was held back by Kaguya's hand.

"I'm sure of my own feelings. Don't doubt it."

That night, they again part ways, talking about their planned departure before the moon god's birthday celebration - Kaguya's father.

...

"Get your hands off, prince! Or I'll...,"

"Or what!" Yamashita clucked violently, pushing his wife's body over the resting place. The beautiful princess thrashed, but in vain her strength was greatly lost.

Like a man who had long planned a criminal act, Yamashita lowered her mouth to her lips. He was very sure that Kaguya would not dare to shout, their room window was too thin. At noon like now, many royal courtiers.

"Don't cry, shouldn't you be happy, princess? At night you no longer need to go out to find other men. I'll satisfy you."A small grin adorns Yamashita's face. He didn't care if his wife was crying with fear in silence.

"Prince, don't demean yourself, "sobbed Kaguya stared intently at the man pressing down on her, "I know, you're better than this."

Is that some bullshit? Yamashita's whispers felt her heart rustle. Kaguya's soft shoulders were trembling with fear, silencing her guts. It might not be a compliment, but a ruse to get him off the hook.

"Kaguya, until when are you going to test the limits of my patience?"Yamashita got up, not to go from the top of Kaguya's body, but to draw an obi bond to her right.

Kaguya finally let out a small scream, crashing back as Yamashita kissed her violently and passionately. He forced the yukata, until the female's innocent body was plastered in his eyes.

Yamashita's breath hunting made, he can not be stopped by anyone. His aura was suddenly filled with a boiling lust.

Nothing is in vain when the gods give destiny to the soul of the son of man. Although Kaguya initially refuses, the elements in her body react to dozens of touches from Yamashita's hands. Hatred is also a sense of pleasure mixed when Yamashita began to move, controlling the lower body.

When your hatred is able to make sakura bloom, there will be many births in Japan. Conversely, death, disaster and rain will never stop before you realize your feelings.

Kaguya cried, but secretly laughed at herself. He likes to see Yamashita jealous and wants her half dead.

At the last moment, before the release came out of their mouths, Kaguya for the first time returned a lump to her lips. Yamashita's tongue tasted sour, perhaps the remaining wine she had drunk before attacking her.

...

May, 2018.

Minami screamed, waking up with sweat all over her face. Where's she? Lastly, he was in the rain, clashing with Yamashita and Yoshio.

"Mina-san, are you having a nightmare?"Someone made a sound, touched Minami's shoulder. Still leaving a small trauma after seeing the romance itself, the girl screamed a little.

Hiroshi's?akh--how can it be? He's Yoshio, isn't he? Minami's mind began to realize something.

"Don't be afraid. It was just a dream, drink it. You're at my place."Yoshio held out a glass of water to his lover. His gaze looked calm, gently pressing Minami's shoulder.

"Yoshio, I'm sorry," whispered Minami feeling her tears falling, dripping with fingers. A dirty taste filled his chest, giving him tremendous pain.

Outside, it's still raining. More dense and dark.