The energy is definitely not there, and that's the concerning thing about the show. They've sold out all of their performances, they can't back out of the contracts now, so they have to make it work.
Satoru clearly isn't going to rise to any of her verbal lashings, and Suguru is completely thrown off by her shifting attitude on stage. It won't do. Since she left the group, Suguru's been in control: of her music, of her appearances, of her shows, of her life. Satoru has always been the one person to throw her off so badly, and Suguru is aware that she's been handing her too much control these past few days. Letting Satoru get under her skin, which is just what she wants.
For all Suguru knows, Satoru has no idea what she's asking for when she says "Do your worst" because Suguru hasn't kept up with the details of Satoru's intimate personal life, just the postings about her dates and flings. She doesn't know what Satoru knows about this, doesn't know if Satoru understands what sort of challenge she's thrown down. Suguru wasn't lying when she said she'd trained girls like her, spoiled brats who just needed a little guidance. They had been aware, at least.
She grapples with what to do for a split second, but it feels like an eternity in her mind. She'll just be giving Satoru exactly what she wants, even if Satoru doesn't realize it— although it feels like Satoru does understand some of it. Knows she's asking for something. She doesn't want to give into Satoru, but Suguru has always been weak for her. It was why she had to leave in such a blaze, else Satoru would have come after her and asked her to come back, and Suguru would have folded.
But this is perhaps the only thing that will ruffle Satoru the same way she's ruffled Suguru.
When her arm drops, Suguru grabs it and spins around, using her leverage to push Satoru back against the wall. In contrast to Satoru's bare skin— her legs and midriff all on display— Suguru is mostly covered, except for her shoulders and arms, and her heeled boots give her extra height so she's eye to eye with Satoru.
"I told you not to touch me," she says, and slides a hand into Satoru's hair, pulling hard. It yanks her head back, her neck on display. "Can't even listen to basic instructions. Going around biting people. Did no one teach you manners?" Suguru had tried, years ago. It hadn't worked. "You need to be taken over my knee and spanked like the naughty brat you are."
She smirks and leans in, nuzzling her nose against Satoru's pulse point. She doesn't kiss her, or bite, just swipes her tongue over the spot, laughing meanly when she feels how her pulse is racing. She presses against Satoru, breasts pressing against Satoru's, and slides a knee between her legs, pressing up against her crotch and rubbing.
"I'm not so uncultured as to leave a mark where anyone can see it, especially when you don't deserve that." A mark, from her? That's a treat Satoru won't get to enjoy. "You're all bark, Satoru. Do you even know what you're asking for?" She lets go of her hair, and lifts her head, patting Satoru's cheek condescendingly. "Open your door when I knock later and maybe I'll show you."
She trails her hand down Satoru's body, over the cleavage revealed by her top, down her exposed stomach, and stops at the waist of her hot pants.
"But then, you are a fool, so I won't be surprised if you don't."
She smiles sweetly and kisses her cheek, leaving behind a lipstick print, and strides off, out of the hallway and into the waiting arms of her manager and aides, ready to shower.
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Satoru clearly isn't going to rise to any of her verbal lashings, and Suguru is completely thrown off by her shifting attitude on stage. It won't do. Since she left the group, Suguru's been in control: of her music, of her appearances, of her shows, of her life. Satoru has always been the one person to throw her off so badly, and Suguru is aware that she's been handing her too much control these past few days. Letting Satoru get under her skin, which is just what she wants.
For all Suguru knows, Satoru has no idea what she's asking for when she says "Do your worst" because Suguru hasn't kept up with the details of Satoru's intimate personal life, just the postings about her dates and flings. She doesn't know what Satoru knows about this, doesn't know if Satoru understands what sort of challenge she's thrown down. Suguru wasn't lying when she said she'd trained girls like her, spoiled brats who just needed a little guidance. They had been aware, at least.
She grapples with what to do for a split second, but it feels like an eternity in her mind. She'll just be giving Satoru exactly what she wants, even if Satoru doesn't realize it— although it feels like Satoru does understand some of it. Knows she's asking for something. She doesn't want to give into Satoru, but Suguru has always been weak for her. It was why she had to leave in such a blaze, else Satoru would have come after her and asked her to come back, and Suguru would have folded.
But this is perhaps the only thing that will ruffle Satoru the same way she's ruffled Suguru.
When her arm drops, Suguru grabs it and spins around, using her leverage to push Satoru back against the wall. In contrast to Satoru's bare skin— her legs and midriff all on display— Suguru is mostly covered, except for her shoulders and arms, and her heeled boots give her extra height so she's eye to eye with Satoru.
"I told you not to touch me," she says, and slides a hand into Satoru's hair, pulling hard. It yanks her head back, her neck on display. "Can't even listen to basic instructions. Going around biting people. Did no one teach you manners?" Suguru had tried, years ago. It hadn't worked. "You need to be taken over my knee and spanked like the naughty brat you are."
She smirks and leans in, nuzzling her nose against Satoru's pulse point. She doesn't kiss her, or bite, just swipes her tongue over the spot, laughing meanly when she feels how her pulse is racing. She presses against Satoru, breasts pressing against Satoru's, and slides a knee between her legs, pressing up against her crotch and rubbing.
"I'm not so uncultured as to leave a mark where anyone can see it, especially when you don't deserve that." A mark, from her? That's a treat Satoru won't get to enjoy. "You're all bark, Satoru. Do you even know what you're asking for?" She lets go of her hair, and lifts her head, patting Satoru's cheek condescendingly. "Open your door when I knock later and maybe I'll show you."
She trails her hand down Satoru's body, over the cleavage revealed by her top, down her exposed stomach, and stops at the waist of her hot pants.
"But then, you are a fool, so I won't be surprised if you don't."
She smiles sweetly and kisses her cheek, leaving behind a lipstick print, and strides off, out of the hallway and into the waiting arms of her manager and aides, ready to shower.