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[X] Soul. That which one hopes never to sell.

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"We should begin the ritual," Patchouli says.

He pauses for a moment, then smiles.

"I know exactly where we should start," he says. "But I believe that this blessed evening deserves a more graceful performance. There is something missing, don't you agree?"

Patchouli pulls out a black tome from her dress. She quickly begins flipping through its pages.

"I don't understand," she says. "I don't see anything missing."

He puts his hand gently on Patchouli's shoulder.

"My Mistress seems to be overlooking something right in front of her~" he says with a sly smile.

"Everything for the ritual is set," she says with a frown. "What are you talking abo-"

He interrupts her with his lips. Her eyes widen in surprise. He slowly pushes his tongue over and against her small lips. They part without resistance as he enters deeper inside her. He continues exploring every inch of her mouth. She slowly responds with her own tongue, rubbing it awkwardly against his. She is clearly inexperienced, but she tries her best to return the stimulation. She closes her eyes as they continue this lustful dance with their tongues.

"S-s-stop it!" Koakuma cries out. Her eyes are red from weeping.

He slowly pulls away from Patchouli to glance at the bat-winged girl.

"I just wanted you to understand this before we start," he says confidently. "Patchouli is my Mistress, and no one else."

He looks back at Patchouli. She has a dreamy look in her eyes as she holds the tome to hide her mouth. Even in the darkness of the chamber, he can see her blushing. She puts a finger in her mouth and sucks it absent-mindedly as he watches.

He clears his throat. Patchouli quickly recovers herself.

"Y-yes, we should start," she says. "I brought what you requested."