el.the miko-第14部分

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ong　ago：　quarter　your　memory；　then　divide　it　into　eighths；　sixteenths；　and　so　on。　〃Eventually；〃　he　had　told　her；　〃you　will　find　the　detail　you　have　been　seeking　for　your　senses　are　the　most　sensitive　of　receptors。　They　record　everything；　it　is　only　your　conscious　mind　which　filters　out　what　it　believes　to　be　all　the　important　data。　The　lesson　you　must　learn…and　it　is　a　most　difficult　one…is　that　your　conscious　mind　often　makes　the　wrong　choice。〃
　Now；　as　her　eyes　drank　in　the　erotic　movements　unfolding　just　beyond　the　aperture　in　the　shoji；　Akiko　began　the　quartering　search　of　her　memory；　for　she　was　well　attuned　to　her　own　emotions　as　she　was　to　others'。
　Tonight；　just　like　all　nights；　she　had　sprung　the　right　trap　to　ensnare　Sato　so　that　she　could　slip　away　from　his　advances。　She　had　been　filled　with　elation　at　the　frustration　she　was　causing　him。　But　that　feeling　had　been　short…lived。　Why？
　Rock　music's　primal　pulse　so　full　of　anger；　aggression；　and　lust；　sizzled　in　her　blood　like　alcohol；　a　room　blue　with　smoke；　making　figures　as　indistinct　as　priests　inside　a　temple　wreathed　in　incense　lit　for　the　dead。　She　stalked　a　tiger　there；　lithe；　full　of　a　terrifying　atavistic　power。　It　magnetized　her；　spooked　her。
　For　now　she　had　traced　the　loosening　of　her　sexual　emotions　to　the　moment　when　she　had　been　circling　Nicholas　Linnear　like　a　hungry　jackal。　Summoning　up　the　image　of　him　within　the　confines　of　exotic　Jan　Jan；　she　experienced　again　the　triphammer　beat　of　her　heart；　the　tiny　trembling　of　her　inner　thigh　muscles；　and　the　powerful　pulsion　to　approach　him。
　Again；　as　they　had　at　the　nightclub；　her　fingers　rose　up　to　touch　the　flushed　flesh　of　her　cheek　as　if　to　assure　herself　that　it　was　still　there。　It　had　not　been　that　long。　She　must　always　keep　that　in　mind。　A　stranger　to　herself；　she　must　learn　to　bee　her　own　best　friend。　She　had　never　been　able　to　do　that。　。。　before。　On　the　advent　of　her　rebirth　she　had　vowed　to　herself　that　she　would　try。　But　first；　unfinished　business。　And　that　involved　Nicholas　Linnear。　Oh；　yes。　Most　surely　it　did！
　Akiko's　eyes　opened　wide。　Sato　and　Yoki　were　entangled　on　the　futon。　The　folds　of　their　kimonos　rippled　about　the　edges　of　their　working　flesh　like　the　sea's　waves　upon　the　shore；　concealing　and　revealing　at　once。
　The　panting　bellows　of　their　breaths　rose　toward　her　like　a　flock　of　gulls；　pulling　her　onward　as　a　third　member　as　it　fueled　the　furnace　of　their　passion。
　She　saw　Sato's　erection；　large　and　reddish　from　the　stroking　ministrations　of　his　partner。　Yoki's　eyes　were　fluttered　closed　in　pleasure　and　her　soft　breasts　heaved　into　Sato's　calloused　palms　as　his　head　slid　down　and　down　until　his　open　mouth　touched　the　insides　of　her　heated　thighs。
　Unconsciously　Akiko　strained　forward；　and　when　she　saw　his　tongue　flick　out　to　caress　the　flesh　there；　she　gasped　silently。　A　line　of　warm　sweat　trickled　like　a　serpent's　tail　down　the　deep　indentation　of　her　spine；　staining　her　kimono；　marking　it　with　her　lust。　Her　palms　traced　a　circular　pattern　inward　across　her　own　spread…apart　thighs　until；　lifting　the　material　of　her　kimono；　she　encountered　bare　flesh。
　Now；　instead　of　her　own　fingertips；　she　felt　Sato's　flickering　tongue　in　maddening　repetition　as　it　moved　across　Yoki's　damp　thighs；　his　hands　behind　her　knees　for　an　instant；　lifting　her　legs。
　Yoki's　thighs；　Akiko's　thighs。　There　was　no　difference　there　to　the　touch。　What　had　been　done　to　her　had　not　marred　the　silkiness　of　the　flesh。　But；　she　knew；　should　Sato　see　what　lay　along　the　inside；　hidden　skin　there　he　might　call　off　the　wedding　and　that　she　could　not　afford。　Afterward。。。　well；　then　he　would　have　no　choice　but　to　accept　her。
　Sato's　mouth　moved　upward；　covering　the　curling　black　hair　covering　Yoki's　high　mound。　Akiko　could　see　the　other　girl's　hips　trembling　with　excitement　and　the　building　of　her　orgasm。　Sato's　head　burrowed　down　into　the　heat　and　the　wet　and　Yoki　threw　her　head　back；　the　thin　cords　at　the　side　of　her　neck　standing　out；　her　lips　open；　her　teeth　bared。　Her　thighs　trembled　uncontrollably。
　And　ail　the　while；　Akiko's　deft　fingers　were　opening　up　her　own　petals；　making　gentle　circular　sweeps　in　concert　with　the　movements　of　Sato's　head。　She　felt　him　but　it　was　not　enough；　she　needed　more。　The　sensations　touched　her；　beading　like　rain。　But　what　she　craved　was　a　torrent；　a　tidal　wave　to　lift　her　off　her　feet　and　tumble　her　helter…skelter　into　the　arms　of　ecstasy。
　It　would　not　e；　and　she　increased　the　pressure　of　her　fingers；　beginning　to　dig　into　the　soft　folds；　pulling　them　apart；　pressing　harder　against　her　clitoris。
　Sato's　head　came　up。　His　chest　was　heaving　like　a　bull's。　His　great　male　form　arched　itself　above　Yoki's　supple　female　one；　shadowing　her　from　the　diffuse　light；　streaking　her　face　so　that　she　appeared　to　be　wearing　some　bizarre　makeup。
　And　now　she　drew　him　upward；　rubbing　him　against　her　until　she　had　no　other　choice　but　to　arch　up　and　impale　herself　on　him；　thrusting　her　hips　wildly　off　the　futon；　the　breath　whooshing　out　of　her　with　an　audible　rush；　the　mounds　of　her　breasts　quivering　with　the　strength　of　the　sensations　running　rampant　through　her。
　How　Akiko　longed　to　feel　what　she　was　feeling：　the　tide　gathering；　calling；　running　inward　from　the　vast　depths　of　the　sea　toward　her　like　a　blanket　of　night；　blotting　out　all　thought；　all　pain；　all　memories　in　the　shooting　inundation　of　vibrating　pleasure。
　Sato　was　stroking　down　to　meet　Yoki's　frantic　thrusting；　their　hips　hot　in　contact；　the　warm　salty　sweat　dripping　down　from　Sato's　bulging　muscles；　beading　along　the　girl's　rippling　skin。
　She　began　to　cry　out；　her　arms　enfolding　him；　drawing　him　all　the　way　down　on　her；　so　that　to　Akiko　it　seemed　as　if　he　was　burying　her　with　his　mass。　The　rhythmic　grunting　picked　up　in　tempo　and　the　motion　of　their　hips　became　ragged　and　indistinct。
　Yoki　was　sighing　out　her　passion　in　great　long　jets；　her　face　unlined　and　taut。　The　heels　of　her　hands　jammed　against　Sato's　powerful　muscular　buttocks；　urging　him　to　thrust　himself　even　deeper　into　her。
　〃Going；　going　going。。。〃　Yoki's　voice　held　the　edge　of　hysteria　and　something　more。　Whatever　it　was；　Akiko　longed　for　it　just　as　she　longed　for　the　release　from　the　bunched　tension　ribboning　her　thighs　and　stomach。　Her　muscles　were　knotted　and　the　pain　came　roaring　at　her　just　as　it　always　did　at　these　sessions。　She　bit　her　lower　lip　in　an　effort　not　to　cry　out。　Her　heart　hammered；　threatening　to　burst　its　cage　of　bone　and　slippery　membrane　to　explode　like　a　sad　sun　in　her　constricted　throat。
　Please；　she　moaned　to　herself。　Please；　please；　please。　Though　initially　she　had　felt　more　than　she　ever　had　before；　though　she　thought　she　might　experience　the　blessed　relief　of　the　clouds　and　rain；　this　night　was　no　different　from　all　the　rest。　She　heard　Sato's　animal　grunting　as　he　shot　in　rapid　fire　into　Yoki's　spasming　depths。
　It　was　too　much　for　Akiko　to　bear　and　she　fell　back；　slamming　her　shoulder　against　the　floor　beneath　the　tatami。　Her　eyes　rolled　up　in　their　sockets；　she　heard　the　rushing　of　a　sharp　wind　so　briefly　she　was　uncertain　of　its　existence。　Pain　and　a　terrible　longing　transported　her　to　a　black　plain。　She　heard　Sun　Hsiung　saying；　〃There　is　a　way…and　if　you　are　patient　I　will　teach　it　to　you…　to　scrutinize　the　enemy's　external　appearance　so　that　you　may　be　able　to　discern　his　inner　mind。〃
　Then　unconsciousness　took　her。
　Nicholas　rose　promptly　just　before　six　A。M。；　awakened　by　his　own　inner　clock。　He　took　a　quick　shower；　turning　the　water　on　first　scaldingly　hot；　then　needle　cold。　Emerging　from　the　bathroom；　his　skin　glowing　from　the　tough　toweling；　he　folded　down　into　the　lotus　position；　facing　the　window　and　Tokyo。　He　took　three　long；　deep　breaths。　Then　he　dissolved　into　himself。　And　expanded　outward；　until　his　being　filled　the　universe　and　he　was　wholly　a　part　of　everything。
　The　discreet　knock　on　the　door　brought　him　out　of　his　deep　meditation；　he　had　been　waiting　for　it。　His　eyes　focused　on　the　spires　of　the　city　and；　breathing　normally　again；　he　rose。　He　ate　his　breakfast　of　green　tea　and　rice　cakes　silently。　Then；　dressed　lightly；　a　small　black　bag　slung　over　one　shoulder；　he　went　out　of　the　hotel。　It　was　just　after　ten　o'clock。
　He　walked　two　blocks；　east　then　south；　and　found　himself　in　Toranomoncho。　Past　the　small；　immaculately　tended　park；　on　the　far　side　of　Sakuradori　he　came　to　sanchome；　the　third　area　designation　in　Toranomon。　There　were　no　exact　street　addresses　in　Tokyo；　a　peculiarity　that　nonplussed　all　foreign　visitors。　Rather；　the　vast　city　was　divided　up　into；　first；　ku　or　wards；　then　zones　such　as　the　Ginza；　finally；　into　cho。　Within　chd　were　numbered　chome　and　block　designations。
　On　the　odd…shaped　thirteenth　block；　Nicholas　found　what　he　was　searching　for。　The　building　overlooked　a　small　ancient　temple　and；　just　beyond；　Atago　Hill。
　Inside；　he　changed　cut　of　his　street　clothes。　Reaching　into　the　black　bag　he　toted；　he　withdrew　a　pair　of　white　cotton　wide…legged　pants。　These　were　kept　up　by　a　drawstring。　Over　this　he　drew　on　a　loose…fitting　jacket　of　the　same　color　and　material。　This　closed　by　means　of　a　separate　belt　of　black　cotton　tied　low　on　the　hips。　Finally；　he　stepped　into　the　hakama；　the　traditional　black　divided　skirt　worn　now　only　by　those　who　had　mastered　kendo；　kyudo；　sumo　or　held　dan…black　belt…ranking　in　aikido。　This；　too；　was　tied　low　on　the　hips　to　give　a　further　feeling　of　centralization；　handed　down　from　the　time　of　the　samurai。
　Thus　dressed　in　his　gi；　Nicholas　went　up　a　flight　of　perfectly　polished　wooden　stairs。　In　his　mind　he　heard　the　click；　clack…click　of　wooden　bokken　clashing　against　each　other。　And　it　was　suddenly　last　summer。　He　and　Lew　Croaker　were　in　a　New　York　dojo　and　he　was　watching　the　look　in　his　friend's　eyes　as　for　the　first　time　Croaker　saw　the　flash　of　kenjutsu。
　Nicholas　had　always　been　slow　to　find　friendship；　principally　because　that　concept　in　its　Eastern　form　meant　a　great　deal　more　than　it　did　in　the　West。　For　him；　as　for　all　Orientals；　friendship　meant　duty；　the　upholding　of　a　friend's　honor；　bonds　of　iron　no　Westerner　could　fathom。　But　Lew　Croaker；　within　Nicholas'　orbit；　had　learned　those　definitions　and　had　chosen　to　be　Nicholas'　friend。