Romans & histoires Nitta Sayuri Geisha

She looked Japanese, beautiful and very curvy. Gabi judged the size of her bust and hips. What a rare one. She looks like a busty anime character with big thighs. “That shy giant is not so naive after all”. She thought and smiled to herself. Hinata stepped forward. She bowed politely in a Japanese gesture. “Hello, Mrs Gabi”. Mrs Gabi was stunned by her politeness despite her beauty for a second then her face lit up in excitement. “A beautiful young bride!”

"What if all these is just a trick, a test?!" "Trick, my foot. I think the rumours are the trick. He is looking for a Bride that will love him despite his scars." Another replied back with a chuckle. Belladonna looked up at her, recognizing her to be Niti, one of Aniya's friends, one of those ladies back in Inaymi who despised her for being with Lytio. Niti was quite chubby, average height and beautiful. Her defining feature happened to be her breasts, with that she was abundantly blessed but since having it all was rare, from the back Niti looked like a straight slate.

Take care of her well, she looks like a great wife. “さようなら今のところ” (Sayōnara imano tokoro) (Goodbye for now) Zane waved her hand at her and said goodbye, Nicholas then held her by the hand, left the shop together, and spent most of their time trying on street foods. Hours passed and it was time for them to head home, to Himeji Castle, however, Zane was still reluctant to do so. Nicholas however was dying to go, he had long indulged her with everything she wanted to do, even going as far as wearing matching cute headbands and stuff that makes him feel embarrassed but still did it anyway, for his wife.

as she gestures to herself . “ It’s Kurat , just Kurat . I thought you might get a cold .” As I am looking at Nari , I am trying really hard not to burst out laughing . She looks like she has a dress on , She’s smiling as she nods “ Ok , Kurat shall we go to training .” Walking down to training with Nari , I see how some of the males are openly checking her out . Without realising I am growling at every male that looks in her direction . She looks so damn cute in my t-shirt , as we reach the training ground it is buzzing with activity .

VVVVV “Give me a shot” a woman said sliding onto the stool beside Takashi. The bartender turned and got to work. “I haven’t seen you around before. Who are you?” the woman asked like she couldn’t care less. Geiru did say to introduce himself. “Takashi Fujiwara”. He felt the change of atmosphere, like everyone stopped what they were doing, but he knew it was only in his head. “Any relation to Dai Fujiwara?” she asked looking interested.

“Rory became obsessed with submission. And her obsession carried me like a tidal wave into the very darkness that these men—Natasha and Kostya—are involved with. If it wasn’t for her, I never would have befriended Natasha.” “What happened?” He let go of my hand. “She was focused on Japanese culture as part of her foreign studies major at UW Madison. She began to collect books on the Japanese history of women in particular. She studied the geisha and oiran with a passion bordering on madness. In the US, the geisha have the reputation for being sex workers, but they were not. And they are not the submissive slaves that people commonly stereotype them as. The geisha were—and are—entertainers. T

Nari stood up and walked nimbly to the desk. "Wow! How come I didn't see that earlier!" Yuna whooped in delight, moving closer to Yuna. "Ugh, I believe in the Yoo's empire supremacy. How can a single woman be an expert in dancing, acting and modeling, excelling in all areas? She is so damn powerful!" Hana whispered, sandwiched between Nari and Yuna as she flipped the magazine's pages. "I know right! How could a woman be so perfect in her mid fifties? Her skin is goals! I don't think she has aged a bit since her first debut." Nari chipped in, sliding a finger up the beautiful woman's face in the magazine.

When it came to popularity, beauty, wealth, and status for girls here at Diamond Academy, at the top were the 4S Beauties, the 'S' standing for seasons, due to how each girl's appearance reminded people of a specific season. Starting first with Natsumi Summer, the one who spoke before and was currently glaring at both Mai and Maria in her red dress, embroidered with pink rose designs, as she arrogantly flipped her long curly hair that was a beautiful ombre of pink and reddish orange. Vividly reminding one of a sunset, it was styled into a fancy high ponytail. From what Maria recalled, Natsumi was written as overbearing and fierce like the unbearable sun during summer. She was the daughter of

“Nii-san! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to Tokyo?” the young girl called out, half in protest. “Ah… yeah, haha,” Heri replied awkwardly. “I already made plans with someone, Akari-chan. I was worried I wouldn’t have enough time.” Akari’s gaze immediately shifted to Sakura. “Nii-san… who’s she?” she asked innocently. Sakura quickly stepped in to introduce herself, not wanting things to become awkward. “Kitagawa Sakura. Nice to meet you.”

The street of the geisha is full of music, for they play the samisen there all day long. Sakura-ko played it too; indeed she was skillful in every lovely art. She played the samisen, the kotto, the biwa, and the small hand-drum. She could make songs and sing them. Her eyes were long, her hair was black, her hands were white. Her beauty was wonderful, and wonderful her power to please. From dawn to dusk and from dusk to dawn she could go smiling and hide her heart. In the cool of the day she would stand upon the gallery of her mistress’s house, and muse as she stood and looked down into the street of the geisha. And the folk that passed that way said to one another, “See, yonder stands Sakura