Spooky Encounters [_____]

Tamami wasn't quite sure what the stranger was thinking now. Everything about her body language, not to mention her words and tone, were suggesting that she was wanting the same thing that she was trying to get Tamami to admit she wanted. But something still seemed off. Seduction was one thing, but this woman was going quite far with it for someone who was currently bound and restrained. And on top of that Tamami still had this nagging feeling that actually going all the way would be a bad idea.

Even so, when the woman rolled onto her back, Tamami couldn't help but get a good look at the display she was given. On top of how shapely the rest of her body was, she was quite well-endowed, and those little movements she was still doing just made her all the more attractive in Tamami's eyes. If she was supposed to be an evil spirit, she was the most beautiful evil spirit ever to exist. "I said..." Tamami said, leaning over her and speaking in an almost hungry tone, "That I love seeing you tied up like this. That I was the one to do it just makes it all the better."

But then, rather suddenly, she pulled away. Before she could go any farther, she managed to mentally restrain herself, reminding herself that there was a reason this woman was currently tied up on the floor. Other than her own interests and dissatisfaction with a shoddy job, that was. She pushed herself up and sat herself on the edge of her bed, looking down at the woman. "But I think I'm just going to leave you like that for a bit, rather than playing into...w-whatever you're doing." From up here, she still had a very impressive view, and didn't hide her gaze. But her tone was now very serious. She glanced between the restrained woman and the other bed, where she had found something that looked an awful lot like a dead body. "I haven't forgotten, you know. You somehow managed to sneak into my room, with a body...or something that looked a lot like one, at least. I'll have you explain yourself before I do anything else with you."

"What are you talking about?" asked the spirit, now remaining still as the other girl loomed over her. She was neither giving up on her act nor was she at all acting as if she were the one in a compromising position; just looking at her face, the alluring tone of her voice and nothing else, one would think she was the one that had Tamami tied up on the floor. "That is my body. No need to worry about binding it, of course."

Squirming momentarily once again, the spirit leaned forward and, with surprisingly little effort, brought herself up to a sitting position. It was difficult to tell her hair length in the dark, especially with it pinned to her back by the ropes, and the bindings on her legs made her sit with them stretched out in front of her, but despite the awkward positioning of it all--not to mention her hands still trapped behind her back--she gave no declaration or hint of discomfort.

"Now tell me, dear," she started, a very slight head-tilt complimenting her confident expression as she peered over and asked her following question: "If I am not a spirit, then with the door and window both locked, how did I manage to gain entry to this room tonight?"

Tamami let out a soft sigh. Was this still going on about the spirit thing? She still wasn't doing a very good job of convincing her. The argument about getting in with the door and window both locked fell apart with the fact that she was solid. If Tamami had managed to tie her up, then there was no way she would have been able to just pass straight through the door or walls. Let alone bring her 'body' in with her. Besides... "The door's not locked. I usually don't bother, when I'm in here. So you could still have come in that way." Although, that didn't account for how Tamami hadn't noticed. Maybe she'd come in while Tamami was fishing through the closet earlier or something. It still seemed like something she would have noticed, but...well, the light was already off, and between this girl's dark hair, dark clothes, and light movements, it was technically possible.

"At any rate," she started, standing up again and walking towards the door. She still kept her eyes on the girl, just as much as a precaution if she tried to do anything as because she was still very much a treat for the eyes. Her tone certainly helped with the latter, although the attitude like they were in opposite positions was something she'd have to deal with. "If it is an actual body, even if it's 'yours', it needs to be reported. But since I still don't believe that..." The woman on the floor would only have another second to notice Tamami going for the light switch before she said "Let's find out," and flicked it.

There was another reason the spirit tried to discourage Tamami from flicking the lights on, actually...

It wasn't so much the ambiance that she was trying to protect, even if that was a convenient thing to have when messing with someone. She didn't really care about being seen, either, and she figured the bed's "occupant" would be discovered at some point regardless, so there was no real secrecy issue to worry about. Rather, is was more of a personal preference; something she was much more comfortable with for some reason or another.

As the light flickered on, the spirit could finally be seen clearly--very long, purplish-black hair, pale and fair skin as if she'd never seen a moment of sunlight. Evidently the curves of her body, now much easier to discern with the darkness no longer obstructing vision, were covered by a uniform that did not belong to Fukui Academy... It was all black, save for the dark-red necktie, and her legs were mostly covered by a long skirt. With a pair of black pantyhose covering her legs and all other parts of the uniform considered, it was easy to see why she was so hard to see in the dark.

Contradicting her previous upper-hand attitude, though, the "spirit" now squinted her eyes and tilted her head downward. It was, in fact, the light that she wasn't so fond of.

As for the one on the bed... it was pretty realistic, but unmistakably a life-sized doll.

"If you insist on the light, would you at least provide me with a blindfold?" the spirit noted, her tone now with a flavor of disappointment on it in addition to its rather natural teasing undertone.

"Oh..." Tamami said, seeing the way the woman (the very attractive woman, although she had already gotten that impression) shielded herself from the light. And asked for a blindfold. "Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, I should have something like that around here," she said, pulling open a drawer and fishing out...yes, a proper blindfold. So Tamami had one of those around, too. While it might have been interesting to use something improvised, this was still more effective.

She slipped behind the woman and tied the blindfold in place. "I'll just be a moment, but I do need the light for this, so here you go," she said. She then moved over to the unoccupied bed, and looked over the 'body'. "Huh. A doll," she said, after noticing that, for all its apparent realism, it was unmistakeably artificial. "It's pretty good, though. Realistic enough for not much light, and really creepy." Actually, maybe she should have tried touching it first. But what kind of high school girl willingly touched a dead body?

"Also..." She was already making her way back to the light switch, but she stopped to look the woman over one more time while she could still see her clearly. "You're even more attractive than I thought." She flicked the lights off again and returned to sit on her bed, but left the stranger's blindfold in place. "So now that I know I don't have to report you, why don't we start over?"

Huh. The blindfold comment was a joke, actually, so the spirit was a tad surprised to have one actually placed over her eyes. She could still see relatively well with the light off, but now her vision was all black, and thus it was sound that she relied on to observe her surroundings. Perhaps her deductions were correct after all; it Tamami kept a blindfold in addition to these ropes, the girl must have had some very... particular interests.


"Mmm..? Start over, you say?" the spirit asked, able to straighten up now that she had no more need to shield her eyes. Whether the light was off or on didn't make any difference to her now that her eyes were covered. Amidst another taunting smirk, she added: "Do you usually start your encounters with other girls while they're bound in such a manner as this?"

Her head remained straight and pointed toward the doll-occupied bed, so her back was to Tamami as she spoke. Surely she could hear where the girl was, but apparently felt no need to turn around to look at her; though, with the spirit sitting up in the manner that she was, catching sight of her subtle squirms and shifts within the ropes was easy even in this darkness. More visual temptation, rather than actual discomfort. "If this is where we start, then where, pray tell, will we end up..?"

"No, of course not," Tamami said. "But I also usually don't start with someone breaking into my room and trying to scare me shitless." She noted that the moment the lights were off again, the woman went right back to taunting and tempting her. And while the temptation to just take advantage of the woman's bound state was certainly great, Tamami was having an easier time resisting now that she'd already pulled herself back from actually doing it once. And while the woman's taunting was still getting her worked up on some level, it was also starting to get annoying.

"Speaking of which, you never did apologize for that," Tamami said. With the woman still facing away from her on the ground, Tamami was easily able to raise a foot to plant the heel on the woman's back (the way she'd tied the ropes left a convenient opening for it) and push her forward. "Why don't you start with that? After all, you're costing me valuable sleep time on top of everything else."

A subtle, mildly surprised "oof" sound came out as the spirit felt a push against her back. She wouldn't fall over with her legs in front of her, so the only manner of lessening the slight discomfort it presented was to arch her back and wiggle in place for a moment to position herself a little better. Oh, so Tamami thought she had the upper hand in this situation, just because she'd managed to tie up and blindfold the spirit? She thought she could order the spirit around? How adorable.

"Apologize? Now why would I do that?" replied the spirit, turning her head only slightly toward the girl who sat behind her. She was still choosing not to face Tamami, even though she knew the direction the girl was in; a somewhat disrespectful gesture, perhaps, as if Tamami didn't deserve to be spoken to directly. Whoever this spirit was, however tempting she might have behaved, it was pretty clear that she wasn't taking Tamami seriously. "An apology would imply a manner of regret for my actions, which I do not feel. That frightened scream of yours was quite entertaining, so why would I regret that?"

The spirit's next few words were spoken after a soft, dark chuckle. "Or do you simply wish to hear those empty words regardless, and pretend they hold meaning? Because if so, I wish you the best of luck getting me to say them."

Tamami pressed her heel harder into the woman's back. The woman was clearly trying to lessen her discomfort, and she couldn't allow that. Not after a comment like that. "Hardly. I'll make you learn regret, if I have to. Don't forget, I've already found at least one of your weaknesses." Sometimes, she wondered if she was too nice for her own good. This was one of those times. She didn't particularly wish harm on anyone, but this girl was certainly pushing her luck. She was starting to get the feeling she should never have given her that blindfold. Or turned the light back off.

"Make no mistake. I will stay up all night if I have to to force an apology out of you. And if it comes to that, I will have you pay for that as well."

The way the spirit squirmed when the heel pressed against her back implied that the attempts to make her uncomfortable were working. Physically, at least; while her tone as she spoke again did seem like she was trying to avoid sounding bothered, the words she said and the manner in which they came out implied that she still believed she had the upper hand, and they only came after a long pause. "Ah, forgive me. I was thinking about something more interesting."

Arching her back a little more, in attempt to ease the pressure placed on it by Tamami's heel, the spirit finally turned her head a bit more. If it weren't for the blindfold, her eyes probably would have finally been visible at this point. "You'll make me, will you?" said the girl, followed by a light chuckle. "And how will you do that, hm? You need not lie to me, dear, I can tell you don't have it in you to really make good on that threat."

Shame she couldn't wink. Or, well, she could, but it'd be a pointless gesture with her eyes covered...

Hmph. For all this woman's cocky remarks, it seemed like Tamami was at least accomplishing something. She was putting her, physically, in an uncomfortable position, which meant that there would be pain sooner or later. She continued as though nothing was wrong, though, causing Tamami to twitch a little. Particularly when the woman accused her of being incapable of following through. Okay, sure, she might not have been before. She wasn't really that bothered by the scare now that she knew that there wasn't a real dead body in her room. Nor was she that upset about someone breaking in. The intruder, as much trouble as she had caused, was stunningly attractive and had been rather interesting at first.

But the constant taunting, the constant acting like she was on top, and that Tamami was just some random person to mess with until she got bored, was really starting to get on her nerves. Now, with that comment, she was starting to genuinely get upset. Sighing, Tamami lifted her heel off the woman's back. But instead of letting up or conceding, she tucked her leg back, then snapped her foot right into the woman's face.

It wasn't a particularly well-practiced kick, nor was it forceful enough to cause lasting damage. At best, there could be some minor bruising, although more likely it would just hurt a lot. Possibly knock the woman over, if she ended up off-balance. "Stop acting cocky," Tamami said coldly. "You're already damn fortunate I decided not to turn your in. You should be thanking me on your hands and knees for that, but even more fortunately for you all I'm asking for is an apology. If you keep pushing your luck though..." She stood up, then pressed down on the woman's body with her heel again, "I'll just have to teach you discipline myself."

Eyes covered meant that, no matter how good her night vision was, the spirit couldn't see the kick coming. If she did, maybe she could've braced for impact, turned her head away or dodged, but such was not the case. So despite the momentary relief of the heel being removed from her back, the unexpected strike to her face caught her off guard and, without so much as a sound, she fell over onto her side and fell silent. Just for a little bit.

She only started moving again when she felt the heel on her ribs, in response to which she began squirming uncomfortably. Her hands and legs were still bound, though, so she could not actually act against it. "Mmm... You'll have to do a lot better than that, dear," the spirit replied to Tamami's words, attempting to roll onto her back and perhaps nudge the heel away with that motion. Whether or not she could was entirely up to Tamami, though. "I can tell you don't have it in you to implement such 'discipline,' so let's save some time and just have you apologize for your current actions, hm?"

Still speaking condescendingly, she was. It was only a little kick and a small bit of pressure on her ribs, after all, though she was rather curious to see if Tamami had the guts to make good on her threat...

Right. If this was how this woman was going to do things, Tamami was just going to have to keep going until she finally gave in. This was probably going to get her in trouble later, but it wasn't like this woman was another student or anything. She'd broken into her room late at night and she had to act on her first instinct, right? ...Okay, that wasn't going to fly, but at least anything this woman might have tried to do to retaliate hinged on her not getting herself in equal trouble. Yes, that was it.

"Right, yes, I'm sorry," Tamami said, lifting her foot off of the woman just for long enough for her to roll onto her back, only for her to bring it back down much harder on her chest, right near the bottom of her ribcage. "For taking it so damn easy on you so far. What the hell do you know about what I'm capable of or not, anyway?"

Not being able to see the blows coming really made them inconvenient. As the foot made contact once again, this time with a section of her ribs, the spirit flinched, leaned forward, and spent a few seconds coughing in response. It didn't quite knock the wind out of her, fortunately, and she settled in place again after a moment spent composing herself again; for the first time, very briefly, her sly expression was replaced by an uncomfortable and slightly painful one. If it weren't for the blindfold, she likely would have been seen cringing.

The spirit did, however, regain her attitude quickly and smile once again. "Simple," she replied, squirming underneath the foot for just a moment, to make herself a little more comfortable, before going still again and turning her head as if to look at Tamami. "You, like anyone else, suffer from the illusion of kindness. What you are capable of is limited by instinctual self-preservation. Human are social creatures, you see, thus they have evolved a morality tailored to the upkeep of their image in society. Quite pathetic, if you ask me..."

The woman's response suggested that Tamami had, at least, made progress. She'd gotten a reaction at least, other than the constant, relentless taunting. It was only for a moment, before she went back to her usual attitude. But it was something. And that meant progress. Her response, meanwhile, gave Tamami an idea of how this woman was thinking. Society, huh? She was already seen as a bit of an oddity in 'society' because of how she had a tendency to just damn the usual formalities that were expected of her. What was one more thing?

Actually, more importantly than that... "Hate to break it to you, but there's no one in here but you and me," Tamami said, pressing down harder on the woman's chest. "I don't have to give a shit about my 'image' in here. Certainly not with someone who would have to admit to breaking in in order to tell anyone else. As long as you're in here? My 'image' doesn't mean shit."

"I-... is that what you think..?" replied the spirit, though her momentary stutter was only the result of the pressure on her torso. It was starting to limit her speech just a little bit; a tad harder and she might even have had mild interference in breathing. The blindfold made it hard to see the slightly irritated cringe in one of her eyes, though despite her discomfort, she continued in her taunting attitude.

"You're misconstruing the concept, dear," the spirit continued, resting her head back against the floor, and keeping still so that she could more easily brace against the pressure on her chest. "There is always someone around to maintain your image in front of--and, in this case, that would be yourself. Someone who seeks an apology expects a guilty conscience of the one they request it from, which means that you possess one of your own as well. Even if you do manage to overcome your own weakness and act out in a violent manner, you'll surely feel guilty about it later on. And that, my dear, is hypocrisy in its simplest form."