Fuddu2

“Oooph… I think I’m satisfied… for now…” Hanamaru Kunikida (a.k.a Elder Zura) said as she rested her spork, her dialect mannerism of including “zura” at the end of her sentences substituted by a few satiated and poorly held in belches. “Kukuku! My little demon’s hard work is noteworthy, but it seems she can’t keep up with Yohane after all~ you’re completely depleted of dark energy, Elder Zura!” Yoshiko Tsushima (a.k.a Yohane, The Fallen Angel) smirked, a hand resting on Hanamaru’s squishy stuffed middle. “Not even your outfit survived this unholy summoning…” She added, fingers tracing back and forth at the hem of Hanamaru’s devilish corset, which came slightly undone by overeating alone. “Ah!” Hanamaru looked a bit surprised at that herself. “So that’s why Maru could go for a sixth slice of cake outta nowhere, zura~” she said dreamly, although one further look at her “Master” in front of her made it clear that Yoshiko wasn’t faring any better. “You look awfully tight on that