Enough pressure, especially when Miho arches her back, pushing forward into the sweet bite of the steel. Her breath hisses a little between her teeth, and her eyelids flutter, slightly.
The thin line of blood that wells up behind the blade thickens, hands for a moment, before spilling over and running down her chest, and her belly.
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Enough pressure, especially when Miho arches her back, pushing forward into the sweet bite of the steel. Her breath hisses a little between her teeth, and her eyelids flutter, slightly.
The thin line of blood that wells up behind the blade thickens, hands for a moment, before spilling over and running down her chest, and her belly.