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An executive hotel suite, twentieth floor with a large glass window to give a nice view of how far you had to fall below from the bedroom. A mini-bar, a TV on the dresser, a closet and a door to the bathroom complemented the queen size bed that the tanned-skinned young woman with blue hair stood at the foot of, crossing her arms as she kept her back to the door in patient expectation. She heard the door open and shut, familiar footsteps walking over to her as she opened her eyes.
"Miku...is this really what you want?" Roxy gently demanded, standing behind the idol in her top shirt and shorts. "The debut...in front of all of those genies...one mistake could destroy everything you've built up until now. Is it truly worth it?"
"It's not really about what I want now, is it?" Miku turned to face her, her bust brushing against Roxy's own. "It's about what I can do...and how I owe it to myself to know how far I can go."
"So it doesn't bother you, like at all, to put your life on the line for your ambitions and stuff?" Roxy balled her fists up at her side. "Even though you're surrounded by those who would die to see you happy?"
"I can never be happy if I'm not doing my best." Miku eyes took on a sadder glint. "You of all people should know that, Roxy..."
"Fine! Then be miserable! But if being happy means going out on stage in front of a bunch of lamp freaks who can smite you just for missing a single step then you can do it without your manager!" Roxy turned her back on the briefly struck idol. "I'm not losing another friend to this business...and I'm through seeing loved ones get screwed over by desert spirits."
"I can't force you to do anything, Roxy...even if I wanted to, I know I'm not that strong." Miku grabbed her shoulders, turning her back around so that she can peer into her wet pink eyes. "But I need you to know...that if I can't go out that and fulfill my dreams, I'll never be the type of woman worthy of your feelings."
"...You goddamn leek-loving idiot..." Roxy nearly sobbed. "Fuck my baka life..."
Wrapping her arms around her neck, Roxy joined her lips over Miku's as the two embraced each other tightly enough to form a human vise. Their tongue purling around each other, Roxy moaned slightly as she felt Miku's hands squeeze at her built posterior, her own womanhood thickening against hers. Roxy wasn't surprised when her shorts hit the floor and was only disappointed that her panties weren't tugged down sooner when Miku pushed two of her fingers in her needy asshole, the idol backing against the foot of the bed to sit down with the blonde on her lap before she removed her fingers, the two breaking the kiss with a strand of saliva connecting their mouths.
"I know what I just said but, Roxy, please...I can't do this without you." Miku turned her around, lying her on her back on the bed before pushing her fingers back in while Roxy's member throbbed. "Be there at the venue with me?"
"You loser...I'm not going to leave behind a useless virgin like you." Roxy began to pant, pre-cum already dribbling from her cock as Miku stretched her out. A few minutes of burrowing later, Miku moved back to undo her own shorts, showing off her own girthful hen to the increasingly-ravenous blonde. Roxy crawled forward, slowly licking up her cinnamon shaft before suckling on her tip, massaging it with her tongue before taking in more of the rod. Miku sighed out gratefully as Roxy took her to the base, petting her beloved manager's hair before Roxy finally pulled back to lie on the bed, reaching down to spread her cheeks for her treasure. "Show me just how far you'll go, Miku..."
"Roxy..." Miku whispered as she got on top of the presenting young woman, pushing her tip to her rim before entering her. "Stay with me."
"Can't get rid of me, can you?" Roxy lightly snarked as more of Miku was inserted inside her, the idol finally beginning to move as she was taken to the hilt. Her thrusts, as usual, caused Roxy to groan out in satisfaction even before she was turned around to be put on all fours. Her leg raised, she was hammered from that position for a few moments before she was lied on her stomach for Miku to rut her from the top. Roxy's voice got higher as her arm was grabbed, raised back up as Miku's tip poked at her prostate. Both her arms gripped at first, she kept herself up through exertion as her tits were cupped by a determined Miku from behind. Turned around yet again, she was pulled onto a kneeling Miku's lap to be bounced, desperately locking her lips over hers as she came on her shirt, their tongues intertwining as Miku came deep inside her in return.
"Come to the top with me." Miku pleaded, lying Roxy on her back as she breathed raggedly.
"Dumbass...we're already there." Roxy stroked her cheek before they pressed their lips together again.