<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Yazhu's Persuasion</span></div><br/>"D-deal!" Tsuto agreed to Yazhu's conditions so quickly, without hassle or haggling, that she might have questioned whether she was cheating herself somehow. Or perhaps he was just really backed up... he was tenting his pants even before Yazhu had finished getting his belt undone. Once free his rod instantly sprang to full mast: long, hard, and proud. "There's a room upstairs..."<br/><br/>He sat on the bed, taking off his shirt while Yazhu knelt between his legs. All the glassblowing must have been some demanding exercise, because his chest and stomach were decently toned. "I haven't done it in a week," he told her, "my-" he suddenly stopped mid-sentence, as though he had just caught himself before giving something away. "Never mind that, I'll let you work... oh yeah, work my balls too... gently please!" He groaned at the exquisite sensation of her gloved hands on his family jewels.<br/><br/>His cock itself was sensitive too, having been neglected for a week if he was telling the truth, and he sounded like it as she bobbed up and down along his length. "Just like that... oh yeah, babe... fuck you're good!" His encouraging grunts got heated and heavy, and he was visibly struggling to keep his hands on the bed and let her move at her own pace instead of grabbing her by the hair and forcing her down on his dick. He didn't last fifteen minutes before he finally reached the end of his physical and mental restraint, and held her head down until her lips were wrapped until the base of his member, the tip of which was tickling the back of her throat. "Drink it all!" he gasped out as he nutted in her mouth, letting go in a daze only after the last spurt ended.<br/><br/>So it was understandable that a distracted Yazhu might not have heard the footsteps approaching up the stairs until it was too late and the door swung open just as she could breathe once more. "Honey I'm back - WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!?" The voice belonged to an angry young woman, dark skin contrasting with her shimmering white hair and silvery breastplate. The heavy sword on her back came out with a ring of drawn metal.<br/><br/>"N-Nualia! It's not what it looks like!" Tsuto panicked.<br/><br/>"Why you cheating little - get out, GET, OUT!" Nualia screamed, her sword brooking no argument as she chased both Yazhu and Tsuto downstairs and then out of the workshop entirely.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Much later that evening, a chastened Tsuto slinked into the caravan with the full payment for goods sold, the imprint of an open hand still red on his cheek.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Baihu's Persuasion</span></div><br/><em>(Coming soon)</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ameiko's Social Link</span></div><br/><em>(Coming soon)</em>