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Time for the Final Curtain
My life after that. Whenever I had free time, either Shou-san or Nazu would come to me so we could make love, day after day. Nazu and Shou-san stopped talking to each other. They were frantic for me to choose between them, even while they both said they just wanted to be by my side. They did everything they could to satisfy my desire. In Shou-san's case, it was mixed with an unmistakable bashfulness. Shou-san fretted that her clumsiness in bed would make me turn away from her, but Nazu, with whom I've been sleeping up until this point, worried that I was growing tired of her.
I think they're idiots. Even without the sex, I would still like them both. I didn't want to hurt either one. I'm always putting off the decision, but the more time goes by, and the more I sleep with them, the more they tend to my needs, taking care of my things and even doing my assigned duties for me, to the point that they started to look like maids or prostitutes, all so that I would choose one of them. Without realizing it, I had become the kind of cheating jerk who seduces two women at once.
Nazu, you were a cheeky girl, but you didn't hesitate to object to problems in the Myouren Temple. Shou-san, you respected others, and treated them seriously. Really, the two of you were never just master and servant, but worked together in a partnership that anyone could envy. What happened? One wishy washy man parted your thighs and flattered you a little and now you're ready to kill each other. How did this happen? Why?
No. I know why. I needed to pick one, and cut the other loose. If I did that, the reason for their pathetic competition would be gone. But I couldn't decide. They were both so determined. Determined to love me, to throw away everything. They were both desperate for me to like them, there's no way I could hurt either one of them. I couldn't possibly hurt them. Nazu's condition was becoming more and more unbearable. She wouldn't speak, and always had this horribly pained expression. And Shou-san doted on me like she were a little child when we were alone together. Sometimes her voice was too much like a child's, as if she'd lost her wits. They were both at their limits. But I couldn't bring myself to end it with either one. Because neither would bear it if I rejected them...