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To the Altar, with No Escape (Patreon)
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Hinata-chan has already picked out the dress. The rest is up to you... or at least, that’s what she wants you to think.
In the garden, amidst sunlight and petals, the bride doesn't wait demurely; she smiles with the look of someone who already knows how the ceremony will end. The bouquet weighs less on her than her desire to draw closer; the lace dress barely covers what she wants you to see, and the pink corset ribbons look like they were made to be undone with your teeth. Her fishnet stockings ride up slightly as she walks, and her gaze begs you to step closer—to stop pretending you’re only looking at the flowers.
"What? Are you just going to stand there like a guest?" she asks, tilting her hip until her skirt lifts just enough. "The altar is ready, the 'I do' is on the tip of my tongue... and so is the rest. If you get nervous, I’ll help you. If you’re obedient, I’ll reward you. And if you try to run..." She leans forward—her cleavage nearly brushing the bouquet—her voice low and sweet. "...I’ll drag you back myself. You don't leave a bride like this standing at the altar." Hinata-chan doesn't want a proper husband. She wants one who can handle the rest of the honeymoon without ever looking away.
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