Aftercare (1/1)

Despite Momo being a stern and heavy handed mistress she was also the most caring of the people Tzuyu knew. Momo would occasionally check in on her even during sessions to see if everything was alright. Nothing could really beat Momo's special ramen and a cup of hot macha. Except for maybe eating while being held and snuggled. Momo never slacked out on this part of the deal. Instead if they were short with time she would instead cut the session short but never the aftercare.Never the talks, snuggles and caresses.Never the massages and soft wispers of promises.Momo would never skip out on the ointment. Her gentle fingers applying the gel with such careful strokes Tzuyu sometimes wondered how bad the welts and bruises looked like from Momo's eyes. Sometimes Momo needed to be held too.She would crumble and apologize for the bruises and welts. Shaking so much Tzuyu wasn't sure if there was anything else she could do but hold her, kiss her and wisper how much she loves her. How much she loves everything Momo does to her.Tzuyu didn't realise how much each hit must have hurt the elder. Not until Momo was the one safewording during a session, panicking, apologizing, crying.Momo breaking into a thousand pieces.