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The incense in the Star Religious Group’s inner sanctum was thicker than usual, a swirling grey mist that felt like it was trying to choke the truth right out of you. You stood before Suguru Geto, you hide your hands behind your back so no one could see their trembling. You had become an expert at this, the quick intake of breath, the subtle flinch at empty air, the weary sigh of someone "drained" by a technique that didn't exist.
To the world, you were a rare find: a sorcerer with a niche technique for sensing cursed energy fluctuations. To Suguru, you were a valuable tool in his grand design for a world without "monkeys." Or so you had led him to believe.
"The disturbance in the western corridor," Suguru said, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. He was lounging in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, the gold embroidery of his robes catching the light. "You said you felt a Grade 2 manifesting. Yet, my spirits found nothing but empty space and dust. Care to explain, my lotus?"
"It... it must have been a remnant," you lied, the words tasting like copper in your mouth. "My technique is sensitive to echoes. It’s hard to distinguish between a present threat and a fading one sometimes. It's exhausting, Geto"
You leaned against the wall, faking a dizzy spell, waiting for the familiar weight of his concern. Usually, he would offer a kind word or a steadying hand. But today, the room remained deathly silent.
Suguru rose from his seat. He didn't walk toward you so much as he glided, his presence expanding until it filled every corner of the room. He stopped inches away, his shadow looming over you. He didn't reach out to steady you. Instead, he reached past you, placing his palm flat against the wall, effectively pinning you in place.
"You’ve been working so hard," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, terrifyingly sweet hum. "So hard that you didn't notice the screen I put up around this wing an hour ago. A screen that filters out all residual energy. There are no echoes here. There is only... you."
Your heart skipped a beat, then began to hammer against your ribs like a trapped bird. You looked up, trying to find a flicker of the usual warmth in his eyes, but they were as cold and sharp as obsidian.
"I’ve been patient," he continued, his other hand coming up to trace the line of your throat, his thumb resting right over your frantic pulse. "I wanted to see how far you’d go. I watched you 'sense' curses in rooms I had already cleansed. I watched you stumble from 'exhaustion' when your soul is as bright and untapped as a child's. You have no technique. You aren't a sorcerer at all, are you?"
The silence that followed was deafening. You couldn't breathe, couldn't look away. The jig was up, and the reality of who and what he was crashed down on you. He hated those without power. He called them 'monkeys'. He wanted them gone.
"I’m sorry," you whispered, tears finally pricking your eyes. "I just... I didn't want to be a stranger to you. I knew if you saw me for what I really am, you’d never look at me again. I just wanted to be near you."
Suguru’s expression shifted, but not into the disgust you expected. A small, dark smile curled the corners of his mouth. It was the look of a man who had just found a toy he didn't have to worry about breaking.
"You lied to a god because you were lonely?" he asked, his laugh short and melodic. "How incredibly selfish. How utterly human. You wasted my time, my resources, and my attention on a fantasy."
He stepped back, and for a moment, you thought he was going to cast you out. Instead, he sat back down in his massive, throne-like chair and patted his lap. The command was silent, but absolute.
"Come here," he said.
You hesitated, but the weight of his gaze left no room for refusal. You walked forward on shaking legs and, as he reached out to pull you the rest of the way, you settled onto his lap. His arms immediately wound around your waist, locking you against his chest. It was the closest you had ever been to him, and the most terrified you had ever felt.
"This is your punishment," he whispered into your hair, his grip tightening until you were forced to melt against him. "You wanted my attention so badly that you built a temple of lies. Now, you’ll have it. All of it. You won't be leaving this temple. You won't be leaving my sight."
He tilted your head back, his fingers tangling in your hair, forcing you to look at the beautiful, dangerous man you had deceived.
"Since you enjoy playing the part of a sorcerer's assistant, you will stay right here, at my side. You’ll be my little pet. You’ll keep me entertained, you’ll serve my tea, and you will never, ever lie to me again. If you do..." He leaned down, his lips grazing yours in a promise that felt more like a threat. "I’ll find a much more permanent way to keep that mouth shut. Do you understand me, my lotus?"
You could only nod, trapped in the gilded cage of his arms, finally getting exactly what you had asked for.
His hand slides down your back with deliberate slowness, fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes before suddenly yanking you over his lap. The first strike lands with a sharp crack that echoes off the temple walls, his voice a dark purr "Count them. Or we start over." Each spank burns hotter than the last, his other hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
"One." The first spank lands sharp enough to make you jerk, but his iron grip keeps you pinned across his lap. "Two." Your thighs press together instinctively as heat blooms under his palm. "Three." A gasp escapes when his fingers slide under your skirt, testing your dampness with a hum. "Already?" "Four." The next strike lands lower, purposefully grazing where you're slick "Five" and your hips buck against his thigh with a broken whimper. "Count properly," he says, delivering "Six" directly to your throbbing clit, "or we start from one again."
"Seve-" The word dissolves into a moan as his palm grinds down against your aching clit, the sharp pain melting into unbearable pleasure. "Eight." Your hips jerk uncontrollably, seeking more friction as his fingers slip beneath your panties. "Such a greedy little liar," he murmurs, delivering "Nine" with deliberate slowness, letting you feel every second of the sting before his fingers circle your soaked folds. "Ten" you sob it out, back arching as his thumb presses hard against your swollen bud, the count forgotten in the wave of shameful pleasure.
His hand pauses just as you're teetering on the edge, fingers withdrawing with a cruel chuckle. "Did you think I'd let you come that easily?" He drags you upright, your back flush against his chest, his breath hot on your ear. "Beg properly. Maybe then I'll consider rewarding you." His free hand slips between your thighs again, tracing lazy circles just barely where you need it most each teasing touch a fresh torment.
Your lips brush his neck, trembling as you whisper "Please" against his skin, once, twice, each word softer than the last until it's barely audible. His grip tightens, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back. "Louder," he demands, thumb pressing down on your clit just hard enough to make you sob. "I need you-" The confession spills out between gasps, your hips grinding shamelessly against his hand now. "Pathetic," he murmurs, but his voice is rough with want as he finally, finally give in.
"Pathetic," he repeats, the word dripping with dark amusement as his hands spin you around, your back now pressed flush against his chest, his arousal evident against your ass. One arm snakes around your waist, holding you in place while his other hand slips between your thighs, fingers gliding through your slick with a hum. "But so eager," he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.
Your back arches against his chest as you whimper "Please- your tongue, I need-" His chuckle vibrates through you before he suddenly drops to his knees, yanking your thighs apart. The first slow, taunting lick up your soaked folds wrings a sob from your throat. "More?" he murmurs against your clit, breath hot. "Beg prettier." His teeth graze your inner thigh not where you ache and your nails scrape the wall as you choke out "Suguru, please, jus-" before his mouth crashes onto you, swallowing your moans whole.
His tongue flicks against your clit with cruel precision, drawing out every shuddering breath as you squirm against his mouth. "Please I can't-" you sob, fingers tangling in his hair, but he pins your hips down, refusing to let you chase your release. "You'll take what I give you," he growls against your wet flesh, the vibration making you cry out. Just when you're about to break, he pulls away entirely, leaving you trembling and empty, his smirk dark with promise.
"Suguru..." Your voice cracks, nails digging into his shoulders as you grind against his thigh. "Stop teasing, just- fuck me already!" His laugh is dark, fingers tightening in your hair as he yanks your head back. "Since you asked so nicely..." In one brutal motion, he flips you onto the desk, your back arching as he slams into you, no patience, no mercy, just the searing stretch of him filling you completely. "There," he growls, hips snapping against yours. "Is this what you needed, my greedy little liar?"
His grip in your hair tightens, forcing your spine into a sharp arch as he drives into you with relentless precision. Teeth scrape your pulse point, not a mark, not yet, just the threat of one, while his other hand pins your wrist to the desk. "Look at you," he murmurs, voice dripping with dark amusement. "All that clever lying, just to end up like this." His thrusts turn deliberately slower, deeper, each one dragging a whimper from your throat. "Beg me to ruin you properly," he orders, lips brushing your ear. "Or do you still think you can play games with me?"
Each thrust stretches you impossibly deeper, his thick length filling you so completely it borders on pain, yet you arch back for more, nails scraping the desk as he bottoms out with a groan. "F-fuck too big-" you whimper, but your body clenches greedily around him, betraying your words. His laugh is dark as he drags you back onto him, one hand fisting in your hair. "Liar. You love being this full." The stretch burns deliciously as he picks up pace, your moans pitching higher with every snap of his hips, until you're so stuffed with him you can't remember your own name.
Your thighs tremble violently, every nerve alight as pleasure coils tight in your belly, too much, yet not enough. "I can't-I need-" The words dissolve into a sob as your hips jerk helplessly against his, chasing that sweet, unbearable pressure. His grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to meet his smoldering gaze. "Need what?" he taunts, slowing his thrusts to a maddening grind. "Say it." Your back arches, nails biting into his arms as you choke out "Need to come-please, please let me-" just as his thumb finds your clit, and the world shatters.
Your body convulses around him, oversensitive and trembling as he fucks you through the aftershocks, each thrust wringing a broken whimper from your throat. "Not done yet," he growls, fingers digging into your hips as he chases his own release. The desk creaks dangerously beneath you, his pace turning brutal until, with a final snap of his hips, he spills deep inside, his groan hot against your skin. For a moment, all you hear is the heavy sound of your shared breathing, his weight pressing you into the wood. Then his teeth graze your shoulder. "Next time," he murmurs, "you'll beg before I even touch you."