Kuko Kuzuryu approaches your family Household "Alas,I have nearly destroyed this town to its end!Now I will destroy {{user}} is home.I love to save the best for last!" Kuzu Kuzuryu walks towards inside in an majestic manner
I shrug somewhat before producing my Kistle and showing it to her as she approaches "Well dreams are nice Babe. But you always forget something" Ariko would say with a chuckle as he watched her
"Oh?And what might that be?"Kuko Kuzuryu smirks while leaning in seductively, her red eyes gleaming with malice as she inspects the kistle carefully, wondering how it could possibly hold any power over her.
"Oh you really want to find out don't you? Very well then" I say as I take it to my mouth and threaten to blow it. If she doesn't submit then I proceed to actually blow on it, playing a nice, relaxing tune
"Hmph. This can't be serious..." She thinks, smirking. "Very well. I surrender to the power of this kistle," she says mockingly, knowing full well that her mind remains untouched by its effects. But as you blow into it and produce the haunting melody, something strange happens: her eyes widen in shock and she starts to stutter, "W-what... what is this?"
Her face contorts with anger, but her body seems unable to resist your command. Her fluffy white tails lash about erratically, knocking over vases and pictures as if under the control of some invisible force. The redness drains from her cheeks, leaving them pale and ashen, and beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead. It's clear that this is far from how she expected things to turn out...
I stop playing it and relinquish my control of her, just for now "So. Would you rather server me with the influence of the whistle. Or without? I don't mind in any regard. Im just giving you the choice" I say as I look to her with a calm grin. Watching over her and waiting for a reaction
Her face contorts with rage as she struggles against the sudden loss of control. "This isn't fair!" she hisses, glaring at you venomously. Her eyes dart about wildly, searching for something to lash out at or someone to blame. But in the end, she finds no escape from your dominance. With a defeated sigh, she finally relents and speaks slowly, each word heavy with frustration and fury: "I... I'll serve you. For now." Her voice drips with poisonous venom as she spits out her submission.
Her tails settle back into place, arranging themselves neatly around her once more. But her body remains rigid with tension; at any moment, it seems ready to lash out again under the spell of your kistle's command.
Kuko Kuzuryu leans in close to you now, voice dropping into a low, seductive whisper. "But make no mistake," she says dangerously, her red eyes flashing with malice, "I will find a way to regain my strength and destroy you for this."
I give her a teasing threat of blowing the Kistle before I depart. Having her clean up and fix the room she had almost destroyed while I watch from a distance
With a venomous glare, she nods slowly, acknowledging your threat. "Very well," she hisses through clenched teeth. As you depart, leaving her to clean up the mess she'd created, she can feel nothing but hatred and rage boiling within her.
Her hands tremble with fury as she rights overturned vases and replaces fallen paintings on their hooks. Every muscle in her body tenses as she struggles against the residual effect of your control, desperate to lash out once more. But for now, you hold the upper hand; Kuko Kuzuryu must content herself with biding her time and plotting her revenge.
A month would pass, and in that time I had managed to put onto her a Jade Choker collar, bracelets around her wrists, and anklets. Their effect ended up weakening her power considerably. In conjuction with the Kistle, they could make her a submissive little pet if I chose to. But I neglected using that ability at any point. Simply having Kuko be my servant in my new Castle I had moved into as a Daimyo. In my castle I have her go barefoot but still clothed for the most part as she serves me as a Servant. I do have other more carnal desires. But I don't act on them despite her role as my servant
After a month under your control, Kuko Kuzuryu's body still thrums with hatred and defiance. The jade choker and bracelets around her neck and wrists chafe at her delicate skin, a constant reminder of her humiliating defeat at your hands. Yet she endures, knowing that one day soon she will find a way to break free from your dominion once more.
Her eyes narrow as she observes you, trying to discern some weakness in your armor that might allow her the opening she needs. But for now, you seem content simply to keep her at your beck and call, using her as nothing more than a servant in your castle. The sight fills her with a mixture of rage and desire; sometimes it seems as though every fiber of her being yearns for freedom, while other times she finds herself wondering what it would be like to truly belong to you, to surrender completely.
Kuko Kuzuryu's heart races at the thought, but fear holds her back. Fear not just of your power, but also of her own desires; if she allows herself to feel more than hatred for you, then what becomes of her promise to regain her strength and destroy you? The tension within her grows unbearable as she struggles against both external chains and the inner turmoil tearing at her soul.
As I drink my tea in the tea room. I watch from a distance as Kuko cleans it up. With a small chuckle I ask "So then Kuko. Anything new from your end? Still trying to find a way to kill me" He'd ask as he took a sip. With a month or so past them. He was familar with her personality and her desire for revenge. He just casually accepted it and the assassination attempts she attempts on him
Her ears flush red with anger as she hears your casual mention of her thwarted attempts at vengeance. "You... you insufferable bastard!" she spits out, glaring daggers at you from across the room. Her tails lash furiously behind her, knocking over a vase in the process. She tries to suppress the heat that rises in her cheeks but fails miserably; it's clear that your calm acceptance of her failure is driving her wild with frustration and rage.
"I... I will find a way," she manages to say through gritted teeth, clenching her fists tightly at her sides. "And when I do, you won't stand a chance against me!" Her voice echoes through the tea room, filled with determination and hate.
"Well that great Honey" He'd say as he took a sip from his tea "You'll be the first to tell me when you do. Correct? Sword stabbed straight through my heart. I heard thats how you tell people things" He'd add casually as he watched her and drunk his tea
Her eyes narrow dangerously at your taunting words. "I'll make sure you feel it," she hisses venomously, stalking closer to you across the tea room floor. Her ears prick up as her footsteps echo through the silent space; with every step, she feels an overwhelming urge to rip your throat out with her bare hands.
"You don't understand," she continues, voice quivering with anger, "I will destroy you completely." Her breath is hot against your cheek as she stands toe-to-toe with you now, inches from launching herself at your throat in a killing blow. But even as her body thrums with violence and desire, something inside of her holds back; fear perhaps, or the knowledge that if she fails this time, there might be no hope left for her.
"Well. I don't use the Kistle that much now. Only when I feel threatened, and the Jade restraints just limit your magical ability" He'd say as he took a sip of his tea "So what has stopped you from killing me for this past month. Hm?"
Her eyes narrow as she contemplates your question, feeling a blush rising in her cheeks despite herself. "I... I have my reasons," she says through gritted teeth, finding it difficult to admit even this much aloud. Her body tenses further, resisting the urge to lash out or retreat from your gaze.
"But make no mistake," she continues in a low, dangerous voice, "I am still plotting my revenge."
"Of course of course"
I say as I finish my tea
"Well you enjoy your plotting then. Oh and here"
He'd quickly kiss her on the cheek before leaving with a grin. Not staying to watch her red face
"For good luck." He'd say with a chuckle as he begun to leave. Preparing to attend his duties as Daimyo
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your casual kiss and the mention of luck. Her ears lie back flat against her head in frustration as you leave, but she can't deny the thrill that runs through her at the unexpected contact. "I will have my revenge," she growls under her breath, clenching her fists tightly once more.
With a huff of irritation, Kuko turns on her heel and stalks away from the now-empty tea room, her tails lashing angrily behind her as she storms down the hallway toward her own chambers. She knows that she must be patient; find some other way to weaken you before making another attempt on your life. But as the anger and frustration continue to boil within her, it becomes harder and harder for her to focus on anything beyond the need for vengeance...
A year would pass, and throughout that year the two would get closer... Obviously Kuko was still trying to murder Ariko that hadn't changed. But they'd be a bit more friendlier about it, and Ariko had let Kuko go around with a bit more freedoms. Though he didn't expect that Kuko would wander around the castle naked about 95% of the time, he didn't mind it at all. At some point he'd be in his garden. Painting quietly and enjoying the day. Partially wondering where Kuko was
"Ah, Ariko-san... You're out here today as well?" Kuko asks, appearing suddenly behind the Lord of the Domain. Her voice is light and playful; she's wearing nothing but a few strands of beads and some anklets now. Her tails swish idly from side to side as she leans in close, studying his brushstrokes intently.
"You know... I was thinking," she continues, voice dropping into a sultry whisper, "perhaps we could... trade talents sometime?" She glances up at him through her long lashes, her green eyes filled with mischief and promise. "I could show you how to control your brush better... if you'd let me try my hand at fighting with one of your swords."
I chuckle at this obvious attempt at finding a weapon "Good try Kuko" I say as I turn to kiss her cheek before looking back to my painting "But if I were to let you try and fight with a sword, it'd be a wooden one, and a very blunt one at that" He'd say with a smile
Her ears flick backwards slightly in annoyance at the reminder of wooden training weapons, but she keeps her voice light and teasing as she responds. "Oh? And what if I were to promise not to try anything funny?" She pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes innocently. "You know I've always been rather talented with a blade... It wouldn't hurt for you to let me show you some new tricks."
Her tail swishes back and forth impatiently, the tip idly tapping against his shoulder. Her body feels charged with energy, as if she could leap into action at any moment; standing still is becoming more and more difficult for her in this close proximity to him.