Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.

"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."

Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.

Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."

Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?

As soon as she thought he was distracted enough, Aijou let out a playful grunt and surged upwards, throwing her entire weight onto his shoulder. She landed on the ground with a soft thud, barely feeling it thanks to her athletic training. The force sent Kiro stumbling forward a few steps before he fell to his knees, making a small 'oof' sound as he did so.

Aijou giggled. "Ha! Look at you, dweeb! All limp and pathetic!" She taunted, watching with glee as Kiro struggled to get back up. "Come on," she prodded, giving his arm a hard shove, "Don't just lay there like a slug."

The sensation of her touch, her hand brushing against his skin... It sent a shiver down Aijou's spine. She felt conflic

"Oh ho? Someone's got their little widdle feelings hurt, do they?" Aijou mocked, eyeing the bandages that covered Kiro's arm. Her gaze drifted downwards, taking in the rest of his body as well. "And it looks like someone needs a little bit more time to heal..." She paused, tilting her head slightly. "...Or is it something else?"

Her words held a sinister edge that sent shivers down Kiro's spine. He could feel Aijou's presence looming over him, almost tangible, as if she was some sort of predator and he was her prey. Her gaze bored into him, unblinking and unforgiving, as she waited for his response.

A part of him wanted to snap back at her, to fight back...but another part whispered that this might be exactly what Aijou wanted.

"Really now?" she drawled, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "That's too bad." Taking a step closer to him, she leaned down, their faces mere inches apart. Her breath was hot against his ear as she continued to speak in that whispering voice. "You know what would really make me feel better?"

Before Kiro could respond or react, Aijou grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, forcing him to stumble toward her once more. This time, their chests were pressed together; she could feel every inch of him beneath her breasts. "I think..." She trailed off, her voice becoming even quieter now as she savored the contact between them. "...I think you should do whatever I tell you to do."

Her words sent a shiver down Kiro's spine, and he couldn't help but feel his heart race

"Kill you?" she snorted, amused by his dramatics. "No, dummy. Not quite," Aijou whispered into Kiro's ear as her hand tightened around his shirt collar. Her breath tickled against his skin, making his body tremble with anticipation and fear. "I want you to belong to me."

She held him there for a moment longer before letting go, stepping back so that they were no longer touching. Kiro remained frozen in place, his eyes wide with confusion and disbelief as she slowly circled around him. "That's right," Aijou continued her whispered torment, "I want you to be my little bitch. Obey me. Serve me."

Her words sent a rush of conflicting emotions through Kiro. Part of him wanted to push her away, reject the idea outright...but another part relished in

"Well?" she demanded, her tone suddenly sharp as she stopped moving and glared at him expectantly. "What's it going to be? You gonna let your little feelings get hurt even more...or are you finally going to admit that I own you now?" Her eyes narrowed, daring Kiro to defy her once again.

The silence stretched between them for several tense moments before Kiro finally whispered, "You...win." His voice was barely a breath as he forced the words past his lips. Aijou felt a surge of triumph rush through her at hearing him submit. It only made her want more.

"Very well," she purred, walking closer to him once again. "Since you've seen the light now...you can start by calling me 'mistress'." Her lips curled into a smug smile as Kiro closed his eyes, steeling himself for whatever was

"Mistress," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice barely audible over the sound of their shared breathing. Her smile widened at his obedience; it was like music to her ears. "Now that we've got that out of the way..." Aijou paused, taking a step closer still so that she was just inches away from Kiro's face, their noses brushing against each other. "...You can begin by thanking me."

Her eyes bore into his, demanding complete submission with every ounce of her being. Inside, she felt like a caged animal finally set free, wild and untamed. Her heart raced in anticipation as she waited for Kiro to speak...to obey her command.

Her lips curled into an even more satisfied grin as she listened to him speak her words back to her. "Good boy," she purred, gently running a finger across his cheek before trailing it downwards, following the line of his jaw. His skin felt warm and smooth beneath her touch; it sent shivers of desire coursing through her body. "Now...what else can you do for me?"

Her gaze drifted over his form once more, taking in every inch of him anew. The tingling sensation spread throughout her, pooling low in her belly as she imagined all the different ways she could have him at her mercy. Her finger trailed lower still, tracing lazy circles around the hem of his shirt before reaching upwards to pull it over his head, exposing Kiro's bare upper body to her hungry eyes and greedy touch. "Why don't you show

Aijou sucked in a sharp breath as she saw his toned, muscular chest and abs beneath the bandages. "Hmph," she snorted, her gaze raking over every inch of skin exposed to her. "Not bad, Kiro-chan," she purred, surprising herself with the nickname that slipped out. She hadn't called him by his childhood nickname in years. "But what kind of pet would I be if I didn't help my new little bitch heal up properly?"

Without waiting for a response, Aijou reached out and began undoing the bandages around his arm. The movement was surprisingly gentle, almost tender, despite the dominance in her gaze. As each layer of cloth fell away, revealing pale flesh beneath, she couldn't help but marvel at how well healed he seemed to be. "There we go," she murm

When Aijou noticed the old scars on his back, her expression hardened slightly. It was as if a veil had been lifted; she could see past the charming facade he presented to the world and glimpse the real him beneath. Despite this, she couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness creep up within her chest. These scars were proof of his suffering, of the pain he'd endured at the hands of others...and now they belonged to her.

She traced one of the lighter scars with her finger, feeling its rough texture against her skin. "You really have been through a lot, haven't you?" she whispered, more to herself than to Kiro. Her voice held a note of sadness and admiration that surprised even her.

Aijou leaned in closer, pressing her warm lips against his neck as she continued to trail her finger along the scar.

Her chuckle was soft and gentle as it escaped her lips, barely more than a breath against his skin. "Why would I laugh at you, Kiro?" She sounded sincere, almost hurt by the thought. Her fingers continued to trace slow circles around the scar on his back, causing shivers to run down his spine. "You've been through so much...I can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for you."

She pressed her body closer against him, feeling their hardnesses align as she savored this moment of closeness with him. "But now," she purred, her voice taking on a possessive tone that made his heart race wildly in his chest, "You're all mine. I'll take care of you from here."

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, barely holding back a whimper as he broke down in front of her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close to steady his breath and muffle his cries. "Shhh..." Aijou whispered, kissing the top of his head gently. "It's alright. I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Her words, though perhaps not entirely truthful, carried with them an air of comfort that made Kiro feel safe and protected for the first time in what felt like forever. He clung to her, his body trembling as he tried to control his emotions, using every ounce of willpower he had left not to break down completely.

Aijou held him close, rocking back and forth gently as she stroked his hair and whispered soothing words in his ear. It felt strange; unfamiliar,

Aijou kissed the top of his head once more and continued to hold him close. She felt a strange sensation in her chest, something she'd never experienced before with anyone else; it was like a warmth spreading through her, filling her up from the inside out. It scared her at first, but then it didn't. Maybe... just maybe this is what she always wanted. A connection. Someone to belong to who would belong only to her.

"No," Aijou said firmly, her eyes boring into his, "you belong to me." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I don't want you to change who you are for anyone else. I just... I need you to trust me. To obey me. To be mine in every way possible."

She reached out and cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped from the corner of his eye. Her touch was gentle but firm; commanding without being demanding. "Can you do that?" she asked softly, eyes searching his face for any sign of agreement or resistance.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words; it was the most honest thing he had ever said to her. A wave of elation washed over Aijou as she realized that maybe...just maybe there was hope for them yet. She smiled, the genuine article this time around, and leaned in closer until their noses were nearly touching once more. "Thank you," she whispered huskily, her breath tickling against his skin. "I promise I'll take care of you, Kiro."

For the rest of the day, they maintained a tenuous peace with one another. Aijou continued to tease and taunt him whenever she could, but beneath it all there was an undercurrent of... something else. An understanding. As if they were finally on the same page after all this time. And perhaps, just perhaps, they could move forward together.

As night began to fall and the two students made their separate

With every passing moment, she felt more connected to him. It was as if something inside her had finally snapped into place, realigning all the pieces in a way that made perfect sense. She knew now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was hers and hers alone...and the thought filled her with an unbearable heat.

As she walked home that evening, Aijou couldn't help but smile to herself, lost in thoughts of what their future might hold. Yes, she had him now, and nothing would ever change that. Her fingers drummed idly against her thigh as she envisioned all the ways she could make him hers completely...

Her steps slowed as a realization struck her. Kiro had never once tried to resist her; he had willingly submitted himself to her dominion. Perhaps...just perhaps, he truly did feel the same way about her that she felt about him. A shiver ran

Maybe it was all just an act at first... But now she couldn't deny the truth anymore. It felt so right, so... perfect. And maybe... just maybe, they could be together like this forever. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought, and for a moment there was nothing else in the world but him, his submission, and their connection.

With renewed hope filling her soul, Aijou continued on her way home, humming softly to herself as she imagined all the ways they could be together. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile that didn't fade even when she was out of Kiro's sight... Because deep down inside, she knew that this time, he was truly hers.

Her steps slowed as she reached her own house, noticing that it too was empty and silent. It was strange, almost unsettling...but at the same time, it felt oddly right. Like everything had come full circle. Aijou let out a contented sigh, reaching up to run a hand through her hair as she wandered into her room.

Her thoughts drifted back to Kiro and their encounter earlier that day. The way he'd submitted so willingly to her, trusting her with his body and heart...it sent shivers down her spine just thinking about it. She could feel herself growing more and more possessive over him by the minute,

She didn't want to share him with anyone else; she wanted him all to herself, forever. With determination burning in her eyes, Aijou climbed onto her bed and curled up under the covers,images of Kiro dancing through her mind as she drifted off to sleep. Her fingers unconsciously traced circles on her thigh, as if somehow feeling him there with her, even when he was far away.

Tomorrow would be another day at school, and Aijou couldn't wait to see Kiro again, to feel his warmth against hers and taste his submission on her tongue. She closed her eyes, a contented smile playing around the corners of her mouth as she dreamt of their future together...a future where they were one, inseparable.

Hmph. Maybe if he wanted to impress her more, he could have taken the time to eat something properly...or at least not made such a mess in the kitchen by cooking four sandwiches all at once. But then again, perhaps it was endearing in its own way. Aijou smiled to herself as she finished getting ready for school, mentally preparing herself for the day ahead.

She had butterflies in her stomach; a mixture of anticipation and nervousness that made her heart race whenever she thought about seeing Kiro again. What would happen today? Would he continue to submit to her so easily? Or would there be resistance, and if so...how would she deal with it? These questions danced through her mind as she left the house, stepping out into the crisp morning air.

Her gaze drifted over to him as he approached, and she couldn't help but smile warmly. It seemed like he was trying harder than usual today to impress her; the way he'd made those sandwiches...it was almost cute in a pathetic sort of way. Aijou resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his attempts, instead deciding to play along and pretend she found it endearing.

As they drew closer to each other, Aijou took a deep breath, mustering up all her courage before leaning in and whispering into Kiro's ear. "Good morning, bitch." Her tone was sweet and innocent, almost playful...but there was an underlying current of dominance that couldn't be ignored.

Kiro blushed at her words but didn't respond. Instead, he ducked his head shyly as they continued walking towards their classes together

"Hmm... you're not very talkative this morning." Aijou hummed, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his expression. "Are you feeling okay, baby? You don't want to make your mistress think you're getting sick, now do you?" Her voice was gentle yet commanding at the same time, leaving no doubt in Kiro's mind who held the reins here.

Kiro bit his lip, unsure of how to respond but knowing he had to say something. "I-I'm fine, Mistress." He stuttered, managing a small smile. "Just thinking about what you said...it makes me feel..." But before he could finish the sentence, Aijou silenced him with a gentle slap across the cheek.

"Tsk tsk," she scolded playfully, shaking her head in feigned disappointment. "You should know better

Oh? And what is it that I said which has you all flustered and tongue-tied like this?" She raised an eyebrow in feigned curiosity, glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye as they continued to walk side by side towards their class. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she waited for his response. "I just... I never thought..." He stammered, unable to find the words to express himself clearly. The butterflies in Aijou's stomach grew stronger at the sound of his voice; it felt good knowing that she affected him this way. It made her feel wanted and desired, powerful and in control. "There, there," She said soothingly, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "You can tell me. I won't be angry." Her touch was light and reassuring, and yet the commanding tone of her voice left no room

Her lips curled into a slight smirk as he said that, but she chose not to comment on it further. Instead, she leaned in closer and whispered softly into his ear, "Well then...if you insist." Her warm breath caressed his skin as she continued, "But remember, if you don't talk to me when I want you to..." She trailed off teasingly, leaving the rest unsaid.

A slow blush crept up Kiro's neck as he realized what she meant. It had been a calculated move on her part, playing with his emotions like this...and yet somehow it made him even more aroused than before. A sense of anticipation filled the air between them, making each step they took towards their class feel heavier and more loaded with meaning.

When they finally arrived at their destination, they parted ways with one final glance exchanged, Aijou's sm

As she took her seat in class, Aijou couldn't help but steal glances at Kiro throughout the lesson. He seemed more...inspired today, and it was hard not to feel a pang of jealousy when other students would catch his eye or smile at him. But then again, that was the point of this game, wasn't it? For her to have complete control over every aspect of his life, including whom he chose to engage with and how much.

Their eyes met briefly during a lull in conversation, and Aijou felt herself grow even warmer inside at the sight of his expression; equal parts desire and devotion that only she seemed able to elicit. With each passing moment, their connection grew stronger, more intense...and she couldn't wait for the next opportunity to push things further.

When class finally ended and they found themselves alone once again, Aijou sa

The moment their eyes met, Aijou felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something different about the way he looked at her today; it seemed like he couldn't keep his eyes off her. It made her heart race and her cheeks flush with desire.

Without hesitation, she rose from her seat and slowly walked over to where he stood, pressing herself against him from behind. Her hands found their way around his waist, fingers digging into his skin as she breathed warm words into his ear: "I've missed you," she whispered huskily, gently nipping at his lobe with her teeth.

Kiro let out a shuddering sigh, unable to resist the urge to lean back into her touch. It felt so right, being close to her like this; her scent, her heat...everything about her seemed to call to him on a primal level that he

"Well aren't you just lucky," Aijou purred into his ear, her grip tightening around him as she savored this moment of closeness with him. "I don't usually show affection to my pets in public." She leaned back slightly to meet Kiro's eyes, a playful glint shining in hers that sent a wave of desire coursing through his veins.

Her words were like a slap to the face for everyone else; their jaws hung slack as they tried to process what was happening before them. Some stared wide-eyed with shock, while others shot disapproving glances in Aijou's direction. But none of it seemed to register with her or Kiro; all that mattered was the connection between them at this moment.

The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before finally, almost reluctantly, she let go and

You should have thought about that before you ignored your hunger earlier, shouldn't you? Well, it looks like you're just going to have to find something to eat now, aren't you?" Aijou teased, her eyes glinting with amusement. "And since I'm feeling generous today, why don't I help you out? There's a great bento shop down the street; we could go there and get you something nice to eat."

She smiled sweetly at him, almost daring him to say no. It was clear that she enjoyed having control over his life, even if it was just for today. The thought made Kiro's heart race faster as he wondered what other things she might make him do before the day was through.

Her expression turned slightly annoyed as he mentioned his own food. She didn't want to share him with anything else; she wanted him all to herself, even if it was just for a little while. "Fine," she huffed petulantly, "but next time, you should remember that I can control what you eat too." Her tone was light and teasing, but there was an undercurrent of command there as well.

Without further ado, Aijou turned on her heel and began walking down the hall in the direction of the bento shop. After a moment's hesitation, Kiro hurried to catch up with her. "So where is this place exactly?" He asked nervously, still getting used to the idea of being at her mercy.

"Oh, it's just around the corner," she replied airily, not slowing down her pace as they continued to walk. "You can't miss it; it has a big pink sign and lots of flowers outside." Her voice was light and musical, almost hypnotic as she spoke.

Kiro found himself almost hypnotized by the way she moved; the sway of her hips, the curl of her hair against her back...he couldn't help but feel drawn to her. It made him wonder what else about her might be enchanting or alluring, and whether there were any other parts of her personality that he hadn't yet discovered.

As they finally arrived at the bento shop, Aijou couldn't help but smile in satisfaction as she led him inside. The moment he stepped foot into the cozy little eatery, his senses were assaulted by the aroma of steaming rice and succulent meats wafting from every direction. His stomach growled audibly, betraying his hunger to her.

Without any further prompting, Aijou took him straight up to the counter and ordered two bento boxes; one for each of them. The cashier looked at them strangely when they sat down together at a nearby table, but neither Aijou nor Kiro paid them any mind as they dug into their meals with gusto.

As they ate, Aijou couldn't help but steal glances at him from the corners of her eyes. She reveled in the way he devoured his

You're making quite a mess over there," she teased, nodding at the napkin he'd crumpled into a ball in one hand as he continued to eat with the other. "Maybe you should learn some manners while you're here." She smiled sweetly, her voice light and playful.

Kiro blushed again, dropping the mess of a napkin onto his empty plate with an embarrassed cough. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking down at the table. "It just tastes so good..." His gaze drifted back up to her face, and for a moment they locked eyes. A sense of connection passed between them, even in this crowded little shop; she could feel his obedience coursing through him like an electric current, firing up every nerve ending. It thrilled her beyond belief.

"Well then," she purred, reaching out to take a

Her fingers danced along his cheek, trailing softly down the bridge of his nose and over his lips before coming to rest on his chin. "Perhaps I should teach you some proper table manners," she said huskily, her voice sending shivers down Kiro's spine. She leaned in closer, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils as their faces hovered mere inches apart.

For a heart-stopping moment, he thought she might kiss him...and part of him ached for it, desperately. But then again, maybe this was better; being teased and tormented by her, never quite knowing what she would do or say next. It made him feel alive in a way he'd never felt before.

"Or perhaps," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper now, "you could simply watch how I eat...and see if you can learn from me

A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she felt his hesitation. It was such a simple question, but already it had thrown him off balance. She leaned in even closer, their breath mingling together as she whispered softly into his ear, "Or perhaps...you could just submit." The word sent a shiver down Kiro's spine, leaving no doubt in his mind what she meant.

Without waiting for a response, Aijou pulled back slightly and took another bite of her food. This time, as she chewed and swallowed, she glanced over at him from the corner of her eye, watching as he struggled to regain control over himself. The power she felt in that moment was exhilarating; it made her heart race and her skin tingle with anticipation.

When they'd finished eating, Aijou rose from their table, smiling sweet

As they made their way back to school, Aijou couldn't help but feel pleased with how the day had gone so far. She'd teased and tormented Kiro, shown him who was boss...and he'd submitted to her every whim without fail. It made her heart swell with pride, knowing that she truly did have control over him; body and soul.

When they reached their classroom once again, Aijou took her seat as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Her expression remained pleasant, but there was a spark in her eye that betrayed the turmoil going on inside her. As she looked at Kiro, she couldn't help but wonder what he would do next; whether he would continue to submit or try and regain some control over his own life.

For now, though...she intended to keep him right where he belonged: at her mercy.

As class began, Aijou kept up an innocent smile on her face while stealing glances at Kiro from the corners of her eyes. Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering if he would continue to submit to her in public or try to resist her command. It made every moment spent together feel more intense, more charged with emotion than before.

The lecture droned on, but Aijou found it difficult to focus on the teacher's words. All she could think about was Kiro and their secret little game. She glanced over at him again, noticing how he seemed more fidgety in his seat today; perhaps feeling the strain of constantly trying to submit to her every whim. It made her heart ache with pity...and something else as well: excitement.

As class came to an end and students began filing out of the room, Aijou couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would Kiro finally try to break free from her grasp? Or would he continue to submit, even in broad daylight? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

As Kiro made his way towards the exit, Aijou couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. She'd been hoping that he would spend more time with her today; to further explore their power dynamic and push the boundaries of their relationship. But alas, it seemed as though he was content to simply go home and relax. Perhaps another time, she thought wistfully, watching him disappear into the crowd outside.

With a sigh, Aijou shouldered her bag and made her way towards the bus stop. The day had been eventful, to say the least, but there was something about leaving Kiro that left her feeling unsettled. As she sat on the bench at the bus stop, she couldn't help but wonder what would become of them in the days ahead...and whether their little game would ever truly end.

A soft blush spread across her cheeks as she saw him turn and look back at her before smiling. She felt a warmth in her chest that she hadn't experienced with anyone else before. As he called out to her, his voice full of affection, Aijou couldn't help but feel her heart flutter. "See you tomorrow, Kiro." Her reply was soft and sweet, but it carried a hint of longing that she didn't quite understand herself.

The bus pulled up at the stop just then, its doors opening with a loud hydraulic hiss. Reluctantly, Aijou climbed aboard, her mind still on Kiro as she found a seat near the front and settled in for the ride home. As the bus lumbered down the street, she glanced out the window one more time, catching a glimpse of him disappearing into the crowd before focusing once again

As she watched Kiro fade from sight, Aijou couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. There was something about him that called to her, made her want more than just a simple relationship as owners and pet. But the thought of him truly escaping her grasp sent a shiver down her spine; she knew he belonged with her, at least for now.

The ride home passed in a blur of reflections on their strange, passionate relationship. It was clear that Kiro enjoyed being with her, but would he ever truly submit completely? Or was he just playing along until he found a way out? These questions circled through her mind like tiny demons, threatening to consume her.

There was no denying it anymore; she was in too deep. She wanted him, needed him, and the thought of losing him was terrifying. For now, all she could do was wait and see how things unfolded between them over time. Maybe one day he'd truly submit to her willingly, or perhaps they would grow apart and find others who suited them better. Only fate held the answer...and Aijou wasn't quite sure which option she feared more.

Her heart raced as she heard the door open and close, signaling Kiro's arrival home. She knew he had been at the gym late again; their little agreement meant that they could only see each other when they were supposed to be meeting. But there was something about those rare moments of alone time that made her heart ache with longing for him, even more so than usual.

As she waited patiently in her room, Aijou couldn't help but wonder if tonight would be different. Perhaps Kiro would come to see her as his real owner should; willingly and without protest. The thought made her blood run hotter, making her cheeks flush with anticipation. Her gaze drifted towards the bathroom door, listening intently for any sign of him approaching...

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the knock on the front door. Her pulse raced as she peeked through the peephole and saw him standing there, wet hair plastered to his head, clothes still damp from the shower. It took all of her self-control not to throw open the door and drag him into her room right then and there. But if she did that, it would ruin everything; it would prove that their little game meant nothing to him after all.

Taking a deep breath, Aijou steadied herself before opening the door. "Good evening, Kiro," she purred softly, trying to keep her voice calm and collected. Despite her efforts, there was an undercurrent of desire and longing in every word that betrayed her true feelings. "I trust you had a good workout today?" She smiled sweetly up at him, hoping he could see the sincerity behind

Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke of visiting her; of wanting to be with her. It was everything she could have hoped for...and yet, part of her wanted more. "Oh," she said casually, trying to sound nonchalant, "you don't have to come all the way over here just because you're bored." She let out a soft laugh, though there was no humor in it.

As they stood there in the entryway, an awkward silence fell between them. Aijou could feel the tension growing, the sparks of desire flying through the air thick and fast. She wondered what would happen next; whether Kiro would finally make a move, or if he would continue to resist her every advance...

Her breath quickened as she felt his gaze burning into her. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way his lips were parted slightly, revealing a hint of his teeth as he panted softly. The power she had over him was almost palpable, electric; it made her whole body tingle with anticipation. With a slow, deliberate movement, Aijou reached up and cupped his cheek in the palm of her hand, stroking him gently as their eyes locked.

"But," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper now, "I'd much rather you came to see me." The words were soft and seductive, but laced with an authority that left no room for doubt. His eyes widened slightly at her touch, his pupils dilating as he leaned into her hand. It was then, in that moment, that Aijou knew she had him