The girl directed her attention to the strange changes taking place in her body. Her white blouse clung to her wet body. Her slender frame carried large breasts and an ample butt. Her nipples showed through the fabric, though she made no effort to hide it, nor was she embarrassed by it.
Moments before, a shock shot through her nerves, like a cold needle stuck into her ass. As if flipping a switch, her entire body lit up from within as if a furnace had fired up in her chest. The symptoms were initially similar to those caused by alcohol or metabolic drinks, but by now far exceeded them.
✦ ✦ ✦
Standing across the narrow table from her was the man who’d seized her. She knew he was an enemy who must be vanquished, but found herself possessed by his cherubic beauty.
This was Setsura Aki.
They were in what must have been a production planning room, a dreary collection of four narrow tables, a blackboard, and chairs. This was where they’d gone to dry off, the place where the Master’s senses couldn’t reach.
She couldn’t refuse him. His unearthly skills, to start with, had dispatched the rest of her party in a few seconds flat, and add to that the unearthly pain around her neck. But more than anything, his unearthly comeliness drew her along like a dog at the end of a leash.
Despite the demon lurking there beneath the surface, once entranced, man or woman alike, there was no straying from his will.
“Your clothes appear to have dried off. I’ll be going.”
The girl focused her bleary eyes on him. There wasn’t a spot of water on his black-clad person.
“Did you stick that thing up your ass, too?”
“Of course,” Setsura said, nodding his chin at the door. “Stay here until I return. Otherwise that pain in your neck from before will return.”
“You’re just going to leave me here?” she pouted.
“Yes.”
“I know all the shortcuts around here. Aren’t I supposed to be your hostage?”
“You are also a burden.”
“Then why did you spare me?”
“Perhaps you struck his fancy.”
“What does that mean?”
Setsura didn’t answer, but headed for the door.
“Wait,” the girl called out. “There are a lot of my friends still running around out there. You’d be better off taking me with you.”
Setsura stopped. “Would these friends of yours be so forgiving to you?”
The girl fell silent.
“Everybody knows what matters to them most. Go home if you can.”
“No. The Master is here.”
Setsura turned to leave.
“Wait. My name is Kotomi. I don’t remember my last name. What’s yours?”
The door closed without an answer.
Left alone in the stuffy, cramped room, Kotomi stared blankly at the door.