The room was quiet enough that Yuki could hear the faint rustle of the curtains as they shifted in the night breeze.
The lamplight had gone dim, casting everything in amber shadow. Somewhere between their banter and the stillness that followed, the balance of the room had shifted.
Mahito leaned closer without warning, the familiar smirk gone, replaced by something slower, more deliberate. His hand found the curve of her jaw, tilting her face up toward his.
His touch was warm, warmer than she'd expected, and unhurried, as though he were savouring the fact that she didn't pull away.
Then his lips brushed hers. They felt hot, as if they were melting against hers.
It wasn't the careless peck she'd half-expected from an inexperienced curse, nor the rough claiming of someone trying to prove a point.
It was purposeful, coaxing, like he was reading her reactions as easily as he read a soul.
'I should not be thinking about this.'
But she was. The thought tangled with the undeniable fact that he was… good at this. Too good.
A soft moan lodged itself in her throat as she felt his wet tongue gently tug at hers. Everything about him felt strangely warm, despite the repulsive energy that birthed him.
She was left rolling in her thoughts for minutes on end as the Special Grade Curse continued enjoying her lips tenderly.
When his mouth eventually left hers, a trail of saliva followed it, making her slightly embarrassed as he smiled at her in a warm and extremely affectionate way.
"What's wrong, curse got your tongue ~?"
There it was. The smugness that he always liked to flaunt. But instead of amusing, she couldn't help but find it hot in that moment.
She was about to say something, but she was stopped as Mahito pulled her in once more.
His lips shifted, forming a trail along the line of her jaw; she almost laughed at the absurdity. 'A curse. I'm letting a curse kiss me like this.' The laugh never came. Her breath caught instead, betraying her far more than any words could.
Every kiss blurred the lines. The further his lips went, the harder it became to remember why she'd kept that line between them in the first place.
His kisses moved lower, deliberate as footsteps, each one stealing more of her focus as her gaze grew cloudy.
Before she realised, her shirt had disappeared, and her bra had fallen to the wayside, the curse in front of her displayed a rather deft hand as he undid the clasps with just one hand.
Meanwhile, his other hand traced her supple legs and hips, purposefully avoiding the sweet wet spot that had already formed through her pants.
Her clothes! She hadn't even taken off her clothes, and she was already this wet!
'This is ridiculous! Why is he... Why is he like this?~'
She couldn't even put it into words, the pleasure she felt when his lips eventually took a bite out of her perked up nipples.
At that point, she could no longer stop her moans from escaping, further emboldening the smug Mahito to continue.
His kisses traced lower and lower. He kissed her toned abdomen, tracing her belly button with a smile on his face, while she softly murmured.
Eventually, he reached the place that was most begging for attention. Her honey pot was already overflowing, causing her jeans to stick slightly as Mahito damn near ripped them off her.
Then she felt something she had never experienced in her entire life.
His tongue... Expanded, turning almost into a snake as it gave her the type of pleasure she hadn't even known was possible.
His motions were devilishly slow and consistent, his tongue slithering near her entrance in an upwards and downwards motion as he played with her most sensitive parts.
By that point, she was moaning like a broken record. It took her not more than a minute or two to break, yet to her it felt like an eternity of pleasure.
And just as she was about to climax, she felt that magnificent tongue stop, and her eyes widened in horror.
"What's the hurry, princess? We're only getting started~"
She wanted to protest, to use her strength to push his head back in, to get him to finish the job, but he moved much faster than she did.
Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her to her knees in a surprising show. Had this happened at first, Yuki would have complained about his roughness, but now? Now it felt even hotter as she looked up at him.
His pants seemed to shift almost by themselves, revealing his member. It looked human, yet its size and shape were both impressive.
She couldn't help but shudder as Mahito let it hit her in the face with a smile. No words were needed; she knew what he wanted...
For her to get to work. And, as ashamed as she was... She got right to work.
Her tongue immediately started tracing his thick shaft, her neck strained trying to go the entire length of it as she continued trying to do her best to please the curse. She. She was trying to please him. A curse!
But that was not even the most absurd part of the situation... She was actually enjoying it. The taste and smell felt as if they were specifically catered to her. Addictive to the highest degree.
Her very mind was clouded. She had completely forgotten anything about her original goal. She only cared about one thing in that very moment. Pleasure.
Before she had even realised, her jaw was strained as she started hungrily devouring as much as she could of Mahito's manhood.
She struggled, tears flowing from her eyes as her jaw felt like it was extending beyond reach. She did her best to watch her teeth, focusing solely on his pleasure like he had focused on hers.
But Mahito shook his head; he found her struggle cute, but it was not enough for him.
"That is cute... But I want more~"
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her deeper in, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets as she felt his thickness bending around in her throat.
Any normal woman would have passed out in that very instant, but Yuki was not a normal. She subconsciously started reinforcing her body with cursed energy.
Even so, she could not breathe, but she clung to her consciousness, focusing on his shape and taste as her vision started to blur heavily.
She had never felt such excitement; she had never been taken in such a way. But the night was only beginning.
Mahito started moving again, using her throat for his pleasure greedily, thrusting his thick shaft in and out of her throat with a pleased grin plastered on his face.
That entire time, Yuki's hands rested on his abdomen, her nails digging into his muscles and leaving deep gashes.
Every time he pulled out, she tried to gasp for air, but he did not give her enough time to get a proper mouthful.
She lasted a few minutes, her throat burning and eyes completely wet with tears. But what was wetter than her tears was the pool of juices that had soaked into Mahito's sheets.
She had come a few times already, though she would never admit to it.
Who would have guessed that such a strong woman would have masochistic tendencies? Mahito sure did, but it was easy for him to judge if she liked something purely by seeing the desire and lust burning in her soul.
Eventually, though, he got bored with her mouth... And moved on to the next hole that interested him.
The moment he let go of her hair, she fell limp, face-first into the juice-soaked bed underneath her. Her legs were buckled, trembling heavily, but Mahito didn't give her any breaks.
By that point, her wet hole was in a state where she would feel filled up with even a finger.
With any normal woman, Mahito would have maybe reduced his size, been more gentle, slightly. But with Yuki? He felt as if he could go all out.
"Don't cry now, you are nowhere close to done~"
Yuki cried out in incoherent words as she felt Mahito's manhood finally split her lips apart.
There was only one problem... Its shape had slightly changed, gaining a strange angle as it penetrated her wet folds.
Loud moans could finally escape her mouth again as she felt herself being filled up by the same thickness that had almost just rendered her unconscious.
She came immediately, squirting even more juices onto Mahito's already ruined bed. She could feel it... There was no way she would ever be satisfied with a regular man after that.
Mahito's member had taken her shape perfectly, modifying itself to stretch her out just right.
And then... Mahito started thrusting. His entire back is moving instead of just his hips, with wide motions and a steady rhythm.
At the first thrust, despite the mounting shame, Yuki came once more, her walls tightening around his thickness while she trembled like a scared pup.
By that point, her eyes had rolled backwards, and whatever semblance of pride or shame she had vanished completely. Her loud moans echoed through the room and likely throughout the dorms themselves.
And after a few thrusts... Yuki blacked out completely.
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The morning light was soft but merciless, prying at her closed eyes until she gave in and rolled onto her back. The room smelled prominently of her excitement; any other scent in the room was completely drowned out.
Her hair was a mess; her entire body trembled as she struggled to even lift a finger. She, a Special Grade Sorcerer, was rendered helpless.
She could still feel Mahito's shape in her. She felt... full even now. And judging from the white, sticky stuff around her inner thighs, she likely was full.
Despite the roughness with which he treated her, he left no actual injuries or tears on her. He was careful with her.
But, despite showing that much affection at first, and taking care of her in such a way. Mahito was nowhere in sight in the morning.
Instead, his presence was only felt through a note by the bedside, near some breakfast and water.
The note was just some platitude about her losing too much water and not forgetting to hydrate properly. Yet another snide jab from the man who had rendered her to such a state.
She stretched experimentally, then winced. "Great," she muttered to herself, "It feels like… I've been training for three days straight."
It wasn't the kind of ache she'd ever expected to use Reversed Cursed Technique on, but here she was, nudging her body back into ease with a trickle of positive energy.
She didn't regret it. Not exactly. But there was a strange weight in her chest that she couldn't name.
Last night had made it harder to keep her mental categories neat. Mahito, the curse, the unpredictable variable, the dangerous wildcard, didn't quite fit in the same box anymore. Not after seeing him like that. Not after feeling him like that.
She sat up, dragging a hand through her hair. "Careful, Yuki," she murmured under her breath. "You start forgetting what he is, and you're going to end up making mistakes you can't take back."
But she already knew part of her didn't care. Part of her knew it... She had already made one such mistake.