Dazai stirred, his eyelids heavy, his body sore as though he had been lying still for centuries. A faint shadow loomed over him. When his vision finally sharpened, he found Alexandria's tall figure standing above him, her arms crossed and her sharp eyes fixed on him.
"You're finally awake. Thought you'd entered a coma," she said flatly.
He blinked hard and pushed himself upright on the bed, his voice groggy but alive. "Woah… how long have I been out?"
"Approximately five days, master," came another voice—soft, smooth, and strangely devoted. Jorax stood nearby, dressed in nothing but a loose tank top and shorts, her toned legs visible beneath the hem.
"Master, huh?" Dazai muttered under his breath with a crooked smile. "She really did a 360 from the last time we saw her—but I'm not complaining." His grin widened awkwardly, trying to mask how strange this all felt.
Alexandria rolled her eyes. "Now go take a fucking bath, Dazai. We have training to do." Without waiting for a response, she turned sharply and left the room.
The silence that followed pressed heavily on him. Dazai exhaled and ran a hand through his hair, muttering to himself, "This has been one weird week."
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The bathroom filled with the gentle sound of running water as Dazai sank slowly into the tub. Warmth embraced his sore muscles, and his mind drifted.
"Just last week," he whispered, staring at the rising steam, "I was about to kill myself. Now I have a hot alien slave who does anything I want, and some prophecy to save the world—no biggie, right?" He chuckled faintly before lowering himself deeper, letting the water cover his chest.
But before the moment could fully relax him, the door creaked. His eyes widened as Jorax stepped in—completely naked, her flawless skin gleaming beneath the bathroom light.
"Woah, woah, woah—what are you doing?" Dazai stammered, heat flooding his face. He could barely look at her, though his eyes betrayed him, stealing glances at the soft curves of her breasts and the sway of her hips.
"Why are you blushing, master?" she asked coolly, her lips curling into a faint smirk. "You've already fucked me like a rabid dog once."
Before he could reply, she slid effortlessly into the tub, pressing her body against his. The sudden warmth of her skin and the weight of her breasts against his chest sent a shiver racing through him.
"The ultimate compulsion system isn't even activated…" Dazai thought frantically, feeling his heartbeat quicken. "She's doing this on her own free will."
Beneath the water, his erection twitched, rising as if called by her presence.
"I can see our friend wants to be washed," Jorax teased, reaching for a bottle of liquid soap. She poured it over her breasts, letting the silky lather glide down the soft mounds. Then she pressed herself closer, rubbing her breasts across his chest in slow, deliberate strokes, the slippery texture making him gasp.
Her hand slid lower beneath the water, wrapping around his hardening shaft. She began to massage him gently, her touch firm yet tender.
"This feels… so good," Dazai moaned softly, unable to suppress the sound. His head fell back against the tub as Jorax stroked him, her breasts gliding across his skin like silk.
"Now this," she murmured with a sultry smile, "is what you call a good cleansing, master." Her grip tightened rhythmically, pumping him with wet precision as she pressed her nipples against his chest, sliding up and down with deliberate teasing.
The mixture of soap, water, and flesh blurred together in intoxicating waves of sensation. Dazai's breath grew ragged, his body tensing under her touch. He couldn't tell if she was washing him or worshipping him—but at that moment, he didn't care.
Two hours slipped by like minutes, consumed by soft moans and whispered teases drowned beneath the sound of running water.
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Downstairs, Alexandria sat on a couch, munching lazily on a slice of bread. Her foot tapped against the ground impatiently as she stared at the door. When it finally creaked open, she squinted, bread still dangling from her lips.
"Didn't know baths take two hours, guys," she muttered dryly.
"Good washes do take time, witch," Jorax answered with a sarcastic edge in her tone as she sauntered into the room, hair damp, eyes smug.
"Oh really, dog?" Alexandria shot back, her gaze sharp as knives.
The two women locked eyes, the air sparking with silent hostility.
"Woah," Dazai whispered to himself, nervously scratching the back of his head. "Those stares can kill."
But Alexandria broke the tension first, turning toward him with renewed focus. "Now, let's get down to business."
Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. "Have you noticed any change in you, Dazai?"
"Not really. I still feel the same as five days ago," he admitted, glancing down at himself as though expecting something to leap out.
"Figures. You just woke up and don't even know what your new powers are." Alexandria tapped her chin thoughtfully, then barked, "Oi, dog—tell him what your powers are."
"Don't you dare order me around, witch!" Jorax snapped, her eyes flashing. Still, after a pause, she crossed her legs elegantly and sighed. "Well, since it's for the benefit of my master, I'll talk."
Dazai leaned in, intrigued.
"My ability is T\&R," she said, her gaze softening as it met his.
"What is T\&R?" he asked, tilting his head, confused by the abbreviation.
"Touch and Replace," Jorax explained. "I can replace the properties of anything or anyone I touch with the properties of something else I touch."
"Huh. That's… a little bit confusing." Dazai scratched the back of his head and gave an awkward laugh.
"Why don't you give a demonstration, you dog," Alexandria sneered.
"Urghh, you have no right to talk to me like that, witch!" Jorax growled, stomping toward the dining area. She grabbed an apple and a knife. "Watch this, master."
She pressed her fingers against both. Before Dazai's eyes, the core of the apple twisted and warped—replaced by the knife's blade fused inside.
"Woah! That knife just spawned inside the apple," Dazai exclaimed, eyes wide with awe.
"You like that, master?" Jorax asked, blushing slightly at his excitement.
"Yeah, that was awesome, Jorax," Dazai replied, grinning uncontrollably.
"You fool," Alexandria cut in sharply. "You can also do that. Remember—you can copy her powers now."
Dazai blinked. "Wait… seriously?"
Alexandria handed him a banana and a fork. "Give it a try, mortal."
"Okay, okay, I can do this—it can't be that hard." Dazai pressed them together, trying to focus. Nothing happened. He laughed awkwardly. "First time jitters."
"Yeah, we know," Alexandria muttered, unimpressed.
"No, no—I got this." He tried again. And again. And again.
Hours passed. The sky outside dimmed, darkness swallowing the evening.
"We've been at it for four hours, mortal. Nothing is happening," Alexandria yawned, rubbing her eyes.
"No, no—I can still do it," Dazai insisted stubbornly.
"Look, we'll continue tomorrow, okay? I'm tired." With that, Alexandria stretched and vanished into one of the rooms.
Jorax approached, touching Dazai's shoulder softly. "Come on, master. Let's head to bed. You've tried your best."
Together, they retreated to his room and lay down side by side. The quiet hum of the night filled the air.
"Hey, Jorax," Dazai said after a moment, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "How did you end up on Earth, just to be chained in the first place?"
She let out a small laugh. "It's a funny story, actually. I was a prisoner on Nebula."
"Woah, seriously? That's kind of badass. What were you in for?" Dazai asked, his voice curious.
Her tone softened as she spoke. "I was a freedom fighter. Our planet prioritizes the strong over the weak, so I chose to stand up for the weak. But I was wrongfully imprisoned for a murder I didn't commit. I tried escaping captivity multiple times, but I always failed—until one day, a mysterious man broke us all out. It was a miracle. I hijacked an escape pod and came to Earth because of the stories I'd read as a child. But once I arrived, I was lost. Nowhere to go, no one to trust.
"To survive, I broke into houses when people weren't home—just to eat, just to sleep. One day, I made a mistake. I broke into a house thinking no one would return… but the family did. They found me on their daughter's bed. The father tried shooting me as I escaped. One bullet hit my leg, but I managed to run. In that weakened state, Alexandria found me. I tried to fight her, but I was too weak. She overpowered me, knocked me unconscious, and when I woke up… I was in chains."
Dazai turned toward her, his chest heavy. "That's horrible, Jorax. You didn't deserve that."
Her lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile. "I hated it at first. But now… I'm happy it happened. Because if I wasn't captured, I wouldn't have met you, master." She reached out and cupped his face gently.
Dazai's throat tightened. "It's the system that's making you think like that. You don't mean it." He tried to look away, but she held his gaze.
"No, it isn't," she whispered firmly. "The system binds me to you, yes. But it doesn't affect feelings. You're a good person, Dazai. I felt that the day you were inside me. I felt you."
He swallowed hard, her words sinking deep into him.
"And also," she added, her voice softening, "don't try to force T&R. Just feel it inside you. It's like an on-and-off switch—you just need to flip it in your mind."
Her reassurance settled into him like warmth. He nodded slowly. "Thanks for that, Jorax. I think I got it now."
Leaning closer, he pressed his lips against hers. She kissed him back tenderly, the night stretching on, heavy with quiet promise.