Too much guilt (1)

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She gasped for air and coughed, then sat on her knees. "Y-You... you're going to blackmail me aren't you?" She tried to stand up and did, but she was wheezy and clutching onto her throat. "What do you want?"

"I want you, I want your body and soul. I want your scent on my bed every morning and to be with you at night. I want your body against mine and I want to kiss you. These are my honest thoughts, if I'm being blunt it's because I don't have this thing called rizz..." I crossed my arms, then sighed. "It's your choice Kikyo, you become mine or you will leave this school due to all the hate."

She averted her eyes then growled. "Fuck you Kiyotaka, so you just want me to be your slut? Well, why not start now? Why not just take advantage of me? You did just choke me you bastard, if you aren't going to then I'm leaving, you have my number so when you need me just call. Don't ever speak to me in school, and also, I promise you... I will get my revenge." She walked away, leaving me alone on the rooftop.

"Hahh... that's one, now for another. She doesn't excite me... maybe I will start tomorrow." I quickly left as well, but I now got the understanding of taboo love and breaking someone. I will turn her into my new toy that she can't live without...
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Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was filled with an insatiable amount of curiosity. That's the way he operated, now in his second objective he wanted to figure out how many types of love he can experience. His first victim was Kushida Kikyo, he knew about her mask and simply waited for the right moment. Now, he was on a mission to get her to kneel, to serve his every need.

This kind of love as a master and servant, her hatred turned into limitless lust and obedience. Her love being based on only that. He wanted to know whether this would work. Whether it would stop his final objective, but he needed to feel something for her too. Any kind of love might stop what he had already planned. She was the first girl, the next day and he would have tried harder.

By the way... would it hurt showing a bit of what he could offer?
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I changed my look, styling my hair and deciding to put on earrings. I let go off the dishevelled look, my hair still messy but more appropriate instead of looking uncared for. In this way I showed more muscle.

The day went by where I received several looks, I had worn my blazer but I took it off and rolled up my sleeves. My vascular arms and overall tone of them certainly caught Horikitas eye. However, it was my face and changed appearance that caught the rest. Class went by this way, out of the corner of my eye I saw my toy leering. When I looked I mustered a strenuous grin to which she averted her eyes...

Lunch time... I'm starving. I looked around for a person I could go with, Horikita was gone and that left me with starting the plan earlier than I thought. I stood up, approaching Kikyo who was still talking with her friends.

"Kikyo, let's go get lunch." I looked at her friends and my look was trained... they were a bit taken aback but it must have been the way I looked... hunter eyes do that for you...

She stood up with a smile, then spoke. "Um, alright Kiyotaka, I'm sorry girls..." She apologised but i sniffled and rolled my eyes at her.

"Hahh... you take too long, I'm paying anyways and I'm starving..." I took her hand and led her out, narrowing my eyes at the jealous boys, they stared back with malice but I didn't care.

"K-Kiyotaka, slow down." She still tried to keep that smile. I simply stayed silent all the way to the cafeteria where we stood in line. "Alright... what do you want? I thought I told you not to speak to me at school..." She was still smiling, whispering those words to me and I knew she was displeased.

"I don't care, I stated my intentions yesterday, I can also ignore you, what I want is to eat and then have some dessert." I squeezed her hand. "You're mine, you understand? I quickly became obsessed with you, doesn't that flatter you?" I really need to learn how to talk to women...

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