"I want Misuzu! Get her for ! If Souichiro wins against Yuuna, give Misuzu to !"
Chihiro tilted her head slightly, her crimson lips curling into an amused smirk as she swirled the wine in her delicate glass. The deep red liquid reflected the dim candlelight, casting a sultry glow on her flawless skin. With a slow, deliberate sip, she let the taste linger on her tongue before finally responding.
"You truly desire that woman so much?" she mused, tilting her gaze toward her brother. "She is not even particularly beautiful. Misuzu is a defective product—damaged goods. So tell , dear brother, why do you want her so desperately?"
The man clenched his fists, his breathing uneven, as if suppressing sothing feral within himself. His voice trembled with unrestrained obsession.
"There is nothing I want more than her! I need her to be mine—my wife!"
Chihiro chuckled softly, shaking her head. "How utterly pathetic." She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, the high slit in her crimson dress revealing the smooth, supple skin of her thigh. "But you already have a wife… or rather, had three, if I recall correctly." Her eyes glinted with cruel amusent. "Though, considering they all perished at your hands, I suppose that makes you single again."
Her brother flinched at the reminder, but Chihiro continued, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy.
"Even so… haven't you had enough? If you marry once more, you'll only end up killing her too, won't you?"
His breath hitched, his pupils dilating with madness. "No. Misuzu is different. I want her. No—I need her. She belongs to !"
Chihiro exhaled through her nose, her amusent fading into boredom. "Well, if you insist." She traced the rim of her glass with a single manicured nail before taking another slow sip. "I suppose I could ask Souichiro to spare her for you. But let make one thing very clear—do not ever doubt Souichiro. She will utterly demolish Yuuna. Tell , dear brother—do you truly believe Yuuna stands a chance?"
"I do not," he answered without hesitation.
Chihiro's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Then there is nothing more to discuss. The Yuuna Faction is nothing more than a pathetic collection of fools clinging to false hope. Even with the power of the Child of Anti-Prophecy, they are nothing before the combined might of our faction and Souichiro's forces." She lifted her glass one final ti, emptying it with a pleased hum before setting it down with a faint clink.
"Now, leave my sight." Her voice turned sharp, her gaze frigid. "I am trying to enjoy my evening, and your ugly face is ruining my mood."
Her brother's face twisted in frustration, but he dared not argue. Without another word, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.
Silence returned to the dimly lit room.
Chihiro sighed, reaching for the bottle of wine and pouring herself another glass. The deep crimson liquid cascaded smoothly into the crystal vessel, swirling hypnotically. She watched it spin in lazy circles, montarily entranced. Lifting it to her lips, she prepared to take a sip—
BANG!
The door slamd open, the force sending a sharp gust of wind through the room.
"Chihiro-sama!"
The voice was breathless—panicked.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she turned to see the man from earlier—the one who had been groveling at her feet. He was no longer naked, now draped in a loose bathrobe that barely covered his trembling form.
Chihiro's expression darkened, her grip on the glass tightening. "What are you doing here, you insolent dog?" Her voice was ice-cold, laced with venom. "Did I not tell you that I did not want to see your wretched face? You are already testing my patience."
"A-Ah… W-Well, sothing has happened…" The man's voice wavered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "The Yuuna Faction is here!"
Chihiro's eyes widened slightly before narrowing into dangerous slits.
Here? At this hour?
Her mind raced. If Yuuna had co, then Misuzu had already inford her of their plans. Hmph. So the little mouse had run straight to her protector. No matter—this only ant the confrontation had arrived sooner than expected.
"Tch. She moves faster than I anticipated." Chihiro's tongue ran over her lips, a shiver of excitent coursing through her. The anticipation of what was to co sent a thrill down her spine.
Casually, she set down her wine glass and turned to leave. But just as she reached the doorway, she abruptly lifted her hand—and threw the remainder of her wine onto the trembling man before her.
The dark red liquid splashed against his skin, staining his robe, dripping down his exposed collarbone. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of expensive wine.
"Lick up every last drop," she ordered, her voice a dangerous purr. "That wine is expensive."
"Y-Yes, Chihiro-sama!"
The man wasted no ti. He dropped to his knees, his tongue darting out to lap up the droplets running down his own skin. His breath hitched as he followed her command with blind devotion. And when he had gathered every trace from his body, he lowered himself further—his lips eting the cold marble floor as he slurped up the remnants that had spilled.
Chihiro watched with a slow, deliberate smirk, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
The thrill of control… the power to command absolute submission…
A thought flickered in her mind, dark and tantalizing.
What if it were Kouhei on his knees instead…
Licking up every last drop…
Her smirk widened, a shudder of amusent running through her.
Oh, how exquisite that sight would be.
Chihiro finally stepped out of the room, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she made her way to where Yuuna and her companions were waiting. The mont she arrived, her gaze imdiately landed on Yuuna, who still wore that ever-irritating smile.
For so reason, there were only four of them—Yuuna, Hina, Nagisa, and Aria.
Chihiro's brows furrowed slightly. Why had Yuuna brought so few of her faction mbers? Did she truly believe that this ager group was enough? How utterly naive. Yuuna had always had the habit of underestimating others. It seed she had not changed in the slightest. She was still nothing more than a defect, just like what her faction mbers are.
Yet, despite her confidence, Chihiro felt an inexplicable sense of unease. The atmosphere around them felt denser than usual, an almost imperceptible pressure weighing down on her senses.
No matter. That was of little importance right now. What did matter was the sheer audacity Yuuna had displayed by coming here, to her territory, with only three companions. Was it reckless bravery, or was she simply a fool?
"How late of you to arrive, Yuuna," Chihiro said, her tone laced with feigned annoyance. "This is hardly an appropriate hour for you to be barging in. I was just about to retire for my beauty rest, you know?" She let out a soft sigh, though her smirk remained. "Well, I suppose it cannot be helped. You might as well take a seat."
Yuuna shook her head lightly, her expression unfazed. "We have no intention of staying for long. I am well aware that you must be quite busy."
For so reason, she seed to radiate an unusual glow tonight—one that was almost infuriatingly captivating. The sheer vibrance of her presence stirred an unwelco feeling within Chihiro. Jealousy? No, surely not.
"So, what exactly do you intend to do here?" Chihiro asked, keeping her distance as she spoke. Though she would never admit it aloud, her wariness toward them had heightened. But why? She knew she could not best Yuuna in direct combat, yet this was her domain. Attacking her here would be nothing short of suicidal. Yuuna's faction had only four mbers present, while Chihiro's forces numbered at least tenfold. There was no conceivable way that Yuuna could pose a true threat in this situation.
So why did she feel this unsettling sense of foreboding?
"I heard from Misuzu that you plan to align yourself with Souichiro in the upcoming faction war between him and ," Yuuna stated. "Is that true?"
"You have heard correctly," Chihiro replied without hesitation. The unease within her remained, but she did not deny the truth.
"I see…" Yuuna murmured, her smile deepening. Then, her expression shifted ever so slightly—sothing more dangerous flickering in her gaze. "Then that would an you are my enemy from this mont forward, wouldn't it?"
"That is correct." Chihiro did not waver. Even her brother, standing beside her, nodded in silent agreent.
Yuuna let out a soft chuckle. "I see. In that case…" Her smile widened, her eyes gleaming. "Since you have openly chosen to side against by aligning yourself with Souichiro, then I suppose there is no issue with completely annihilating you, is there?"
The mont those words left her lips, an overwhelming surge of aura erupted from the four of them. The sheer force of it crashed against Chihiro like a tidal wave, so sudden and intense that she instinctively raised an arm to shield her eyes.
Reviews
All reviews (0)