𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

IV | III

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CHAPTER — III
part four

FATHER FUSHIGURO walked towards you with purpose. You were sweating bullets, with Suguru at your side, grining devilishly as he placed the gun on his desk. You noticed how the object was slightly shiny with your—well—wetness and your cheeks warmed up further.

Suguru crossed his arm, leaving you to lean on his desk next to you, he seemed to be leaving space for the man. "Father. Here you are."

Father Fushiguro nodded, "Officer." He stopped right in front of you, taking you in. You saw his eyes go from your legs, then slide further up between your legs then stop at your face before lingering at your neck.

You shivered. He slowly approached you further, carefully, like he was trying to not scare you and you couldn't believe how is the time he wanted to act considerate.

"My little girl." He greeted you as he gently caressed your cheeks, his voice was low and raspy but his tone felt soft, friendly even.

Your heart bloomed in your chest, you nearly wanted to lean into his touch. Why do you feel like this ? Could it actually be that you missed him ?

"How have you been, my beautiful ? Mmh ?" His voice is barely above a whisper. You don't understand why he's acting like this—so intimate with you. You also don't understand why it doesn't make you feel grossed out.

"Now, don't get so scared around me," Fushiguro chuckles humorlessly, "I don't bite."

You look outraged.

Father Fushiguro has the nerve to look sheepish. Him and Suguru both let out an honest laugh. The latter slides his hands around your waist and his eyes glides to your neck, "It seems the bite marks are healing properly uh ?" He hums, lightly poking at the wound and you whine, giving him a sharp glare. He lifts his hand up in surrender, smiling playfully. "I wonder when I'll get to mark you like that." He slides closer, speaking softly in your ear, "When will you let suck you dry ?" You can hear a pout in his voice, undoubtedly mocking.

"No. I—won't." You don't sound confident in what you're saying at all. They both know it. You know that they know it.

You used to feel like a weak lamb, thoughtlessly stuck in the lion's den. You're now in between said lion and a wolf, trying your hardness not to cower in front of them. You want to prove yourself that you're no longer a lamb, even if a small part of you is craving to be held again. A tiny part of you wants to feel precious, wants to be touched. Never in your life had anyone expressed such desire for you, and it's normal that you can't help but feel flattered by it, it's normal that you keep dreaming about hands all over your body and lips sucking and biting at your neck while whispering atrocities. All of this is entirely normal, you try to rationalize.

"This is very unorthodox." You blurt out. "I can't."

Getou snorts, "Quite mouthy without the haze uh ?"

"Love that side of her," Father Fushiguro murmurs, his other hand resting on your exposed thigh.

"You didn't seem that opposed to it earlier though..." Suguru starts, tone absolutely teasing and malicious, "When you were grinding on my gun like a proper pet, baby. Didn't really seem you were going to stop me if I took a taste." He grabs the gun on the table to show it off. With how sticky the object looked—you had no doubt your underwear was ruined.