𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

V | IV

I recommend re-reading the previous chapter to remember what's happening rn ! Also hey lol it's been a month heres 5k
Here is a sketch of the reader's outfit:

The way absolutely no one told me I hadn't posted the picture ☹️☹️ for a good 5 days

Also yes as usual I haven't proofread this at all. Would anyone be interested in being a beta reader ?

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CHAPTER — IV
part five

"WELL PRINCESS ? What's happened ?" Satoru coos, his voice just above a whisper. You suddenly feel a hand on your knee.

"You don't look alright, little pet. What's got your panties in a wad ?" Suguru says in that teasing voice of his and then you feel another hand on your leg. But you carry on eating, refusing to do so much as cast a glance in their direction. You're already feeling... sensitive enough at it is today.

"Has father already fucked you ?" Satoru asks lightly, seemingly innocently as he takes a bite of his food. His eyes aren't even on you.

You understand, with delay, that he's talking to you, "N-no—he hasn't—" you stutter out, taken aback. You swallow down your saliva. Why would he even ask you that—?

"Ah," Satoru says, absently, his eyes carefully reading your face. What he sees on it must be very amusing, as a smirk stretches across his lips, "But you want him to, don't you ?" He purrs, leaning closer to you.

You couldn't stop the shiver even if you wanted to. You think of Father Fushiguro—should you even be calling him father still ? You think of his imposing frame between the apex of your thighs, rocking in and out—

Your face suddenly feels very hot. You're not completely clueless. You've read the explicit book Father Fushiguro was reading a month ago when you saw him in a cafe (in small, tiny bits this past week). You more or less know intercourse that involves what lies between both of your legs with back and forth movements.

Satoru draws circles on your knee with his fingers. "Thinking dirty thoughts aren't you ?" His voice is in your ear, and you shiver again as your body warms up.

You want to deny it and say that you weren't but your words die in your throat when you look into his eyes. They're red crimson. They shift above you as his devilish smile widens. "Suguru, you can read her thoughts, can't you ?" He muses slowly, making sure you catch onto each of his words, "What is our little princess currently thinking about, mmh ?"

Mind reading ? That's very unrealistic, even for vampires.

Suguru lets out a low chuckle, his cold hand on your knee sliding up to your mid-thigh and stopping where your gown starts, all while leaving goosebumps in its wake. He gives Satoru a long look, wordlessly communicating with him.

You peer at Suguru. He's dressed—unsurprisingly—in all black. He's got on a black yukata with intricate light silver patterns resembling rose thorns all over it. His obi is matte black, contrasting slightly with the rest of the fabric. He let his hair out tonight and they hang low around his face, a few strands falling on his forehead as he tilts his head to the side, a grin forming on his lips. He's so—

"Handsome. I'm flattered, thank you."

That takes you by surprise, but you recover quickly. You refuse to believe vampire can read minds. That would be so unfair.