charade

━━ trances of intimacy ii.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE SANZU HARUCHIYO. Y/N COULD'VE WROTE THAT IN HER PRINCIPLE beforehand but now that she's all manacled and powerless against the latter - she can do less or never than what she swore to do. She was too impotent against him now and she's quite aware that it was imbecilic enough for her to fully let herself comply on the drug's corollary, specifically on the one the Sanzu gave. 

Even if she's unnerving, she could feel how the virulent executive trail the gun's cold end from her chest down to her still clothed pussy, poking and tracing her slit's dampness who doused through the thin fabric of her panties. The gun's safety was unlocked and y/n fully acknowledges the fact that it's menacing enough if Sanzu accidentally pulls the trigger; however, the thrills inching through her innards is severe than the fright she's feeling that not even her could cease it from turning into pleasure. She wanted what he's doing as well.

"A gun pointed towards this pussy of yours. What a sight to behold indeed. And with this slickness, will you gonna be able to handle a gun inside you?" Sanzu suddenly asked before lifting the blindfold that he had put on the lady - letting her see how he pursued and pressed the gun's frigid end on the cloth of her garment. His dull expression stared right through her soul as y/n only reputed with a breathless gasp and flabbergasted expression. Can she even move? Sans.

"No... Wait a minute." With knuckles tightening it's hold on the bed's cold rim, y/n managed to answer - a trance of regret sufficed inside her veins the moment she ascertained that she can't loiter the same look and actions that Sanzu gives towards her. There she realized more that he is not just a plain dominant man, he's more than that. He's tainted by the devil himself, if she may say.

Unlucky for Sanzu since he's facing one as well.

"If I get out of here, consider one of your legs buried six feet deep from the surface, Sanzu." She remarked, earning a smirk from the hombre.

"Are you sure? Certainly answering me with a no, mio? But you know me as someone who doesn't likes nor accepts rejection, right?" Doubling the size of his smirk, his dominant hand flew to intercept her from breathing as his palm gripped the pressure points of her neck hardly - knocking down her senses, plunging her peer into the dusk, and fully making her consciousness fade into the unknown just by tauting his hold. His words rang repeatedly into her notice as she parted her lips to shout at him but failed - his hold was just too tough to budge to begin with.

Before she loses all bearings from his choke, her eyes just freely wandered around his visage. His bright forest green-hued orbs reflected the pygmy luster of the sun as the cerise cloud of his hair weaved slightly with the thin waft around the room, his lively complexion and robust jaw complemented every angle of his face, eyes diverting her a rather insulting and cocky stare, the usual Sanzu.

Removing his hands on her neck, he got himself a countless gasp and cough from y/n as he caught the rim of her panties and pulled it away, ripping it in half and showcasing her bare and swollen cunt before slapping it, causing for her stomach to clench but this time in delectation.

"I have always wanted to disrespect you in the most respectful way I can. Provoking me will do you no good." Sanzu said, putting the gun away before pulling something from the bed's rear. He then simpered to show y/n how he uncovered his katana from its sheath, landing it's tip on her hardened nubs before tweaking it softly. He traced the katana's keen tip on her chest down to her navel and hips until it reached her swollen clit. Cerise lips curving, an unpleasant idea sprouted in his mind.

With a low whistle, he dropped and softly rubbed her clit side to side using the sharp edge - trying so hard not to bruise her pussy using his blade's piercing end. Y/n's lips quivered in response while feeling how Sanzu's sword flitted on her bare cunt. First, a gun and now, a katana? Just what scale of craziness can the pink-haired executive reach?