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"Pleasure Me" [Edging & Humiliation]

There's no one in this world who wouldn't want to be a Nakahara Chuuya. Beautiful face with gorgeous blue eyes, petite figure with muscles that are just right, brain above average and the overall elegance that could be seen in the way he brought himself. It'd seem much fairer if he has a rotten personality but God had seemed to take his sweet time making Chuuya the perfect human being. He has the patience of a saint and is very well mannered to even the office boy.

People - mostly females - hate him for being too perfect but what makes women drown deeper in jealousy was the fact that he's the object of Dazai Osamu's affection, the head of the one of the most influential companies in Yokohama, also known to be someone who's never taken a relationship seriously. Yet to the surprise of the whole population of the city, Dazai is absolutely smitten with the red haired beauty and, if it's not obvious enough, deadly possessive, to the disappointment of the men residing in Yokohama.

However, their status is unclear to the public; no one but themselves really knows what is the relationship between the two of them. Some speculated them to be lovers, another going as far as stating they are married but there's also not few who say they're merely engaged in a financial relationship, if they were to judge from Chuuya's designer clothes, his Mercedes, the accessories that looks like it cost at least a house or two.

Those are not things normal people could purchase. So either he is Dazai Osamu's husband, thus granting him access to his wealth, or those are all gifts from the brunet.. for his sugar baby.

Who would've known, on a fateful day, their point of view of Chuuya and the two's relationship would change so drastically.

Like any other day, Chuuya would make an appearance in the office; wearing those brandy clothes accompanied with an equally expensive hat, choker and any other accessories he feels like wearing. He'd walk himself past the front door with a warm smile on his face, nodding politely at the employees, including security and cleaning services. Chuuya then entered the elevator, scanning an access card only he and the important figures in the company owned and pressed the button to the top floor. Humming softly as he leaned onto the wall, answering greetings directed to him, and watched as everyone left for their designated floor.

Once it arrived, the redhead stepped out and without bothering to knock, he entered the only room there.

The single occupant didn't even bother to look at him and Chuuya did just the same; taking off his hat and setting it aside on the coffee table, he continued by peeling his coat off and folded it, placing it under his hat.

Chuuya walked over to the kitchen area and directly to the small wine cellar; he hummed pleasant as he noticed that it had been refilled. Taking a glass along with a random bottle, he poured himself a moderate amount before maneuvering himself towards the huge office desk.

He leaned over to peer down at the man who's busy doodling on an important document, scoffing when he saw a horrible drawing of what supposed to be a dog - he thinks - with a hat on top of his head.

"It's your portrait." The brunet explained, dismissing the obviously so done roll of eyes.

"Imagine you showing it to the public, the entirety of the male population of Yokohama will come for your head." He stated, calmly sipping on the red liquid.

"As if they didn't do that already. What brings you here today? Another watch? Choker?"

Chuuya gave him a look that screamed : 'What the fuck?'

"I have access to all of your bank accounts. Why do you suppose I have to go out of my way, here, to ask you for things when I can buy it myself if I want it?"

Dazai chuckled, taking the redhead's hand that was holding onto the glass and bringing it onto his lips, tipping the object and sipping the content. "Do you know that some people think you are my sugar baby?"