In the enigmatic confines of the white room, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, the revered "Masterpiece of the demonic 4th generation," undergoes rigorous training. But when the military raids the facility, Ayanokouji is finally freed from its grip.
However, spe...
Once we were a safe distance away, Karuizawa turned to me, her voice quivering with a mix of shock and fear. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice laced with a palpable sense of urgency.
"My name is Ayanokouji Kiyotaka," I answered, maintaining my composure as I looked into Karuizawa's eyes. Her voice trembled with a mixture of shock and fear, her urgent question hanging in the air.
But before I could say anything further, Karuizawa dismissed my response with a mixture of skepticism and unease. "Ayanokouji? That can't be all there is to it," she exclaimed, her voice wavering. "You must be holding some very dark secrets."
She was right. I carried a burden of secrets, a past that I had carefully concealed from others. The darkness that lay within me was a part of who I was, something I had hoped to keep hidden. I couldn't bear the thought of my past being exposed, the consequences of which I had painstakingly worked to evade.
So I grabbed Karuizawa's arm and swiftly pushed her against the nearby wall, startling her. Her eyes widened with a mix of terror and confusion, and her body tensed with fear.
"What are you doing?" she stammered, her voice trembling.
I stared into Karuizawa's frightened eyes, my grip on her arm tightening as I attempteed to maintain control of the situation. I stared deep into her soul, but it was an empty stare, there were no love nor admiration present.
Suddenly, the words that escaped her trembling lips cut through the air, filled with a mix of confusion and desperation.
"Are you after my body?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
A momentary pause hung between us, the weight of her question resonating in the tense atmosphere. My mind raced, contemplating the best course of action. A part of me recognized the fear and vulnerability she displayed, while another part reveled in the power I held over her at this moment.
"That might not be too bad," I replied coldly, my voice devoid of emotion. "After all, I'm still a boy."
Karuizawa's eyes widened in shock, a mixture of disbelief and horror flickering across her features. Her body trembled against the wall, trapped between my presence and the uncertainty of the situation.
"No, please," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "Let me go. I won't tell anyone about what happened here. Just please, don't hurt me."
"Strip yourself" I commanded.
Karuizawa stood stunned for a moment, her shock quickly turning to fear. I could see the terror in her eyes as she slowly began to comply with my request. She timidly untied the ribbon of her sailor uniform, and the crisp fabric clung to her figure, accentuating her slender frame.
Her hands quivered as she undid the uniform's top, revealing her lacy bra underneath. The pleated skirt fell just above her knees, swaying gently as she moved. My eyes watched her undress, unencumbered by feelings of lust or unease. She was both captivating and fragile yet I felt nothing in response.
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