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Akechi looked around the safe room as everyone was getting prepared to locate the next area in the casino palace. Joker handed everyone an outfit to change into. The girls' faces turned a scarlet red as they were handed the outfits, while Ryuji and Morgana snickered and Yusuke framed them to capture the moment for an art piece. Makoto ducked her head down as to cover her eyes with her hair and clutched the outfit to her chest. "If you promise it's for stat boosts I'll wear it, Joker..." but she has a gut feeling that there was an ulterior motive behind this outfit choice from the smirk Joker had on his face. Once the Phantom Thieves had changed into their respective outfits, they left the for the palace floor. Akechi had a smirk on his face as he looked Makoto up and down slowly. "Forever the good obedient girl for Joker I see, Makoto." He licked his lips slowly but she didn't seem to notice the action.
She gently tugged on the bright red skirts. Though the thick black stockings that covered her legs were enough, she still felt self-conscious about the length of the skirt. Makoto looked at the other girls, they seemed to have gotten over the ordeal. Akechi still had a smirk on his face as looked Makoto over again watching her still fidget with the outfit. Her face had a slight blush as he got closer, he lowered his voice so only Makoto could hear. "Would you be a good girl, Queen, and do as your Master says and clean this for me? There's a scuff" He pointed at his lifted foot to show her the tip of his shoe to his butler suit and gave a cocky chuckle. She started to shake with rage, though Akechi mistook it for cowering. He reached out to touch her apron to play with it between his fingers.
"No need to fear your Master, Queen, I just want you t-" He was cut off as she grabbed his tie and slammed him to the floor, she leaned over him as she straddled his leg. "I don't fear you, Crow." she growled. "For someone who enjoys licking the boots of my Big Sis, you should have no problem groveling at mine begging to kiss them." She twisted the tie more in her hand and listened to him gasp for air, his eyes slightly dilated from her action, he started to scratch at the floor in panic, too afraid to anger her if he touched her without permission.
A smirk creeps across her lips. "That's a good boy, you should ask before touching me." Makoto ran her knee slowly up his leg bumping into something she didn't expect. His erection. She would have jumped back in disgust but with this new feeling that's rushing through her, she wanted it. "Look who the Master is now, Crow." She let go of his tie and stood to dust off her apron and skirts and left him on the floor to collect himself. He stared up at her in shock, he didn't realize that he would enjoy being dominated that much.
Especially by her.
The Phantom Thieves were up ahead searching for the next shadow, Makoto jogged to catch up with Akechi slowly bringing up the rear. "Where were you two at? I didn't see you behind us at the past turn back there." Ann whispered lifting an eyebrow to Makoto. Makoto shrugged. "Crow thought he heard something behind us and he wanted to investigate it, and being the co-leader I couldn't let him go by himself." Makoto assured Ann that everything was okay and that there was nothing out of place. The way Akechi had been walking and his bright red cheeks said otherwise.
Akechi would steal sheepish glances at Makoto on the walk ahead hoping there was a safe room nearby so he could adjust himself from their scuffle. He wondered where that side of her came from, as his eyes wandered over her body, gluing themselves to her ass as she walked ahead of him. She turned to him about to say something and caught him staring. She glared daggers at him and very gently (or at least to her) stomped her heel into his foot. He let out a small yelp and a small shiver to mask a quiet moan. Lucky for both of them, no one seemed to have noticed. She fell beside him in pace. "You are going to pay for your ogling, you creep." There was a slight look of fear mixed with excitement lingering in his eyes with her threat. He couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him.
After a few draining battles in the palace, the group was excited to finally reach a safe room. Everyone fell into the room, dragging themselves to a piece of furniture. Makoto stumbled to the couch on the far side of the room exhausted from fighting. Akechi sat next to her slightly crowding her space as the group settled around the Blackjack table. She glanced at Akechi who was breathing heavily. He looked worn out, his clothes were a little tattered from the fighting. His wounds didn't look severe but that didn't warrant any pity from Makoto, he still deserved to be punished for being a pervert. As everyone healed up to head out again, Makoto cleared her throat while walking up to Joker. "I'm going to stay here and keep an eye on Akechi-kun, he doesn't seem to be feeling well even after taking the medicine." Morgana tried to butt in "He looks fine t-" but she cuts the cat off. "This is his first palace, he's just not used to the environment yet. I'll keep an eye on him so we won't slow you guys down, okay?" There was a slight edge to her voice as she wanted everyone to leave as soon as possible. Haru picked up Morgana without a word and was the first to leave the room while everyone followed suit. Makoto stood still until the door was shut, a wicked grin spread across her face as she turned to face Akechi.
"Oh Akechi-kun you've been a very naughty boy" she walked over to him with a sway in her hips, tsking at him. "How are we going to fix that?" She stopped in front of him and leaned close to his face. She noticed a glint a pleasure forming in his eyes. 'This creep really does want to be punished' she thought to herself as she slipped her hand around his tie again and gave it a nice tug. "I-I'm sorry Makot-" "That's Master to you, Scum!" "M-Master..." She noticed how he squirmed in his seat and she liked it, made her think of the shadows that squealed under her feet as she defeated them. She straddled his hips and she carded her fingers through his hair with her other hand. "Such a pervert, you couldn't help but stare at my ass while I was walking ahead of you, could you?" He shook his head gently and mumbled. "I couldn't help it..." "Speak up Pervert!" He spoke louder with a hint of fear in his voice. "I-I couldn't help it, Master!" she gave a low chuckle "What do you want, Akechi? Do you want to be punished?" She gave a light tug on his hair before releasing it, she ran her fingers down over his cheek delicately. He moaned softly into her touch. He closed his eyes and nodded his head quickly against her palm. "Please punish me Master Makoto...I deserve it." She smacked his cheek that caused a slight sting and a pink outline of her handprint on his cheek.
He flinched from the smack. He gripped the side of the couch feeling pint up lust and rage come over his body. She noticed that his erection was back and it strained against his trousers. "Poor little Akechi, can't get enough of me. I've seen the way you look at me, even before we got to my Sis's palace." She pressed herself into his hips and slowly rotated her pelvis on him. He groaned loudly and panted while he white-knuckled the couch cushions. "Please Mako-...Please, Master, let me touch you" he whimpered to her. She smirked at him and ground herself harder into him. "Beg harder and I just might let you" He threw his head back and moaned loudly. "Oh fuck..." He hissed. She jerked his tie forward and smashed her lips to his, biting his lip and he tried to reciprocate but she pulled back before he can. "Beg for what you want Akechi-kun, I wanna hear you beg for me."
Angered from not getting his release, He snapped forward and grabbed her hips pinning her underneath him. She had the air knocked out of her as he ran his hands up her skirts trying to pull down her stockings. She coughed and batted at his head and shoulders. "Look who's the Master now, Makoto." He said, fiendishly, mocking her comment from earlier. He caught her hands and pinned them above her on the armrest and leaned down to put more weight on her. He clamped her hands with one hand and gripped her stockings with the other. She started to panic, thrashing about and kicked at his legs and lower back. "Oh Makoto, the look in your eyes is something else, now be the obedient little girl that you are and accept this from your Master." She saw red. She smashed her forehead into his nose and he quickly reeled back from the pain, falling off the couch. He gripped his face grabbing the handkerchief in his chest pocket. "You fucking bitch!" he yelled as he held the handkerchief to his nose. Makoto sat up and panted heavily stared at him.
A twisted motherly instinct kicked in for her to help him as he held the handkerchief to his face. She crawled slowly over to him and he stared her down, he smirked slightly. "Are you going to make this up for me, Makoto?" She helped hold the fabric to his face. His arms falling to his sides to keep from falling back. She nestled between his legs and carded her fingers through his hair gently, letting him believe everything was going to be okay. He never saw it coming. "You need to tilt your head back, Akechi." She said in a firm voice. She yanked his hair back to hold him in place and he grunted in pain. "You don't want the blood to stain your suit, do you?" He moans softly. There was hell in her eyes as he gaped at her. She looked down at him and noticed that his erection strained even more in his trousers. "You sick fuck, you enjoy the pain, don't you?" His eyes were closed hoping that she would have mercy on him if he didn't respond to her, she yanked his hair again and maneuvered herself so she straddled one of his outstretched legs and bumped her knee gently against his erection. His eyes shot open as her knee ground against his crotch and chocked out weak reply. "Yes, Master..." Her smile was wicked. "That's a good boy."