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“Here.” Kishibe held up a glass of wine. There was a mouthful left. “Help me finish this.”
Nodding with a smile, you took your glass to finish your drink, not letting a single drop go to waste. “When do we have to go up?” you asked as you got up from the bed to head toward the bathroom. You felt nervous from how quiet it was.
Kishibe hummed in acknowledgment, “Early.”
Putting the glass on the bathroom counter, you grabbed your toothbrush. “Do we have to stay another night here?” He didn’t answer, so, you peeked your head out from the bathroom to take a look at him. “Mr. Kishibe?”
“Makima booked the hotel for us. We will be here until the threat is gone.” He was dismissive, a little too annoyed that you asked the same question you had been asking since the two of you got here. He got under the sheets on his side of the bed to let you know that he was done talking. “Why? Can’t tolerate me anymore?” Or not…
“It’s just that the bed is uncomfy. I just wanna go home and sleep in a better bed.” Your answer must have satisfied him because he went quiet.
After brushing your teeth, you joined him in bed. Sleeping in the same bed with your work partner wasn’t out of the ordinary but also not that common. When it happened, you always found it impossible to wake up in the morning. Makima could always book a separate room for the two of you but she never did and you never really wondered why. Perhaps she was just cutting expenses. Whatever. It was fine. Mr. Kishibe didn’t snore and he was your superior, he always kept everything professional.
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With Kishibe’s expertise, the devil you two were assigned to kill was finally eliminated. You two would be returning home soon.
“Let’s end tonight with a good meal before we leave tomorrow.” Kishibe turned to face the road as the car swerved left. “What’d you like to eat?” His tone was a little… disinterested, he was asking out of courtesy. Your head jerked up, looking at him. You were hesitant. “Somewhere with delicious desserts.”
“Well, that’s just adorable. Alright.” He smiled at that, “I know a place.” He was gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.
You cleared your throat. “Well…” You noticed how he was driving towards the luxurious parts of the city. You didn’t have the money right now to eat at a fancy restaurant. “Uh, Mr. Kishibe.”
Too late, your suspicions were right all along because he pulled up next to a restaurant you could never afford to eat at.
He waited for you to speak and so did the valet, waiting for him to get out of the car and toss the keys to him so they could go park the car for Kishibe.
“I don’t think I can dine here,” you softly said, eyes gazing into his.
“What do you mean? Do you have a strict diet? I can make them fix something for you either way.”
“I just don’t have the money to-”
“It’s on me,” he replied and leaned forward to unbuckle your seatbelt. “Now, don’t hesitate to order anything you’d wanna try.” With that, he was out of the car, and he tossed his keys to the valet. Before the valet could do his job and open the door for you, Kishibe did.
He offered you his arm, letting you hold onto his arm as you walked inside. A sophisticated-looking waiter was standing behind a podium, he stared down at the two of you with a welcoming smile. “Did you have a reservation?”
Oh, it was one of those kinds of restaurants. You turned to look at Kishibe, you wanted him to know that you didn’t mind going to a burger place down the road to eat some disgustingly oily burger.
“Kishibe.”
That was all he said and the waiter’s expression changed into something a little shocked. The waiter walked around the podium, “Let me take you to a table, Mr. Kishibe.”
The table was nicely organized, with a bunch of cutlery on both sides and it already had a wine bottle in the middle. “Here,” Kishibe helped you to your seat before sitting across from you. Another waiter came to the table to open the wine bottle, he filled your glass with red gold, waiting for you to taste it.
Swirling the wine, you brought the glass up your nose to inhale its scent. It smelled so full and overwhelming. You took a small sip and let the rich flavor melt in your mouth. “It’s delicious,” you said to the waiter who proceeded to fill the rest of your glass before moving to Kishibe’s glass.
The waiter from before stood by Kishibe as well, quietly speaking to him. It looked like Kishibe was giving them instructions.
“That’s good,” Kishibe said, nodding his head slowly.
“Are you ready to order then?” The waiter straightened his posture, looking at Kishibe.
“I’ll have the lamb chops.”
The waiter nodded, “And you, Miss?”
You quickly glanced at the menu that was placed on your plate. “Same as him, please. I also would like to try today’s dessert.”
“Is that all?” the waiter asked, collecting the menus.
“Yes, thank you!” you said.
As soon as the waiter left, Kishibe took his wine glass in his hand, lifting it towards you. “Cheers to another successful mission.”
You laughed softly as you lifted your glass, clinking it with his. “Cheers.”
He took a small sip from his wine, watching you carefully, his eyes dropping to your cleavage only for a split second.
You moved your glass to swirl the wine. “Will you be taking a break too?” You knew he never took a break after a mission.
“Will you?”
“I always do,” you chuckled and took a sip from your wine.
“I know.” Kishibe further questioned. “Why?”
You were frozen with the memories of flooding back. The absurd smell of gunpowder, blood, and sweat. The groping hands of a devil in your nightmares. Every single time after a mission like this, as soon as you got home and slept in your own bed, you had night terrors. You never understood why. Your doctor said it was probably because of the stress of your deadly job.
“No reason, I just wanna sleep in my own bed for a few nights and rest, that’s all.” You took another sip from your drink, hoping this one would be the one to make your worries go away.
“Don’t drink too much, we still have wine in our hotel room,” Kishibe reminded you.
“I’ll be fine.”
Moments later the waiter came to put the main dish in front of you. The lamb was flavorful, tender, and juicy. With every bite you sipped more from your wine, they went well together. Thankfully, Kishibe was never a talkative person, he ate his dish and drank his wine without trying to engage you in a conversation. You enjoyed his company for this reason, he never made things awkward. He let you be in your own world when needed but he still managed to encourage you to work harder.
When you were done with the lamb chops, you were drunk from the wine. Alcohol made you a lot more talkative. You spoke just fine but your eyes were glimmering, your smile was pouty and you couldn’t stop touching your face. Your cheeks were red and hot. They only became redder when Kishibe said something that remotely complimented you.
“I find myself looking forward to working with you.”
It made you giggle, you got shy because he was telling you that he enjoyed your company in his own way. “Me too, Mr. Kishibe.”
When the dessert arrived, Kishibe ordered the second bottle for the night.
“How are you gonna drive me home later?” you asked and grazed the melted chocolate from the dessert with your spoon. You hummed in delight as your tongue licked the spoon clean inside your mouth.
“I was thinking that we could take a suite here?” Kishibe put his empty glass of wine on the table and reached for the bottle to pour another. “We can go and get our stuff from the other hotel in the morning. Besides, I’d rather stay here.”
Oh.
It was a luxury hotel restaurant. Of course, he was going to tell you that he could pay for it but you didn’t want him to waste money.
“I mean… I bet it’s a nice suite,” you said, trying to avoid his expectant gaze while your cheeks flamed. You nodded absently.
“But?” He didn’t wait for your answer. “If you’re worried about the money, I will be staying here anyway. I’ll pay for the room because I want to sleep here. I’m offering you the opportunity to join me and sleep in a better bed. You were complaining yesterday.”
You were quiet.
“What do you say?” he asked.
“Okay.” You were mushing the dessert now because of your dilemma. “I don’t have any clothes.”
“I’ll tell them to get something ready.” He smiled but you didn’t notice.
After everything had been paid for by Kishibe, he talked with the waiter and they brought out another expensive-looking bottle of wine for Kishibe. You were drunk but you were able to think enough to realize just how much power Kishibe had over you. The power of imbalance was there and always had been but you were being harshly reminded of it right now.
You were standing next to him in front of an elevator which he had to summon by putting the room key against a card reader. You felt like you stepped on another planet from the moment the elevator doors opened. There was a tile floor in the elevator, it was surrounded by mirrors only except for the doors. While you were trying to comprehend how far humanity had come to make even elevators luxurious, Kishibe finally spoke.
“Do you want to take a shower before bed?” You felt his hand pressing on the small of your back. You didn’t remember when he had put his hand on you. Were you too drunk to notice his touch?
“I do.” You stared at his hand before moving away from him.
He let out a sigh, he didn’t say anything else.
For the first time, you felt uncomfortable around Kishibe. The older man you had looked up to ever since you were placed under him suddenly carried the same feeling of a man groping you on the subway.
It was starting to look like a bad idea to follow him into the suite but it was almost as if you were on autopilot. You walked into the large suite and instead of gawking at its magnificence, you were staring at the silk nightgown that was on the bed.
There was no way you were going to wear that to bed. You then saw a normal pair of pajamas that were laid out for Kishibe.
“That idiot,” Kishibe sighed and walked to the bed. “I apologize, I’ll call the reception and ask them to bring proper pajamas for you as well. You can take a shower now if you’d like.”
He sounded genuinely upset. You were reading too much into Kishibe today. He had been kind enough to take you to a nice restaurant and invite you to his suite. And here you were comparing him to a creep on a subway moments ago.
“Thank you,” you said. “Sorry, Mr. Kishibe. Thanks for everything.”
He gave you a soft smile before he put down the wine bottle and picked up the phone from the nightstand.
You excused yourself to the bathroom and took a long shower to wash away everything. By the time you were done, it was past midnight and you finally decided to hurry so Kishibe could also enjoy a hot shower before bed. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you walked out of the bathroom to find him sitting on a chair on the other side of the room, drinking wine.
He noticed you and got up. “The pajamas are on the bed.”
“Thank you!” You picked up the pink-colored pajamas, the fabric had that expensive feeling. You couldn’t stop touching the soft fabric.
“Here,” he said. “Please help me finish this.”
You looked up to see him holding a glass of wine to you. Hesitantly, you took it from him. There was no way you could drink any more than what you had tonight. You were already feeling nauseous from drinking. The wine didn’t taste good anymore, it tasted like alcohol. Hand sanitizer kind of alcohol.
“I’ll go take a shower now.” He walked away after picking up his pajamas from the bed.
Left alone, you put the glass of wine on the nightstand and changed into pajamas. The wine was already filling up your senses just by looking at it. You didn’t want to drink it. Especially after you brushed your teeth earlier.
Looking around for a solution, you found it when you saw the second bathroom door by the entry lobby. You could just pour it out into the sink. Determined, you headed toward the bathroom with the wine, quickly poured it out but let a small bit sit at the bottom of the glass so it wouldn’t give away that you wasted such precious wine. After rinsing the sink, you put the glass on the nightstand and got in bed.
It was way too comfy, it felt like you were resting on top of clouds. A smile plastered on your face as you closed your eyes. The room was dim enough for you to want to sleep at that moment.
The next time you opened your eyes, you saw that it was still dim in the room and Kishibe was coming out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his hip, he stood by the end of the bed to stare in your direction. You were too tired to converse with him, so, you pretended to be asleep. You saw him remove the towel. Immediately, you closed your eyes and cursed yourself for invading his privacy. He obviously thought you were asleep and wanted to get dressed freely.
Abruptly you got dragged on the bed, and the feeling of a firm grip around your ankle came later. Your eyes were wide open as you stared at Kishibe who had pulled you under him with such force and speed he only used on devils. Your tummy clenched, and your pulse went haywire. He looked as surprised as you were, his eyebrows rose and lips parted. He glanced at the nightstand on your side, then back at you.
“Mr. Kishibe?” you gasped, trying not to look at his visible erection hovering over your lower half. He was still holding your ankle in a firm grip but hearing your voice made him loosen his grip.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Thought I saw something wrong.”
That was obviously a lie. You glanced at what he had been looking at earlier. The nightstand had nothing on it except for the wine glass. The same wine glass you had emptied out in the sink.
He was already moving away from you when you felt your jaw clenching hard. You were going to ask him something that could ruin your entire life and relationship with him. “What was in the wine, Mr. Kishibe?”
You knew it was bad. You knew this was going to end badly. However, you couldn’t forget about all of the times he asked you to help finish his drink. How sore you woke up the next day and the nightmares you had at your own place. It was all starting to make sense. It was like solving a puzzle you didn’t know had another side to it when you flipped it. Uncovering a truth you should have just overlooked.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, tone indifferent than usual.
Were you really going to accuse him further right now? Your body was already going numb from fear and the realization of what he probably had done.
“You-”
“I would be very careful to choose my next words, it could lose you your job.” Kishibe’s jaw was clenched, you could see him struggle to hold his composure as he suddenly got closer. “I wouldn’t want you to lose your job just because you decided to be a silly little girl and accuse your superior.” He grabbed you by your calf and pulled you under him, this time you couldn’t see anything but his dark soulless eyes.
When you tried to push him away, he grabbed you by your neck, keeping you in place. You were speechless by the amount of power he was using on you. You were never good at fighting, only good at keeping contracts with your devils. You had always been more than ready to sacrifice your body and soul to use their power but right now you were powerless. The devil hunters couldn’t use their contracted devils on other devil hunters.
There was nothing you could do other than hope that Kishibe would show mercy. However, you had never once witnessed him show mercy to any living creature. You remember watching him shoot a lamb when the two of you were doing a mission in the countryside. You didn’t know what was wrong with the small animal but Kishibe had been talking with a farmer and the farmer pointed at the lamb with a grin. With that, you had also turned to look at the fluffy white lamb standing next to a large sheep. In barely a second, the lamb’s head exploded, the sheep’s white coat splattered with blood and it made a terrifying screech before running away. You watched the lamb kick its legs aimlessly, its dying body convulsing and blood pooling around it, covering the fluffy white coat red.
He never told you why he shot that lamb.
You never asked either.
Why were you remembering this right now?
You felt him getting in between your legs and staring down at you with a blank expression, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking or what he wanted to do.
“I won’t tell anyone,” you said, hoping that would calm him down enough to get the fuck away from you. “Just stop, please. I just want to leave.”
He squeezed your neck tight enough to make you feel the pressure on your nose and eyes. The pressure was too much already. Your hands went to your neck, trying to get under his hand to push it away. “Leaving is not an option, not anymore. If you ever try to leave me, I’ll find you.”
You opened your mouth to say something but that invited him to kiss you suddenly and hard. His mouth was firm on yours, sloppy and wet. You could only feel the heat and the pressure on your jaw from his hand on your neck.
Then you felt him pull down your pajama pants with his free hand, you tried fighting back by kicking but he pushed you harder against the bed by your neck, making you see those small white circles out of nowhere. Drool started coming out of your mouth and that was when he pulled away from the kiss. Not because he was disgusted but because he had finally pulled down your pants to your ankles. His focus was on the pair of undies you had, cotton with cute prints on them because you weren’t expecting to be seen in your underwear when you had chosen to wear this pair.
He leaned closer to whisper in your ear, “Give me a chance to make you forgive me.”
With that, he released his grip around your neck, you inhaled deeply and coughed violently as tears ran down your cheeks.
He didn’t let you rest and spread your legs wider while he put his face between your thighs. You tried closing your legs, tried to reach down to cover yourself or to do anything to block him but he didn’t let you. He put your legs on his shoulders and raised himself on the bed to give you the disadvantage.
“Mr. Kishibe!” you gasped when he put his mouth against your pussy. He gave a slow lick along your folds before he placed his mouth closer to stimulate you just right. You grabbed his hair to pull it harshly, to get him to stop. He seemed unaffected. In response to your useless efforts, he sucked on your clit, giving repetitive licks on the sensitive nub to show you just how much power he had over you yet again. Like you had been hit by a jolt of electricity, you were trembling and your legs convulsed around his head, toes curling.
He smiled against your pussy, continuing to eat you out and bringing his hand to your pussy. He inserted two digits inside of you to gently rub your inner walls, he was licking you differently and checking exactly what made you clamp down on his fingers.
You threw your head back in pleasure, letting yourself press further into the mattress when he found a certain movement that made you delirious. You were whimpering for him to stop but your hips were bucking forward against his face, letting his nose rub against your clit.
Kishibe liked that. So he gave you what you desperately wanted.
The bubbling sensation in your stomach started wildly going south and spreading to your groin as soon as he flicked his tongue on your clit while his fingers were hastily thrusting in and out of you.
You looked at him even though you had been mentally telling yourself not to. He was already looking at you with his mouth on your clit. His eyes were hazy, yet, he was observing you like he would observe his enemy. Deliberately and with intense attention.
When he knew you were coming, he removed his fingers to replace them with his tongue, licking you swiftly until you came in his mouth and your cunt was throbbing against his lips. You made a weak sound of pleasure and your tense body relaxed, he put your legs down with a grin, watching you with those dark eyes as he always had.
He knew your body better than you did. You didn’t need to guess how. You shivered at the thought.
“Let me take care of you as I’ve always done.” He was positioning himself between your legs again, this time he was rubbing his cock while watching you. “Stay mine. Only mine as you should’ve always been.”
A sob came out of you and you covered your face with your forearm. You could feel him rubbing his cock between your wet folds, the motion made you tremble from how sensitive you were.
“You’ve always needed me,” he said. Pushing his hips forward and inserting his cock inside you. You gasped at the sensation and removed your arm from your face to glare at him. He leaned forward and down until his hands were on the mattress right above your head. His face was inches away from yours as he looked at you with a burning passion. “Maybe you find everything I say meaningless but even if it’s pretend, I want you to forgive me for this.” He pulled back and thrust forward with a grunt.
“Why would I do that?” you spat but your voice trembled nonetheless as he thrust into you again.
“It’s for your own good. None of the things I do will matter tomorrow. All that’ll matter is you being mine.”
You gasped as he picked up his pace, seemingly done with talking to give in to chasing his pleasure. He was humping you in fast and quick thrusts, making you get another round of bubbling in your tummy. Your mind slipped and all you could feel was his cock stretching you and pounding into you. His balls slapped against your skin and the burning feeling started spreading to your groin, filling all of your senses with a feverish burn to accompany the thrill of the release.
He grabbed your chin, lifting it up to meet your gaze before going in for a kiss. Like hypnotized, you accepted it. You straddled his hips and moved your mouth against his, tasting the flavorful wine on his lips and tongue.
You came on his cock when he slammed into you fiercely, your walls clamped around him to milk him for all he had. “Tell me you’re mine,” he grunted.
Thoughtless, you whined. “I’m yours.”
He let out a groan and bit your bottom lip as he was cumming. He didn’t pull out and pushed himself deep inside of you as he came, filling your womb with his cum. Slowly, he started fucking his cum into you while kissing you with the same sluggish rhythm.
A sense of panic was trying to nudge you but you were far too tired to care. Cumming twice had been too much for you and you could feel your consciousness slipping as you stopped responding to Kishibe’s kiss. You felt him pull out of you and his cum dripping out of you before your body gave out.
You didn’t have any nightmares as you slept.
When you woke up, Kishibe was dressed and ready. He wished you a good morning and sat on the couch to wait for you to get ready.
You weren’t sure what to feel because he was acting all normal and you would have thought this was a dream if you hadn’t seen the bruises around your neck. Thankfully, you weren’t covered in dried cum and you weren’t sure how to feel about him cleaning you up while you were asleep.
You sort of guessed it wasn’t the first time either.
Taking a shower, you washed away everything that happened. You were planning to quit your job as soon as you were back in Tokyo. You would have to work at a minimal-wage job but anything would be better than working with Kishibe.
Yet, you were presented with the image of his face between your legs by your own mind. You could feel your pussy pulsating at the thought of the events of last night. He had been the most honest with you last night, you had never heard him talk about his feelings so openly before but-
You had to be going crazy.
Once ready, you followed him to the lobby but he didn’t go to the reception. He was headed for the breakfast buffet. You reluctantly followed him and ate breakfast. He was acting like nothing had happened.
“Help me finish this,” he said and put a half-eaten pancake on your plate with his fork. He took a sip from his coffee as he flipped the page of the newspaper he had grabbed from the magazine station.
You didn’t give it any thought and ate the rest of his pancake.
He took another sip from his coffee to hide his smile.
When the two of you were at the reception, the waiter from last night showed up next to the receptionist. “Oh, Mr. Kishibe! Leaving so soon?”
Kishibe nodded to confirm, giving the receptionist his credit card. “We have a long way to get to Tokyo.”
The waiter hummed in agreement before his eyes landed on you. “Ah, my sincere apologies for last night. I was under the impression that you were Mr. Kishibe’s date.”
You remembered what he was talking about. The pajamas. “It’s fine, really.”
Kishibe put his arm around you, “She’s not used to showing skin, that’s all.”
You stared at him with wide eyes as he took his credit card from the receptionist. The payment had gone through.
The waiter smiled, “Hope you enjoyed your stay then. Welcome back anytime.”
You felt Kishibe firmly keep you in place as he walked you out of the hotel building. As soon as you were outside you pushed him away from you. “Don’t touch me.”
He didn’t give you any reactions and walked up to the valet who had already prepared his car. He took his keys from the valet and opened the door for you, waiting.
You stood there, staring at him with raised brows. He was playing with you but you had to endure it. At least just for now, just until you got back to Tokyo. Hesitantly, you approached the car and got in before he closed the door for you.
As he walked around the car to get in the driver's seat, you decided to avoid looking at him by staring out the window. Kishibe didn’t pay your silence any mind and drove to the hotel you two had been staying at during the mission.
He had the keys and you had no choice but to follow him into the hotel room to pick up your stuff. After that, you just had to endure the trip back to Tokyo. Only for a few hours. You could do it.
“Why do you treat me like I hurt you?” Kishibe asked when he was opening the door to the room.
Your limbs started going numb from anger, you weren’t sure why but you grabbed his arm to turn him around and lifted your other arm to land a punch on him. Big mistake. The next thing you knew, you were on the floor. You hit your head hard enough to lose your vision for a brief moment.
“I hope you don’t hold a grudge against me for this, It was purely out of reflex. I don’t take physical attacks lightly.” Kishibe calmly closed the door and stood next to your writhing body, the tip of his shoe nudging your cheek. “But I’ve done nothing but give you pleasure and safety ever since you’ve been attained to me.”
Was he being serious? You weren’t sure. You wanted to yell at him but the pain was overwhelming, everything was spinning.
“I’ve always treated you like you deserved it. You’re a good girl that does what she’s being told. Why won’t you just do as I say? When was I ever in the wrong or did something that would hurt someone?” He crouched to get close to your level since you were motionless, refusing to move to avoid the pain.
The lamb. The lamb. The lamb. The innocent lamb. If he wanted to hurt you he would have already. Just like that lamb.
“You’re overreacting, everything I did was for you. I’ve never lied to you. Don’t you remember that I am your superior? I know best.” He petted your head with the same deliberate care he always had.
Kishibe knew best. The lamb was a devil, right? Disguised as an innocent little lamb. Maybe you didn’t remember correctly. Kishibe never lied to you. He always protected you. Even helped you out to pay your rent once. He was far better than anyone you had worked with before. He would never hurt you.
“I want to continue working with you,” he said, offering you his hand.
You didn’t know the reason but you reached out to take his hand and got up. He gave you a pat on the back before the two of you packed your things and were about to head out of the hotel to check out from this one too.
You were waiting by the door as Kishibe dug his hand into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a pill bottle. He gave it one last look before tossing it into the trash can next to the desk. He then approached you with a faint smile and put his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of the room. He kept his hand on you until you got in the car.
When he was driving past a field, you saw a herd of sheep. For a moment, you saw the lamb Kishibe had shot or you thought you did. There was a bloody puddle and the corpse of a devil where a little lamb’s corpse used to be.