It didn't take long for Gilgamesh to decide. A woman dominating him, of all people, was absurd, and the second outright said only women need apply. He briefly considered going through it anyway, but that thought vanished when he read the third.
It suited him best, of course. By mere right of his birth, all things in this world belonged to him, and that included the woman behind the door. The hint held the promise that she might be briefly amusing, and, of course, the handle was made of gold, as if it was made for him. Of course, in Gilgamesh's mind it absolutely was made for him.
So he threw the door open with some degree of grace, stepping into the room and waiting for the woman to approach him.
The room was half elegant library, half bedroom. It was all rich mahogany, ornate woodwork, and gold detailing. The bed was also luxurious, and though at first it seemed innocent enough, the loops in the headboard and the telltale bedside drawer told otherwise. From another door on the opposite site (presumably the bathroom), a girl with short red hair and glasses walked out, dressed in a pantsuit. Seeing the blond male, she frowns, adjusting her glasses. "Can I help you?" This was her role, that of the unfeeling, cold tsundere who wound up utterly bottoming in bed.
More gold. Gilgamesh found himself enamored with the room, appreciative of it's construction. A perfect place for him to take this woman, he figured. He gave Reiko much less scrutiny than he'd given the room, merely stepping forward silently and pushing her against the wall.
She was attractive enough, he supposed dismissively, though something had to be done about that outfit. And the hair. Only one woman had the right to either of those things, and this certainly wasn't her. "You may." Gilgamesh spoke as if it was a great honor, though he didn't do anything yet. He was curious to see how she'd react.
"Wh-what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Even as a blush crossed her face, she tried to wriggle free of his grasp, the wall digging into her shoulder blades. Her teeth grit as she tries to force his hands off her, glasses slipping down her nose slightly.
Perfect. He was strong enough to keep her in place, but she at least had a bit of fight to her. He leaned in to kiss at her neck, moving forward again to pin her against the wall with his body. That left his hands free to slip behind her, groping at her rear.
"You must know, woman. Even you can figure it out, can't you?"
"I n-never gave you permission to do this!" She still struggles between him and the wall, despite the way her breath hitches as he gropes at her firm ass. She has quite a body under those clothes, being the oldest. She just took various measures to hide it. As those lips meet her neck, she tries not to moan, biting her lip.
"Permission is something I don't need." He squeezed again, nipping and biting at her neck as he did. Those clothes were definitely a shame. Perhaps he could get her into something more suiting her position?
"And even if I did, the way you're trying not to moan like a whore is more than enough." Gilgamesh was perceptive, and Reiko wasn't doing a great job of hiding it to begin with. Instead of a squeeze, this time he gave her a hard swat.
Reiko cried out at that smack, and though her hands were at his shoulders, she was no longer pushing, but clinging, nails digging in slightly. "No... I-I'm not a whore...!" She pressed her thighs together, not giving him the satisfaction of spreading her legs.
"Then why are you clinging to me?" It was almost disappointing, how easily this woman bended. Of course she couldn't be blamed, he supposed. He was himself, among the greatest men to ever live. Almost any woman would want to be with him, no matter how strong-willed.
He forced her legs apart with his knee, giving another spank to try and get her to move against it. "A blind man could see that you want me. There is no point in denial, woman."
"I'm not!" As if his words gave her one last bit of resistance, she started to push him away again, even if it was futile. She tried to move away from that leg, but his spank spurred her forward, crotch rubbing into his thigh. "S-Stop...!"
"Hmph. I told you not to deny yourself." He spanked her again, harder this time, as he moved his leg against her. "So." And suddenly he stepped back, crossing his arms and letting her go completely free.
"Strip. And put on something suiting a whore. You must have clothing that does, right? You and I both know your nature." And then he tilted his head slightly, followed by a sudden laugh. "Unless you want me to leave and go to your sister, instead? She might be more willing to let me enjoy myself."
Reiko stiffened, his threat of going to her younger sisters enough to quell her remaining resistance. Soon enough, she was taking off her clothes, pantsuit slipping off her body. Surprisingly enough, quite the sight awaited him underneath, the lacy black undergarments hugging her chest and hips. Crotch of her panties was noticeably darker then the rest, taking away any illusions that she wasn't aroused.
It suited him best, of course. By mere right of his birth, all things in this world belonged to him, and that included the woman behind the door. The hint held the promise that she might be briefly amusing, and, of course, the handle was made of gold, as if it was made for him. Of course, in Gilgamesh's mind it absolutely was made for him.
So he threw the door open with some degree of grace, stepping into the room and waiting for the woman to approach him.
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She was attractive enough, he supposed dismissively, though something had to be done about that outfit. And the hair. Only one woman had the right to either of those things, and this certainly wasn't her. "You may." Gilgamesh spoke as if it was a great honor, though he didn't do anything yet. He was curious to see how she'd react.
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"You must know, woman. Even you can figure it out, can't you?"
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"And even if I did, the way you're trying not to moan like a whore is more than enough." Gilgamesh was perceptive, and Reiko wasn't doing a great job of hiding it to begin with. Instead of a squeeze, this time he gave her a hard swat.
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He forced her legs apart with his knee, giving another spank to try and get her to move against it. "A blind man could see that you want me. There is no point in denial, woman."
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"Strip. And put on something suiting a whore. You must have clothing that does, right? You and I both know your nature." And then he tilted his head slightly, followed by a sudden laugh. "Unless you want me to leave and go to your sister, instead? She might be more willing to let me enjoy myself."
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