In his entire life, something which had lasted for over eight hundred years, Asura had never been on a single date. His paranoia and cowardice simply didn't allow him to. The absolute terror of being turned down prevented him from attempting to ask a girl soon turned in his twisted mind to contempt at a rejection that hadn't even happened. It was
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"You look great, Asura." He was her date; she wasn't going to make fun of him, because that would be mean. Besides, he thought he looked good, and she could tell just by his face. That was all that mattered.
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"Mmm, but it's not comparable to you," he added once his analysis was complete. Without any regards to boundaries or personal space, he extended one of his thin arms to take some of her hair between his fingers, feeling the texture with a thumb. "You should wear your hair like this more often. Although, that might make it less special..."
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"You're such a good girl."
In truth, her doting nature was one of the key reasons he chose her, a step above her attractive appearance. He always felt more comfortable in a position of control, and with Rise so eager to please it was practically guaranteed. "But you should just be yourself, okay?"
Of course, he mostly said that just to keep her sweet...But a little bit of him meant it.
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Of course she had to volunteer to help Asura with his dating problems! It was a great idea, right (and no, she didn't think it was impossible to get someone to date even him)? Except Asura found HER to be the solution to his problems. And now for all her effort, she was nicely tied to a chair, stripped down just to her panties. No amount of struggling would get her free, and dammit, she should really stop getting turned on by being tied up in any circumstance. She was thankful he didn't gag her and make the drool awfully apparent.
Asura also had "nice clothes" for her to wear to the date. She knew his definition of "nice clothes".
This was not going to end well. Mentally, anyway.
((Comedic mindfuck and your favorites are good to go! I dunno what's going on honestly))
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"Ke-ke-ke, I'm such a ditz sometimes," he told Konoka in passing as he wandered into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. He had an exceptionally casual air about his kidnapping, and honestly didn't really thing it was anything weird. This was just how he was showing his affection for her pet. "Anyway, sorry about taking so long." He had gone on his little trip to gather his idea of nice clothes, but in natural Asura fashion they were wonderfully concealed somewhere on his person, to keep her in suspense.
"Ah, hold on...This is kind of embarrassing, but since this is my first date I don't know...Is it okay to greet you with a kiss?" It didn't seem strange to Asura to be asking that whilst standing over her stripped down to the barest essentials and tied down, and his tone was simply cheerfully curious.
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She's not sure how much she's going to like those clothes.
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It didn't last long, and as his hands trailed away he let them brush over her neck and shoulders, cool finger tips tracing the shape he had long since memorized. "Now, lets get you dressed." With just a thought, her legs were no longer bound to the chair. "Lift a leg up."
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Like hell she was going to just sit and wait for some perverted creep to walk in and see her naked. Luckily the hotel had left her with something to wear. A red dress much like the one she usually wore back in her own world. She got up from the bed and threw it on.
Now it was time to find out who was responsible for this mess. She ran over to the door when she heard a knock and threw the door open. She stared up at the strange person for a second or two, deciding to throw on that fake innocent act that she was so good at playing. "E-Excuse me, Mister, but who are you and where am I?"
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"Ah, a new comer, huh?" The Kishin spoke in his oddly soft and sweet ones, a smooth way of talking that belied his absolutely insane true nature. "Welcome to the Love Hotel-as for me, I am The Kishin." He tended to introduce himself by his title, 'Demon God.' It was a good title, he thought. "Anyway, don't worry about it. Since I'm taking you on a date, I'll take care of you."
It seemed completely natural to the demonic god to move straight from arrival, to introduction, to abduction.
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He decided not to explain the intricacies of the hotel's workings yet. The demon was just more interested in the his idea of a date right now, and she could get the information from anywhere. He might spring it on her later, but for now-dating was on his mind. "Anyway, it's fine, it's fine. You're really cute, so you'll do fine."
He delivered the compliment as casually as he would mention the weather, effortlessly and without any real importance to it, like it was obvious. Despite that, he was perfectly happy to force her to as he wanted. Even if her abilities did function perfectly, the Kishin was practically indestructible. Although she might make him mad by ruining his carefully chosen clothes. "But we might have to get you into something more appropriate."
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