No Event ☫☫☫ I don't even know AGAIN ☫☫☫ Bring your own aphro if you want
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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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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...except the suit was more like a shibari net, and it didn't cover her breasts. And when she began to flex and examine it further, she felt said clothes squeeze her breasts and dig into her. After a slight whimper, she exclaimed, "I-I'm going to go out in public like this?!"
This was nothing short of embarrassing. How could she cope?
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Question is, would the other something she wears be any better?
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"Oh, good! I would have taken it off if you weren't," he told her with a smile that despite being gentle was endlessly cruel. They both knew he wouldn't have, but this way he got to make a joke at her expense. Without giving her the time to object, he was already bringing out what would be covering her chest this evening. It was quite the piece of work-essentially a white 'H' shape, Asura's scarves put it on her in an instant. It covered her breasts well enough and hid the scarves that moved around her shoulders as well, but it exposed her navel and collar bones. And it was thin enough that her nipples would be easy to see through the fabric. From the front, it would impossible to see the bondage she was wrapped in, but looking down (or up) into the fabric would show it off.
In simple terms, if she wanted to keep it a secret just between the two of them, she'd have to pay attention the whole time.
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Not that it was going to do her any good, because if she made the wrong move, she'd turn herself on in public, and Asura could fuck her mind all he wanted, then take her to some barely-private venue an actually fuck her--wait, why was she getting turned on by this?! This was super embarrassing!
"You really do have twisted tastes," Konoka remarked. "The only reason I can appreciate it is because I'm a demon."
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"It's nothing to do with being a demon, it's just that you're a pervert." His lips pushed to the base of her neck, through her hair. He really enjoyed playing with her so much-it was half the fun, getting her worked up one way or another without her being able to resist.
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"S-still, where are we going?" Maybe keeping him on the subject of the date might help. Or it might fill her with more dread, one of the two.
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He gave her a moment or two to sort out her reaction, before he answered her question. "We're going dancing."
His little smile made it clear that he knew exactly what that meant.
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It was probably more telling that she was more horrified of his methods than what he was doing to her. "Th-that's... you're horrible!" Nothing but embarrassment in her voice. Drive herself into a crazy arousal by dancing? All sorts of horrible scenarios played out in her head. It reminded her of the time Eva enthralled her and screwed her right in public.
Anything to stop her from admitting that the idea turned her on as much as it horrified her.
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Asura's smile was incredibly smug and completely arrogant, even going so far as to tilt his and literally look down at her. He always enjoyed turning everything she said back at her. It really helped him feel more comfortable in a way, since she was thus not discerning much about his personality beyond his cruelty. For someone who was always so terrified of sharing anything of himself, that was a big bonus. "Mmm, really, what you're saying is that I should be as horrible as I can. Is that what you want? Because I can try harder."
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She mewled, and then her breath caught, because that very act caused the rope harness to dig into her.
She hadn't even been given shoes yet--whatever kind of heels she got would probably ride into her ass even more.
...this was going to be a very long night.
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With his wicked smirk still in place, Asura's reached into the many folds of his multiple layers, withdrawing a pair of shoes that were pushing the concept of a stiletto heel to the very limit, practically needle thin. His goal was to keep her off balance and thus force her to cling to him during the evening's festivities, just another addition to his numerous little touches. They were tossed at her feet, and he merely looked at her expectantly, wanting her to put them on herself.
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"H-how can I dance in these?" She said, barely able to keep her balance. Well, she could fly, but she wasn't sure she wanted her emerging wings to do any sort of damage (or cause the rope to turn her on even more).
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Just before she could possibly give an answer, he gave his own. "Puppets don't need anything to dance apart from someone to make them."
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But what now? Konoka was still helpless and frustrated, and as a result, simply sulked. She hoped he'd get moving so she could get this over with.
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