And It's Kind Of Hot, If You Asked Me

"Let's prove it then."

Did you think I was bluffing here? Of course not, you fool.

To be fairly honest, I just wanted to know how far she was willing to go for me—especially for something I’ve had inside of me, and why it mattered the most. But she never once seemed to care. The more I tried to get closer, toying with her vulnerable feelings, the more she guarded herself.

And the more she considered me as nothing but a threat for her power.

But why? As for that, I have had no idea. Hence then... I was going to discover her reason.

As soon as possible.

"Prove what? Don’t even think about playing a trick behind my back. Just tell me."

So, she didn’t get it at all. Perfect.

Apparently, she never let her guard down, let alone giving me any chance for an open-handed negotiation. Even gentle persuasion probably wouldn’t work here at all.

Still, I was willing to sacrifice even my beautiful body to reveal everything about her.

Even when it would have destroyed me in the end. Because it's not that I cared either.

Again, it's all or nothing when it comes to approach.

So, time to come up with something a lot more different than before.

"Well, since you agreed to the deal… why don’t we talk first, Your Highness?"

Yes. That was it. 

It's time.

For pulling the final string.

And If I could catch her off the guard—especially with something of move that I’d never do to anyone else—maybe she would finally trust me and therefore gain this final step.

Maybe. Maybe not.

 After all, she was still human.

No matter how monstrous she might sound to others… even to me.

Her reaction to “let’s talk it together” was a pair of eyes blazing with bewilderment and condescension. That piercing, condescending glare more less informed me that she saw me as nothing more than a mere lowly creature, even when I touched her body gracefully.

And it's kind of hot, if you asked me. And no, it's not that I'm into her, you know.

I’m not really gay for her, after all.

So, shut it. Will ya?

"You force your way into a bargain, and now you beg for civility? Pathetic. You think your embarassing death earned you leverage? How hilarious. You’re less than the dirt I scrape from my shoes."

There you go. A yapping session.

And I knew after this, she wouldn’t stop talking. So, let’s hear it.

"No wonder you were sent here after that ridiculous death of yours, bahahaha! You’re nothing more than filthy garbage, worth less than even my other victims. By the strata of my own hierarchy, you are the lowest of the low."

Alright. Enough with this kind of belittlement.

I held her hands, then slid up to her shoulder.

"What are you going to do now, you filthy human?"

I ignored the insult. Instead, I taught her a lesson she would never forget.

"Let’s dance."

I trailed her hands, moving like a professional.
Well, it’s not as if I never learned how to dance before.

But for how or when, let's just zip it for now.

It's not that important for this story at all.

"Stop!"

After all of that insult and she asked me to stop? How ridiculous.

"No. Never."

[DO YOU WANT ME TO PLAY SOME MUSIC?]

Oh, here it is. Just when I never asked for it at all.

That panel came at the perfect time.
I’d been wondering where it had gone before. No, I couldn’t care less—but maybe it had been too afraid to show up until now.

"Alright, go ahead."

[CLASSIC MUSIC IS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND]

[ENJOY YOUR LAST DANCE, YUI KATAGIRI]

"I will."

Yes, it would obviously be the last dance of mine. And the system recognized that very well.

I tapped my feet, moving like a swan, then chased her with each step for the thrill and pleasure.
Every step, every twirl, pulled her closer to where I wanted her. Breathless. Vulnerable. Waiting for the inevitable.

Yes, that was the plan. 

Why else would I be stalling the negotiation like this? A kiss would give me the advantage.

"Don’t think I’m dumb enough not to understand all of this, you filthy human."

Sigh. This woman...

At the very least, since we’re on equal terms now, you could just call me by my name.

The rhythm sped up, and I moved faster. I swung her around, my grip unrelenting, making an impeccable move that would have bewildered any audience—had they been here to witness this strange concert.

"Oh yeah? Is this all you’ve got, Your… Majesty?"
"Stop calling me that to insult me."

Not until you give up and let me kiss you, Clarisse my dear.

The music stopped, leaving us in a final, delicious pose.

And then... to pull the last string, I grabbed her wrist and let her body fall gracefully, face tilted upward to the sky. Dark and infinite.

 Breathless. Vulnerable.

She couldn’t take it anymore.
Too tired to speak. Her body collapsed beautifully.

And my, my… her sweat smelled divine.
What fragrance made her this tempting? Should I give it a taste?

I wanted to devour her. Right here, right now.

"Okay, you win. Are you happy now?"

Hah. Do you really think I’d be happy with just winning? I wanted more.

I leaned in, smelling her armpit. Weird fetish, I know.

"Hey, stop. You aren’t even allowed to do that without my permission!"

I licked the sweat. Her delicious, salty sweat.

Her sweat clung to my lips. A taste of salt, of life. I could almost believe I was drinking her soul.

"Now, you’ve gone too far!"

Not far enough. Not yet. 

"We’ve only just begun, Milady."

Her protest melted into bemoaning. Perhaps she couldn’t resist my movements across her body. And truthfully, I couldn’t resist her scent either. It stung to my nose deeply, after all.

"Aren’t you a cannibal yourself? I thought you were going to eat me."

Now, what do you want to say next, Clarisse von Fahrmann?