Akira tossed Ayame onto the center of the plush guest bed. She bounced once against the mattress, her body immediately curling into a tight, trembling ball. She gripped her thighs, her knuckles turning white as she let out a high, ragged whine.
"My skin is on fire," Ayame sobbed, tossing her head from side to side. "Make it stop. God, please, make it stop."
"He isn't here, Ayame," Akira said. He stood at the edge of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "Only I am."
"I can't... I can't take this..."
"Ai," Akira muttered under his breath. "Run a full Lust Scan. Show me exactly how to break an exorcist."
The blue interface flashed into existence, hovering over Ayame's writhing form.
[LUST SCAN ACTIVATED (LVL 2)]
[TARGET: AYAME SHINOMIYA]
[SURFACE EMOTION: TERROR, OVERWHELMING AROUSAL, RELIGIOUS GUILT]
[DEEPER DESIRE: WANTS TO BE STRIPPED OF ALL RESPONSIBILITY AND CONTROL]
