Chapter 12: Being a Beast Is Still Better
"Fellatio? What's that supposed to mean…?"
Takumi said the word in English this time, pronouncing it slowly and clearly with a slight grin, like he was teaching her some fancy foreign vocabulary. Nao blinked, tilting her head slightly. The word sounded vaguely familiar—like something she might've heard in an English class or maybe in some shady online video—but she couldn't quite place it. Her English wasn't bad, but sex terms? Not exactly on the curriculum.
Knowing the English alone probably wouldn't click right away, and enjoying the tiny moment of innocent confusion on her face, Takumi leaned in closer and delivered the killing blow in perfect, casual Japanese:
"Ferachio."
"No way! That kind of thing…"
Nao's face turned bright red. For the first time she realized that the supposedly elegant Japanese language actually contained such shameless vocabulary. Forget about her being a virgin—even people with experience normally wouldn't do something like this, right? Takumi coughed awkwardly. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that collecting magical power required all three steps, he wouldn't have made such a request either. This felt even more evil than just straight-up doing it.
"You already forgot the promise you just made?"
"But… but I don't know how to do that kind of thing…"
"It's fine. Think of it like licking a lollipop. Mm, except you can't actually bite it. Just use your tongue."
Takumi tried explaining with the knowledge he'd gained from watching adult anime. Nao's face immediately filled with disgust and panic.
"No way! I'm not licking something that dirty!"
Takumi's own face burned fiercely, but he forced himself to sound firm.
"In that case, I'll wait until you've thought it over properly before coming back."
Saying so, he turned to leave the secret room.
"Wait! Don't—don't leave me alone in here again! I… I'll do it…"
Being locked alone in a secret room, hearing nothing but your own breathing, shackled so you can't even move—it was honestly more terrifying than any torture. After her initial stubborn resistance, Nao was left with only the deep, helpless realization that she was the fish on the chopping board. Takumi froze.
"You're really agreeing?"
The girl could only nod powerlessly. Silent tears of humiliation slid down her cheeks. Seeing that, Takumi's heart suddenly ached. A thought flashed through his mind—what if it were his little sister being treated this way by someone? He'd probably lose his mind. He'd definitely slaughter the guy's entire family, cut him into pieces slowly… Thinking like that, the evil excitement in his chest gradually cooled. But if he backed out now after pushing things this far, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
Takumi paced back and forth in the secret room for a while, visibly struggling. After crying for a bit, Nao noticed he wasn't eagerly rushing to violate her. She raised her head. Under the dim light she could see the conflict on his face—he seemed to be engaged in some intense internal battle. She genuinely didn't know what to say anymore. What exactly was this pervert hesitating about? Afraid she'd bite it off in revenge when the time came?
"Wait here a moment. I'll be right back."
Takumi left the secret room again and returned to the real world. He sat dazed in front of the computer for a while, then finally made up his mind. He dug out clean clothes from the closet, went downstairs, and took a full shower. Half an hour later he emerged looking completely refreshed. He tossed the dirty clothes into the washing machine on auto.
Down in the living room, his tyrannical little sister was hugging a pillow and watching TV. Seeing him, she raised an eyebrow.
"Going on a date? Suddenly washing yourself sparkling clean and dressing up all proper?"
Takumi's face reddened. He coughed.
"Your Imperial Brother is still a handsome guy, you know. 173 cm tall, inherited six-tenths of Mom's beauty and four-tenths of Dad's handsomeness. If I actually bother to dress up properly, I've got plenty of female appeal."
"Yeees, yeees. My Imperial Brother is just like a firefly in the dark night, a golden dung beetle in the fields—so dazzling, so outstanding. Especially those melancholic eyes and that messy hairstyle…"
At this point she burst into giggles. Takumi's hair was actually quite long; when combed properly it gave off a bit of an artistic vibe. Combined with his tall, slender frame, calling him handsome wasn't just self-praise. He was just too lazy to ever care about his appearance, which was why he usually went unnoticed. After laughing her fill, his sister continued:
"I just asked if you were going on a date and you didn't deny it. Wait—is it actually true?"
"That's… a secret."
Takumi smiled and headed upstairs. His sister huffed.
"Trying to act all mysterious with your own Imperial Sister? What kind of poor girl would fall for you? She seriously needs to get her eyes checked."
Even though she said that, her mood suddenly turned irritable. She lost interest in the TV, turned it off, went back to her room, shut the door, opened her laptop, powered it on, and logged into LINE.
"Even if I have to become a beast… it's still better than being lower than a beast."
Takumi took a deep breath, sat in front of the computer, and clicked back into the world of Kankin Shoujo [Re:Union].
"You… came back."
After waiting in anxious, uneasy suspense, the imprisoned girl Nao felt genuine relief the moment she saw Takumi appear again. She had truly been terrified he would leave her alone for hours more—she would have broken down. Very quickly, though, she noticed something different about him.
Was this really the same messy, unkempt, gloomy shut-in? Among high school boys he was actually quite tall. Now he wore a clean white shirt. While there wasn't much visible muscle, he gave off a healthy aura. His arms were noticeably stronger than the rest of him, looking powerful, yet his fingers were slender and pale like a pianist's—clearly untouched by any manual labor.
But the most captivating thing was his eyes. Previously hidden behind bangs, now she could see them clearly: pure black like polished obsidian. Most Asians have brown pupils, but his were jet black, as if carrying the purest lineage of some ancient bloodline.
"You… are you Kouichi?"
The girl could hardly believe it. The wicked, perverted shut-in was actually this handsome? The contrast was overwhelming. Especially those eyes—they seemed to possess the legendary demonic charm. Takumi showed his teeth in a grin, very satisfied with her reaction.
The Demon Imprint really was amazing. He had dumped all three remaining points of magical power into the most elusive attribute: charisma. It made his eyes appear almost magical.
For a girl whose psychological defenses had already been completely shattered by imprisonment, this effect was doubled—like the suspension bridge effect. A strange feeling of love-at-first-sight welled up inside Nao. Even though she was being forcibly confined… she found she could accept it.
Takumi stepped closer, gently lifted her chin with his fingers, making her look straight into his eyes. Under her fragile mental state, the magical power reached its peak effect. Her face flushed crimson, heart pounding like a frightened deer.
He spoke. His voice, amplified by magic, carried a deep magnetic charm.
"Nao… I know my methods have been extreme, but I really do like you. Become my woman. Once your body and heart completely submit to me, I'll set you free. After that… we can date normally like ordinary boy and girl, okay?"
"…Okay…"
The girl's eyes glazed over in a intoxicated daze. Her whole body felt like it was melting. Takumi smiled—an evil, bewitching smile enhanced by the magic. Slowly, gently, he began peeling off her white blouse, then her tennis miniskirt. Her beautiful, youthful yet undeniably erotic body was exposed to the air.
His trembling hand reached out and touched her. Smooth, silky skin. It felt like sticking your hand out the window of a speeding car and feeling the rushing wind pressure. Like a freshly steamed nikuman—soft, white, and warmly steaming. Nao let out a soft moan and collapsed powerlessly against Takumi's chest.
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