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"Ugh? Where am I?" The boy asked while holding his forehead in pain.
"If I say my room, will you freak out?" I snickered while stirring the pot and not looking around.
Right now, I was using my utmost concentration on creating good food for once, a skill I would definitely need if I were to pursue Rose in the future due to her extravagant dietary habits... Cough Cough.
"What is that? It smells good" The boy smiled before what I had just said finally sunk in.
'I am in a girl's room!' He shouted in his mind before panicking outwardly before looking around to find the best and fastest way of escape.
"Don't try to run. My prey always make good soup, I wonder how you will taste..." I grinned behind my mask, but my happiness was his terror.
I could visibly see his face lose enough color in such a small amount of time that I would have thought he was a zombie, or maybe even a corpse if I had seen him for the first time. Others would have probably thought he was a ghost, but ghosts? Really?
'Am I doing it right?' I inwardly asked
[Well, I think it is edible? Failure makes perfect, right? (҂◡̀_◡́)ᕤ]
'First off, it is a practice that makes perfect, not failure. Secondly, please stop using emojis. It makes me uncomfortable when something like you uses them'
[You are going to make me cry ● ﹏ ●]
'Stop...' I inwardly cringed
[o͡͡͡͡͡͡╮༼;´༎ຶ.̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̨̨̨̨̨̨̨.̸̸̨̨ ༎ຶ༽╭o͡͡͡͡͡͡]
'oh god... If you stop I'll give you something!'
[I'm listening... (༎ຶ¬༎ຶ)]
'I'll give you a really shitty name...'
[You aren't giving me anything (༎ຶ¬༎ຶ)]
'If you dare start crying...'
[Okay okay! I am sorry.]
"Alright boy!" I shouted, making him freeze as he was about to jump out of the window while trying to test his luck on how far he can run before I would see him. Of course, he didn't even get past the window frame.
"Take this" I passed him a bowl of soup while shoving him to sit down on the bed. At the same time, I moved my hand and reached out for one of the chairs a few meters away. In an instant, it flew towards me allowing me to catch, spin it and allow it to land facing the boy.
I finally sat down before crossing my legs and laying my hands on the knee of the leg that was on top. I then looked into his eyes and asked once again the same question I asked 2 hours and a half ago.
"What is your name?"
"Uh... Z-Zaji" Zaji looked down at his bowl with a horrified expression. The only thing that went through his mind was the questions of-
'Is this soup made out of what was left of her victims'
'Was he about to drink other people?'
'Was she actually a demon'
'Will he one day be presented as soup to another victim'
Seeing his horrified expression, I could not help but laugh heartily.
"Don't worry, that soup is not made out of people I preyed on"
I could hear an audible sigh of relief, making me ask myself why he decided to trust me so easily.
[Oh, by the way]
'Yeah?'
[Your new compulsion skill will just be classified under -Eyes of vanity-]
'Oh, thanks?'
"Anyway, can you tell me something about this guy I killed?" I asked as I watched him hesitatingly taking a sip from the spoon. However, the next second his eyes widened in surprise while a satisfied smile grew across his face.
"Don't wanna repeat myself" I narrowed my eyes causing his smile to freeze while the hairs at the back of his neck quivered slightly.
"I-I told you e-everything about him already" Zaji stammered
"Well, I need more" I uncrossed my legs and stood up from my chair. However, I kept my left arm right under my breasts while the elbow of my right arm stood supported by my forearm.
"I really don't know anything!" The boy tried to inch away, however, under my threatening gaze, not even a lighting mage like him could move.
I walked forwards allowing me to finally tower over him. The instant I was in the position though, I leaned forwards and caressed his face. I could feel as his face gained heat while it simultaneously become redder and redder as I closed in.
Eventually, when I was near his ear I whispered-
"I wonder if I were to slap you, would you turn into paste?" a terrifying killing intent surged out of my body while wrapping around him. Surprisingly, he did not wet himself, yet his current condition was not far from it. He simply lay on the bed shivering in fright while constantly repeating the same words.
"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!"
At the same time, I heard the clicking of the front door as a girl with twin tails ran into the room.
The moment she looked towards me, however, she froze and went into a daze. From her perspective what she was seeing right now was her comrade inching closer and closer to an innocent boy who lay on her bed screaming and pleading for forgiveness.
The misunderstanding only grew larger as she spotted one of his legs between my thighs as I towered over him like an overbearing figure.
According to her, Pale + Sweat + Femdom Position = Smut.
'To think she would be a demon in bed too...' she could not help but think, however, she snapped out of it quickly before more 'rational' thoughts flowed through her mind.
'Did she have *it* until he became this traumatized? Poor child... NO! I must save him from this demon'
At the same instant, I watched as her eyes went from confusion, sympathy, and then determination.
'I think she has the wrong idea about something...'
[Really? Because to me, it looked like you played him into his trauma-induced state]
'...'
[...]
'Ah... That would be a logical conclusion from the current scene, right?'
[After this session, make sure we book a few therapy lessons]
'For him? Why'
[For you....]