It was punishment. She wasn't allowed to express her pleasure, because she was furniture, and she'd writhe under his hands even though her lips were sealed. She had done wrong to her owner—

Although she wasn't his at the time.

It wasn't punishment after all, was it?

It was revenge.

"A- Ah...!"

"Hm? What was that?"

She couldn't help it— he had moved one of the many toys inside her so it would suddenly rub that spot...! How was she supposed to...!

... No. She was furniture. His furniture: she couldn't fight back. Beato only begged with her eyes, but he didn't budge, grinning in a way she knew too well.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet? You damned witch."

"Fuah... Hah!"

Her body was covered in his fluids and his scent— She had been used more times than she could count. Even then he was using his own juice as lubricant, the vibrators inside her sliding obscenely easy, wet sounds increasing her desire for more. She wasn't allowed release, something her body had been screaming for the longest time now, since he had made her submit for the first time.

Torture, you could call it. Beato didn't allow herself to complain, because, although with different methods, she had tortured him in the past: Keeping him on edge, gasping and silently begging for her body.

"You are too twisted." He slapped her butt cheek, and slapped again after her surprised cry. "What did I tell you? Damn it, it sure is taking me long to train you..."

Oh, how many snarky replies did she have in mind...

And Battler knew, and laughed just to provoke her. He had to savor it— How long would he have to wait for another chance to make her submit? Even then, lying on the bed like a doll, she had some sort of control over him, because he wanted to make her his over and over again, he wanted to taste her creamy breasts and feel her firm legs around his waist.

And there he was hard again, pleased and frustrated.

He was the Golden Sorcerer. Yet Beato still controlled his body as she pleased.

She sighed when the toys inside her disappeared, relief soon replaced by twisted excitement. The feeling of him slipping inside her was too familiar, but no less amazing, and Battler pretended not to notice her lips opening in a thankful gasp.

What a terrible master he was.

"You... How much are you enjoying this, you insane bitch...?" Battler kissed her dirty lips, and Beato's eyes remained dead. "You... damned..." The sorcerer started losing control again, his entire body shaking. Stupid humans, Beato thought, so weak they couldn't take her endless passion. "Beato, Beato..."

She smiled for him and understood his order, shaky hands making their way to his red hair and pulling. She wasn't furniture anymore and was allowed to smile dirtily, use her voice to please him and release together with him, both breathing their names into each other's mouths.

"Battler... you really are lousy, you know..." He plopped by her side on the bed, a goofy grin on his face. "What kind of master begs his furniture for attention...?"

"Shut up, I don't care... Next time... next time I'll be good, ok?"

"Fufu~. Next time~?"

"Yup. Next time."

And Beato laughed: Sure, sure, she'd give him a second chance.

Out of pity of course.

Of course.