Evy got out of her bath at around 11:30 p.m. She put on Hiten's horai and walked into Hiten's and her room harmlessly. She looked up to see that he was sitting on the foot of the bed, smirking his usual sexy smirk. His hair wasn't braided, but free, all over his back and shoulders. He also had on no shirt, revealing his perfectly toned and strong muscles. He looked so devilish and handsome, about tenfold more than he already did with braided hair and shirt. She looked away, blushed, bit her bottom lip, and twirled her hair around a finger.

"Hey you! Get over here so you can braid my hair," he said, licking his lips.

She groaned to herself and walked to him. Before she could start climbing behind him to start braiding, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Braid it right, got it? You do it wrong and you're... well... let's just say you're in trouble," he said, sliding his hands down to her butt.

She blushed and gasped as he let her go. She put one leg on the side of his, then swung her other leg onto the other side, letting him position himself between her legs. He wrapped each of his strong arms around each of her delicate legs and sat back to relax on her. She proceeded to braid his hair in 4 short minutes. After that, he turned around to face her while still between her legs. He licked his lips as he looked her up and down. He thought she looked sultry in his shirt. He noticed that her huge breasts were almost blown up under it and were pushed together, so the loose opening at the top gave him a pleasing view of them. The horai also did a horrible job of covering her behind. When she stood up, it was long enough to cover her, but when she sat down... he would have a view more than pleasing to the eye! When he looked back at her face, he noticed that she was smiling at him.

"Every time I see you, you're smiling. Why are you always so happy..." he paused and put his fingers on the tender flesh between her legs, "and damp?"

She moaned quietly at his touch, then said, "You make me so sick, you pervert."

He laughed at this. "I never said you couldn't be honest. But the truth is, you like this."

"The truth is, I have a husband who's looking for me, so of course I'll never, ever marry you," she stated smugly.

He did not like this. He grabbed her by the arms and pushed her roughly onto the bed. Evy attempted to scurry away, but he had her ankle in hand.

"Your so-called husband is no threat to me," he seethed, "You will be mine, whether you're already married or not!"

"That's absurd!" Evy whimpered, "I'm married, I have a child, a daughter, and I'm not going to throw that away!"

"You will unless you want them dead."

Evy froze. She was shaking like she was in below freezing weather. Even though she despised the fact that she was being forced to marry, she had to if she wanted her husband and daughter to be safe. This demon was ruthless, she knew, and he would kill them both without any second thought.

"Leave them out of this," she pleaded, now crying.

"Sure," he said cordially, "I'll do that, right after you vow to marry me..."

Evy shook her head. She wasn't going to do that. Hiten did the same, and released her ankle. Evy took this chance to scramble to the headboard of the bed, finding comfort in a large pillow. He just stared at her, his face emotionless. She couldn't read how his attitude was now.

"I knew you wouldn't do it," he said, pulling a vial with a strange pink liquid in it, "That's why I have this."

Evy looked scared, scared of knowing what that was. "What i-is that?" she asked.

"This is a potion that will make you fall in love with the first man who kisses you after you drink it. Of course there are other potions mixed in as well," he looked at the writing on the vial, "50 love, 35 lust, 10 passion, and 5 desperation... that means that if you're away from me for too long, you'll want me more than life when you see me again."

"You're sick!" Evy screamed, and she jumped out of bed. She attempted to run to the door of the closet so she could lock herself inside, but she slipped on a sheet. Her knee hit the floor hard, and she yelped in pain. When she saw him coming toward her, she tried to drag herself away on the floor, but her caught her leg and pulled her onto her back.

With swift movement, he pinned her down by her wrists, opened the vial, and emptied it into her mouth. She was screaming for someone to help her, but she stopped once the potion completely ran down her throat. It was already down to her stomach, where it began to work. He then lowered his head and kissed her fully on the lips, sealing the potion's ultimate purpose.

Then, she stopped squirming. Her eyes held innocence, and her features held peace. He let go of her wrists, and rose from on top of her. She looked after him, and sat up, as if nothing had happened. He smiled.

"Why am I on the floor?" she asked timidly.

"Oh," he answered kindly, "I'll help you up."

She took his outstretched hand. "Thank you."

"Of course. You are the woman who has always loved me unconditionally."

Evy smiled, and hugged him. "I love you so much."

He hugged her back, and then parted, still holding her hands. "We are to be married soon."

"I know, and it's so exciting!" she said, hopping up and down. He looked at her pensively, and she stopped hopping, concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Well," he started, and held her close, "I really wouldn't mind if- never mind. It's ridiculous."

He let go of her hands and began to walk away, pretending to be disappointed. And, just like he wanted, Evy stopped him frantically.

"If what? Tell me, darling," she asked him, looking into his eyes.

He held her around her waist. "I wanted to christen our bed before we were married... it was what I wanted since the engagement."

Evy's eyes lit up, she took his hand, and quickly led him to their premarital room, eager to fulfill his desires.