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I woke up on the floor of the music room. I was fully clothed. The music sheet was put away. But, thankfully, Ayato was nowhere to be seen. I stood, but immediately fell back down. My legs were weak and my neck was sore. Not just from Ayato's multiple feedings, but from him almost crushing my windpipe. I laid onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. Maybe if I slept, I'd gain my energy.
"Hah? Are you copying me now?" I opened my eyes. Shu crouched at my side, looking down at me.
"Loud. Annoying," I mimicked. He stood up to leave. "Wait, Shu, wait!" I waved my arms. "I can't get to my room."
"How does that involve me?" He asked, turning around and leaning on the wall.
"Well, um. Could you please help me?" I sat up. "Ayato. He drank too much. I think."
"Uhg. Bothersome." He looked up, closed his eyes, sighed. Then after a few seconds, looked back down at me. "Okay." He walked over to me and put out both hands. "Grab."
"Un, thank you, Shu." I held his hands and he pulled me up. And then he grabbed my waist. "Ah, wait," and pulled me over his shoulder. "Shu!" One arm steadied me at my waist. The other, he placed high up on my thigh, almost at my bottom.
"Huh? Did you not want my help? I can leave…" His hand squeezed the back of my thigh gently.
"No, don't leave me here." I panicked. I couldn't just sleep on the floor all day. I needed proper rest.
"Watch your head." He ducked under the doorway and carried me through the hallway. His hand inched upwards under my dress. His thumb traced along the outline of my underwear.
"Shu…" I fidgeted.
"Insolent," he groaned. "You'll fall. Stay still." He brought his hand upwards again, now cupping my butt fully. I heard him chuckle softly. "Why are you wiggling? Just let me carry you."
"I- I think I can walk this far," I lied. "You can let me down now."
"Hmm." His hand squeezed me. "But you're too weak."
"No, no, I'm fine."
"We can't let our oh so precious blood bag faint so much," Shu muttered. He tugged at the elastic of my panties. "Were you hoping someone would see your underwear?"
"What? No! W-why?"
"Unnecessarily lacy. It's perverted." He brushed his fingers over the lace.
"S-stop, Shu. It's just what I had." I kicked my leg up.
"Ah, hey. I'll drop you," he warned. I stopped. He slid his fingers under the lace. "You wore these expecting this sort of reaction, huh?" he continued. I just grumbled. There was nothing I could do until we got to my room. He stopped walking for a second. "Can't even deny it. Cheap and easy girl. Your timing, being in that room. I bet you were stalking me. Just waiting for me to grab you." His thumb brushed back and forth over my bare skin. He looked around before walking again.
"Shu…"
"Hah?" He stopped again. "Hm…"
"Shu, you can't be lost."
"Loud. Dis… tracting. Huh." He turned around and headed the way we came. "I hate this place," he muttered. He lifted me off of his shoulder and placed me back onto the floor, now in a hallway. "Sit. Stay," he ordered, holding a finger out.
"I'm not a dog!" I kicked my feet.
"No. You're a 'kitten,' huh?" He sat next to me. "Ahhh, this is too much work. I'm so tired. Just sleep here."
"I'm not a kitten either. I'm a human. And I need proper sleep." Shu didn't answer. He just closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the wall. We sat in silence. Eventually, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to get some lingering questions answered. "Hey, Shu?" He didn't make a noise, but he tilted his head away from me. I continued, "You said the other day that you all had different mothers. But, that's not true, is it?" Shu's hand flinched. It was so quick I thought I imagined it. "You and Reiji have… or had the same mother. Laito mentioned it."
Shu turned his head and looked at me. "I didn't think it was important. At the time. Be quiet. Sleep," he sighed, effectively ending my questions.
I stood up, leaning onto the wall. "I'll just find the way myself." I looked left, then right. Each way looked the same. Right. I'd go right and just follow the wall. Easy. I took one step and the hallways became a vortex of color. "Uwwahh," I put both hands to the wall.
"Pathetic," Shu remarked. He tugged at my dress, effectively bringing me back down to the floor. I fell into his lap. Shu moved my hair from my neck, revealing multiple bite marks. "All of these were from Ayato, huh?" I nodded. His hand brushed my hair to the other side. "But this side is bare," he mumbled.
"Yeah, but- ah!" He licked the length of my neck and planted a kiss at the end. "Don't, I'll faint!"
"I just want to taste. I won't bite." He gave another broad lick. "Maybe," he finished. He ran his fingers through my hair, letting his other hand reach around me. "Didn't you want to show off your underwear, perverted girl?" He started lifting my dress.
"I didn't!" I tried standing, but my legs couldn't support my weight.
"Hmm." He bunched my dress up above my chest. "More marks," he pointed at Ayato's 'stamps.' "Still Ayato?" I nodded. "Annoying." He again licked my neck, leaving kisses up to my ear.
"Sh-Shu, stop." I reached up to pull my dress down, but he pulled it tightly and tied it into a loose knot behind me. He grabbed my hands in each of his, entwining his fingers with mine.
"Don't you like when men touch you?" Shu breathed into my ear. I shook my head. "Don't lie. Every time I see you, there's new marks." He placed my hands at my chest.
My face heated up. "Wha? Um, don't."
"I won't touch you. You're just food," he said, too closely to my ear. My heart pounded. He slipped my hands under my bra and squeezed, forcing me to feel my own chest. I had already been dizzy, but now it was hard to even sit up straight. "Dirty," he commented, I'm sure after noticing that my heartbeat was quickening. He spread my hands flat, then squeezed again. "What sort of girl plays with herself in front of a man," he whispered. He kissed my ear and purposely breathed into it, sending a light chill across my skin. "This sort of thing," he added, "gets you hot and bothered."
"Ha, n- no."
"What perverted sounds." He slid one of my hands down the length of my stomach. "Your skin is hot. What about down here, Yui?" He lightly bit my neck, not making any punctures and then licked it sweetly. All the while, he pulled my hand down, over my panties. "Huh, I can't feel it. Are you hot down there, too?"
"Wh- what, of course not," I whimpered. He couldn't feel it, but I could. He had me squeeze my breast again and pushed my finger against my underwear. "Shu, that's enough. I need to rest."
"Hm, can you stand?" Shu asked, pressing my finger again against me. He moved my finger in a circular motion. My body flinched and my hips involuntarily pressed myself further against it.
"No, but if I rest-"
"Just stay here, then. Girls like you crave attention," he let go of my hand that covered my breast and tilted my chin towards him. He licked my lips. "It's bothersome," he continued. He kissed my lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. His tongue glided across mine for just a second and he pulled away. "But they might... get too much attention from others. If I don't properly attend to them." He let me move my other hand away and replaced it with his own. He gave out a low chuckle and slipped his finger under the lace. "And they lie about being wet…"
"Uhn, Shu," the hallway lights turned into dancing waves. Shu slid my underwear off. "Wait, ah," I felt his tongue against my neck again. And another soft bite, but a little harder this time. Almost breaking skin. His fingers caressed me, gliding over a sensitive area. I flinched backwards at his touch, pressing against his lap.
"Hn," Shu whimpered against my ear. A noise I hadn't heard from him and was surprised to hear. I felt a heat against the small of my back. After he pretended to play it so cool. Pretending I was the only perverted one. His hand left my chin and he started fumbling behind me with his buckle.
"Wai- wait," I yelped.
"Shut up," he hushed. "I'm just seeing," he released the buckle and started working on the button, "if this blood bag," and then his zipper, "has some other uses."
"No, Shu, we ca-" His other hand covered my mouth.
"Too loud," he muttered. He slid his clothing down and placed my legs on top of his, causing them to spread.
Don't look, don't look. I squeezed my eyes shut. "Hmmph, hrm," I yelled against his hand. He forced two fingers into my mouth. He rubbed them against my tongue. They were wet.
"How do you taste? Is it better than blood?" he asked. All I could do was make noises. He lifted me up using his free hand. And I felt his warmth against me. He grabbed my wrists with one hand before I could think to hit him or stop what was going to happen from happening. He continued rubbing his fingers against my tongue, spreading my wetness across my mouth.
"Hah, fuck," Shu groaned as he lifted his hips. It hurt as he entered me. It hurt, but. Not as much as biting. Shu slowly filled me. It stung, but it was nothing to fangs. His fingers went deeper into my mouth, probably because he was distracted. He spread my legs wider with his, leaving more room for movement.
Don't look, don't look. I didn't want to know how I looked at that moment. And I didn't want to see Shu's face. Or for him to see mine. I'm sure, because of his fingers, I was drooling. And though I felt a little pain, I also felt a lot of… something. An itch. And static. And heat. Shu was grabbing my wrists too tightly. My hands started feeling numb. And his moans were right against my ear, sending chill after chill down my body.
He must have realized that I couldn't speak anymore. Because he removed his hand from my mouth. And as he kept up a slow rhythm, he reached to my breasts again. "Uhm, ah, hah," I couldn't focus on the lewd noises I was making. And I thanked God Shu was too busy to tease me about them. Every time he entered me, I felt complete. And the itch just grew. And every time he entered me, his grip on my wrists tightened. His fingers rolled and pinched my nipple haphazardly. And then it stopped for a second. And I heard a violin. And his hand returned.
The violin was playing a heartbreaking solo. He had placed the earbud in my right ear, so that I could still hear his panting in my left ear. And I realized. His movements. In and out. He was keeping time with this violin.
Shu got louder. His breathing turned into grunting. He let go of my wrists and twisted my head to him. I opened my eyes, but his were closed tightly. He pushed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth and let him slide against my tongue. He lost pace with the violin. He was going too quick. My legs started to quiver. He groaned into my mouth. That feeling, that itch. Every movement forced me to focus on it. His tongue, the pinching pain from my breasts, his member ramming into me quicker and quicker.
Finally, I felt small sparks. I yelped. Or moaned. Or something. Whatever noises I made were drowned out by Shu's tongue and his groans. I grabbed my thighs, squeezing tightly as the sparks danced within my body. He wrapped both of his arms around me and completely entered me as deeply as he could. "Yui," he moaned against my ear. And I felt him twitch inside of me. And I felt an undeniable warmth fill me.
"Hah, hah…" Shu let his head fall back, thumping it against the wall. His arms still tightly around me. His one earbud still placed in my ear. He drew his hips back and with just one hand, clumsily redressed himself. With the same hand, he pulled me back against his chest. He lazily kissed my neck. Only the part he could reach with no effort. But he kissed every few seconds.
Eventually, I was coherent enough to pull up my own underwear. And to unknot and tug my dress back down. I was too exhausted to speak. I wondered if that was Shu's main goal. It was a pretty effective way to assure silence.
We sat there for at least ten minutes. It felt like an hour. Just trying to catch our breath. I blinked to stop the room from growing ten sizes and shrinking eight, but my brain was muddled. I was weak and tired.
"Yui," it shocked me to hear Shu say my name again. It sounded foreign coming from his mouth each time. "I'm gonna, hah, I have to feed," he sighed. "Or else I can't bring you to your room. And you're too useless…" he trailed off. He swished my hair away from my neck.
"Okay," I told him. "That's okay."
"Obedient girl," he muttered. He dug his fangs into my neck. It was slow. It wasn't a sharp pain. But it was still a wave of pain that flowed through my skin.
I didn't even remember Shu releasing his fangs from my neck. But I woke up in my own bedroom and in my own bed. I slid the comforter over my body and over my head. I held onto a pillow. Just what was my life becoming? I could never face the church now. I could never face my father. I felt my necklace, after all this time, still dangling at my throat. I didn't deserve it. Even the parents that abandoned me, even they would be appalled and ashamed.
I cried into my pillow. I just wanted to go back home. I wouldn't be able to make it another week. I'd already become… I'd become a disgrace. Reiji's words played in my head. Yui, are you not ashamed? I was ashamed. Reiji's tea should have killed me.
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A day passed and I spent it in my bedroom. I couldn't help but feel comforted wrapped up in my blanket and surrounded by pillows. I needed that comfort. I had too many thoughts whirling in my brain. My necklace laid next to my face. I had removed it from around my neck and clasped it in both of my hands. I wondered what my father was doing at that moment. I wondered if he even worried about me. I hadn't received any letters and I hadn't been able to find a single phone in the house or at the school.
I had to think of a way to escape. Eventually these vampires would kill me, anyway. Wouldn't it be best if I died trying to free myself? Surely then, God would forgive me. And I would maybe be able to forgive myself as well.
It was almost time for school. On a typical day, I would wait at the main doors and the brothers and I would disembark together in a black limo. But I was adamant on staying put tonight. I would have to convince Reiji that I was truly sick. And even then, there was a chance he would brush it off and force me to attend, anyway.
But I had a plan. I found his study once again. I listened at the door. I didn't hear a sound. If I was caught, I would tell him that I was trying to find him to inform him that I would stay home tonight. My real plan was to poison myself. Not to die, but to become ill enough that he would have to leave me home. I knew it was dangerous. Memories of acidic tea and cut palms flashed across my mind. I opened the door to find that nobody was inside of the room. All I had to do was find that brown book. It seemed like he recorded notes concerning his experiments in it.
I couldn't stop my hands from trembling. It was so quiet. Somehow quieter than the rest of the castle. The book was near those test tubes and bottles last time, but not tonight. I didn't dare touch anything I didn't need to. I stood in the middle of this cramped room silently. Would I have to look through the bookshelves? I considered just chugging a chemical at random, but surely that would kill me. Even if I could sniff out the poison that had been in the tea, that would only numb me. And Reiji would know instantly. It had to be something that looked like an illness.
"I'm quite surprised at your deviousness, Yui." My hands clenched. Behind me, I heard the door close. "Please do tell me your excuse as to why you are in my study."
I turned to see Reiji. He had his arms crossed and stood at the door, blocking my only exit. "I was- I was trying to find you," I lied. Don't act guilty, I told myself. "I was feeling ill. And thought to tell you- um, ask you if I could stay home tonight."
"Do you believe that I am that gullible?"
My face drained of any color. "Of course not," I whispered. I let my head drop. I only hoped he would send me to my room to change into my uniform and think up a cruel punishment later.
"I am getting rather tired of your improper behavior, Yui. Did I not tell you the first night you were brought here? I demand obedience and I demand proper manners. I had thought to give you some time to adjust. But clearly the situation has only gotten worse. This cannot continue without correction."
I took a step back, not daring to look up at him. "I'm very sorry," the words escaped my lips before they registered in my brain. "I, I'll do better. I promise, Reiji. And I'll go to classes tonight. So if you would allow me to go to my room…"
"No. You will stay home. As will I. Undoubtedly the church has failed you. I will train you to be a decent lady, fit to live here. Sit down." He motioned at the two large chairs in the room.
I stood still, unable to move. "Reiji, please. I'd like to go to classes."
"You are much too ill for that." I could see a faint glimmer of amusement in Reiji's eyes. "Sit down. I won't say it again."
I turned to the chairs. I chose the chair nearest the large table, not wanting to relive the trauma of what had happened to me in the other one. I placed my hands in my lap. If I just listened to what Reiji had to say, then maybe it wouldn't last long and I could go back to my room. I would just pretend that I was being reprimanded during a church lesson. Apologize, look remorseful, cower in fear. Though I didn't usually have to put on an act to convey the latter with Reiji.
Reiji strolled to one of the bookshelves. He tilted a book out of place that had a deep emerald cover. I sighed in relief seeing that it was not the leather bound one. He then accompanied me, picking up a pen on his way towards the empty chair. I didn't dare speak before he did. He laid the book open in his lap. I could see that it was a notebook with bare pages. He looked up at me briefly, then scribbled some bullet points down. He wrote too small and sat too far for me to make out the words.
"Clever girls may only speak when having something useful to say." Reiji stated. "In your case, Yui, that means you may seldom speak."
I opened my mouth, not wanting to accept such an insult quietly, but snapped it closed. I nodded my head and looked down at my hands, fidgeting with my dress.
"Throughout your time here, on numerous occasions, I have been forced to hear your pitiful please over and over. Each time, falling on deaf ears. Do you know why that is, Yui?"
"I do not," I whispered, hoping I would at least be allowed to answer his questions.
"Because you have no position of authority in this house. Not by strength, not by connections and not by intellect. The words you speak mean nothing. I'm sure you've realized. You can't be so oblivious that you have not noticed that your pleas to be let go or released or left alone have always, and will always, be ignored or ridiculed." Reiji paused, as if expecting an answer. He stood up and placed the open notebook into my lap along with the pen. "I will have you write, 'I may only speak when having something meaningful to say' five hundred times. If your writing becomes sloppy, you will begin again."
I nodded my head and began writing. The pen ink transferred easily onto the paper. I wondered if five hundred times would fill the book. And I wondered what he had been writing before. But I knew better than to look. I could feel his eyes peer into me from behind my shoulder.
I may only speak when having something meaningful to say.
After two dozen times, I had filled half of a page. I was careful to write neatly. And I was careful not to let the wet ink touch my hand. How many empty notebooks did Reiji have?
I may only speak when having something meaningful to say.
Fifty times filled the page. The words repeated in my brain. Muscle memory started taking over. The phrase flowed out of my hand onto the paper.
I may only speak when having something meaningful to say.
I lost count how many times I had written it. I remembered thinking a hundred, but that was a little while ago. I could only hope Reiji was keeping count. He stayed silent and did not move. If only I had just stayed in my room.
I may only speak when having something meaningful to say.
I must have been halfway done at least. I could only guess how many pages had been filled with such a heartbreaking phrase. I wasn't going to allow Reiji's words to get to me. Of course I knew that my pleas would be ignored here. But that didn't mean they were useless. If I didn't fight, or try, then what would I become?
I may only speak when having something meaningful to say.
But who would be the one deciding if it was meaningful or not? Reiji had said I was not a clever girl. Whether he believed me or not, I always did well in my studies. I got top marks growing up. I had always been proud of that. By clever, did he only mean to criticize the way I acted? Or was I automatically worthless because of my status in this house?
I may only speak when having something meaningful to say.
My words did often feel meaningless. Whether I shouted, protested or begged, they never incited the desired response. Reiji was right in a way. I was either mocked or ignored. Day after day. I only fought back out of fear of the church. But the church had abandoned me. I would never see them again.
I may only speak when having something meaningful to say.
"You may stop," Reiji ordered. I stopped writing mid-sentence. He put his hand out and I gave him the book and pen. He flipped the pages, checking my work. "And how is your hand?" he asked me, placing the book down onto the large table behind me.
My fingers pulsed. I wanted to answer, but… I could only second-guess myself.
"You may answer questions, of course. It is rude not to do so when so directly addressed."
"It's a little cramped," I admitted. I peered down at it, stretching my fingers out.
Reiji pulled the small table in front of me closer to my chair and sat down on it, facing me. He put his hand out again. "Allow me to examine it." I placed my hand in his, bewildered by the sudden kind gesture. "Hm," Reiji sighed. He used both hands to feel my knuckles. He squeezed the tips of my fingers and massaged my palm. "Well then. Our next lesson is about eye contact. When speaking to someone, you should not fumble with your attire or meekly look downwards to the floor." I looked at Reiji, realizing I had let my eyes travel down to the tile under us. "Eye contact shows that you are actively listening and understanding," Reiji continued. "For the time being, I shall ask that you look into my eyes, Yui. Do not look away no matter what. And do keep in mind that I will not let you off free if your eyes wander."
I nodded. It would be embarrassing staring at Reiji. But this seemed easier than writing a phrase five hundred times.
Reiji continued massaging my hand. He lifted it to his face and gave a gentle kiss to my knuckles. All the time, keeping eye contact with me. My cheeks flushed red, but I didn't look away from him. His face was emotionless and still. He gave the back of my hand a quick lick, then licked the underside of my wrist. Every time he opened his mouth, I could see the faint shape of his fangs.
I noticed a blurry reflection of myself in his glasses. I tried focusing on that instead of his eyes. Reiji entwined his fingers with my own and lifted my arm higher. He again planted a kiss onto my skin, this time halfway between my wrist and my elbow. His mouth hovered there. And it opened. His fangs pricked my skin. I squeezed my hand that was ensnared in his and gripped my dress with my other hand. But I wouldn't let my eyes leave his. I could see myself shiver in the reflection of his glasses. He had bitten just enough to encourage a drop of blood to escape. It travelled down my arm, resting in the crook of my bent elbow. Reiji stretched my arm out and licked from where the blood sat up to where it had come from. I could see in my peripheral the liquid disappearing from my skin, replaced with a glint of his saliva.
And then I felt the sharp pain of his fangs biting down deeply into my arm. He continued keeping my gaze, but his face was not emotionless now. I could see anger in his eyes. Reiji tugged my arm while his fangs were delved into me, resulting in my skin tearing. I winced. Waves of shock travelled up and down my arm. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, but I wouldn't. He released his fangs and leaned back, waiting for my blood to drip down. Streaks of blood ran across my skin, some breaking free and puttering down onto the tile. But I did not look down. Although I felt my face heating up and although tears started settling at my eyes, I couldn't look away from Reiji.
"Clean your arm," Reiji ordered. He did not stand or look away or hand me anything to clean my arm with. He pushed my arm slowly towards me. "You are making a mess of my study. Clean your arm, Yui." My eyes widened. He couldn't mean…
His free hand lifted to my chin and gripped it tightly. He pulled my head closer to my arm until my lips brushed against a trail of blood that had started staining my skin. I couldn't look. I couldn't speak. I couldn't run. Tears escaped my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I stuck out my tongue. I licked the crook of my elbow. The taste of iron overwhelmed me. I lifted my head, licking up to the wound, just as Reiji had done a minute ago. My blood was still warm. I didn't swallow. I did not want to willingly drink something so vile. The anger from Reiji's eyes dissipated. He licked a drop of blood that was threatening to freefall onto the tiles.
"Such a delicacy is wasted on you," Reiji sighed. He yanked my arm back, effectively pulling my whole body towards him. His hand reached to the back of my head and his lips stopped just a breath away from my own. "Open your mouth this instant," he demanded.
His eyes squinted and a devious smile spread across his lips. I opened my mouth for him. He lowered my arm, though his grip on my hand tightened. "You may close your eyes, Yui." I quickly did so, relieved of the darkness behind my lids. He grasped my hair, tilting my head back, and covered my mouth with his own. His tongue darted inside, lapping up the pool of blood. He pushed aggressively against me, licking every inch of the inside of my mouth. He gave me no chance to breathe. I could feel my head getting light. I could only feel the slickness of his tongue. I could only taste the bitterness of my blood.
Reiji pulled away, releasing my hand and my head. He stood and walked behind me, picking up the emerald notebook once again. He flipped it open and continued scribbling where he had left off.
My hand had fallen onto my lap and I left it there. I stared down at it. Blood still escaped from the wound on my arm.
"Yui, stand up." Reiji ordered. "Stand facing this table."
I obeyed. I made sure to look at his eyes while he gave me my directions. I realized now that Reiji just wanted a doll to move and bite and reprimand. I wasn't a human or a blood bag or a lover to him. I was just a doll.
"We will correct your posture next." I heard his voice behind me. "Do not move." His hands appeared at both sides of my face. I flinched, thinking he was about to wrap them around my neck. "Yui," he warned. "Be still." He gathered my hair and gently pulled the strands behind my shoulders. "To achieve best blood flow, you must stand a certain way," he began. He pushed down lightly on my shoulders and pulled them back towards him. "Keep your shoulders squared," his mouth hovered at my ear. His one hand cupped my chin and lifted, "And your chin high." He leaned in over my shoulder and kissed my jaw. My face reddened. I was just a doll for him to tease. His hand dropped from my shoulder to my arm while his other hand continued cupping my chin. He lifted my arm and licked up the remaining blood on my skin. His fingers wrapped around the wound he had made and lightly squeezed, sending a jolt of pain through my veins.
"Aht," I hissed.
"Did you say something?" Reiji asked, squeezing harder. My skin burned. It felt as if he was sticking needles into the cuts.
"I did not," I whispered. My hands clenched into fists. If this was just correcting posture, I was positive I didn't want to see what the punishment for disobedience was.
Reiji let his hand drop from my chin. He traced his nail down my neck to my shoulder, giving my shoulder another little tug back, before wrapping his hand around my other arm. "Keep your arms at your sides." He lowered my hurt arm. "And your hands relaxed," his hands dragged down my arms and covered my fingers, prying them loose from their clenched position.
He moved on to my hips, "Your torso should be completely straight to ease any pressure on your spine." His hands lifted to my waist, intentionally using enough pressure to pull my dress up with his movements. I could feel the edge of the fabric brush against my legs, then stop at my upper thigh. Reiji moved one of his hands to rest at my thigh. The other continued upwards, stopping just below my chest. "Even straightening your legs may help with posture," he whispered. His hand wrapped around my thigh and his thumb brushed back and forth. "While standing in such a way, you may see added benefits in certain areas as well," his other hand lifted to cup my breast. "Remarkable, Yui. Stay put."
I kept my eyes closed. It was clear that Reiji's lessons were pointless. Just a way to make me suffer and a way to entertain himself. But I would let him do whatever for now. Because I knew eventually, it would end and I would be able to return to my room. If I could just endure and push it all to the back of my brain.
I felt Reiji's tongue at my neck. It glided across my skin while he lifted and groped my breast. The hand at the side of my thigh wrapped around to my front. He laid his fingers over my panties and I heard a deep chuckle at my ear. After all he had done, my body, unwillingly, had reacted. "I'm quite satisfied with this behavior, Yui." He let my body go. "Let us have a break for tea."
Reiji left me alone in the study for a few minutes. I sat back in my chair. I lifted my legs up onto the seat, wrapped my arms around them and buried my face into my lap. I prayed for this to be over soon. I didn't want to be touched by Reiji. I didn't want to be ordered around by him and looked down on. He knew how it had affected me now. But I had no control of how my body reacted. My mind and body were at a total disagreement. I despised Reiji.
I heard the door open and I quickly placed my feet back on the ground and sat up straight. Reiji walked in holding a large teapot and a small plate with two stirring spoons. He placed it on the table in between the chairs and sat. I looked at him questionably.
"If you'll recollect," Reiji began, "a little while ago, a foolish girl broke my teacup."
My hair stood on end. "Yes. I'm very sorry, Reiji," I apologized. I hated the words seeping out of my mouth. I had only broken his cup because he poisoned me with the tea and used me as a guinea pig for his sadistic experiment.
"No matter. I have good news for you. Today, you may indulge in this tea again." I looked at the pot. It was the same one as before. I wouldn't fall for this again. I promised myself I would never accept food or drink while alone with Reiji. "Do not look so distrusting, Yui. It is perfectly safe." Reiji lifted the lid and dipped a stirring spoon inside. He lifted the spoon, scooping up the light green liquid and lifted it to his lips. "See?" He tilted the tea into his mouth and swallowed.
"But there is the issue concerning the cup," he sighed. "I had thought of an interesting solution so that we both may partake." Reiji returned the spoon to the plate. "If you are truly sorry for your carelessness, you'll have no reason to object. Especially considering how grateful I am being by giving you a second chance," he mused. The same devious smile from earlier spread across his face. "You'll simply have to serve me the tea. It will be quite easy. Even you will be able to accomplish such a task."
I'm sure my face openly showed a puzzled expression. When Reiji looked at me, he let out a small sigh. "I suppose I'll have to show you. Come here," he beckoned me. I stood and walked over to him. "Kneel," he said simply. I hesitated, wanting to object, but not wanting to unnecessarily make a noise.
"It's quite disappointing when one has to repeat themselves," Reiji said. I kneeled in front of him, my head just a little higher than the table. His legs rested at either side of me. "You will keep your hands in your lap," Reiji directed. He leaned forward and grabbed the teapot from the table. "Today I have prepared mint tea. Yui, open your mouth." Was he going to have me drink it at his feet? My brow furrowed in confusion. "Do not swallow. You will serve the tea to me. It is far too indecent for a gentleman to drink tea directly from the pot."
My eyes widened and my face grew hot. I shook my head no on impulse.
"Yui," Reiji looked down at me sternly. "I will not be able to accept your apology if you cannot even do this simple thing. I could always think of some other way for you to make it up to me, I suppose." His eyes travelled to the assortment of chemicals. I looked down. "Will you comply?" Reiji asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"Delightful. Now, your mouth." I looked up at him and opened my mouth. He brought the pot over and slowly poured the tea into it. I clenched my dress, worried I would choke on the liquid, but he didn't pour much. Just a sip's amount. I felt the tingle of mint against my tongue.
Reiji leaned down and whispered, "Now be a good cup and let me taste." His mouth covered mine. He didn't kiss me. His tongue entered my mouth and lapped up the tea, reminding me of how he had drunk the blood from my mouth earlier. It was fairly quick. He lifted his head back up.
"I had been saving this flavor for a special occasion," Reiji stated. "It was a gift from my father. It's not overly sweet, which I enjoy. I don't care for sweets." I thought to ask Reiji more about his father, but I remained silent. "It is quite delicious."
Again, Reiji lifted the pot to me. I opened my mouth. He began pouring again, but this time it was not a small amount. I jerked my head away as the tea spilled down the back of my throat. "Ahhg ack," I coughed, turning my head.
"Tsk, what a disgrace." Tea had overflowed down my chin, dripping down to my neck. "Really, must you ruin everything important to me?" Reiji placed the pot down onto his lap. He grabbed me by the neckline of my dress with one hand, lifting my face up to his and licked the tea off of my neck. His tongue travelled up to my chin and then across my lips.
"Ah, hah," I panted, just getting over choking.
"Remain silent," Reiji ordered, still holding me up by my dress. He lifted the teapot once more. I clenched my eyes shut and opened my mouth, hoping he wouldn't pour as much this time. I felt the hot tea pour onto my chest. It flowed down my skin, soaking into my dress. As I opened my eyes again, Reiji pulled me up further, placing me onto his lap. He returned the teapot to the table, keeping me in place with his hand around my waist.
I sat still, horrified. The tea lightly scorched my body. I could feel every drop. I felt it trail down to my waist. Reiji, without a word, began licking up the droplets from above my collar. He paused for a second and looked up at me. "On second thought, maybe some sweetness would compliment this tea." He returned his mouth to my neck and dug his fangs into my skin. He quickly retracted them and let my blood seep out. He watched as it mixed with the remaining drops of tea.
Reiji's fun seemed to go on forever. He settled on a pattern of biting my neck, reopening the original wound, letting my blood fall down my skin, then licking it up. Sometimes he waited longer to drink the blood, letting it travel to the bottom of my neck, then my collarbone, then right above the collar of my dress. Eventually he let it stain the edge of my dress, which was already damp from the tea.
I had chosen a spot on the wall to look at while he did this. My hands laid limp in my lap. I told myself it would be over soon. Just hold out a little longer. Eventually my neck became numb. And the skin he had licked over and over felt irritated.
Reiji leaned back, resting against the chair. He still held my waist so that I couldn't escape. He reached up with his other hand and twirled a lock of hair around his finger. "I hope you have learned something from this lesson, Yui."