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This chapter has explicit sexual content. For those of you who ignored the M rating in this story when navigating here, the section is marked off by nine tildes (~) instead of the nine dots I normally have been using to denote different sections.

Chapter 26

First Night

He still had no idea why he accepted the idea of spending an evening with Yugi and his friends. After all, it was his birthday.

That night they wanted to celebrate twenty years the way they wanted to, all amicably, at least through Kaiba's lens who still didn't see anything but a pure flight of fancy in the ideal; which still seemed to be unique to him.

Or, maybe, yes, he knew very well why he had finally agreed: again, as always, to make his little brother, Mokuba happy. It was innate; he couldn't refuse him anything. And as he insisted so much, Kaiba had had no other choice other than submission.

He had thus met up with them at a popular Domino City club simply known as Paradise. But it had taken nearly all of his strength to drag himself there, even at the last minute. Mokuba had had the pretext that he was too busy with his work and that it was high time he begin to think about something else, like having fun, at least for once in his life. Profit from his youth before being entirely crushed by the weight of his responsibilities that his company brought him. And deep down, maybe, too, Mokuba was hoping that he'd finally snuff out a girlfriend, a milestone he had yet to reach. He would taunt him, saying everyone had one already and that it was a fundamental human need, unlike running a company. Sooner or later, even he, Kaiba, wouldn't escape it.

Kaiba wasn't blind as a bat and could sense the dazzled looks of the young women – and the mature women – as he brushed past. Their eyes undressed him with impunity, hoping that they would be the one who would gain whatever little attention he seemed to have.

The truth was, he was a very seductive man. He was aware of this. He was appealing even at a glance. Plus he was rich, which certainly didn't spoil the desire of those already wanting him.

Despite all of these features, which proved more often than not to be exasperating, he had never shown any interest in any of these silent invitations or boring, useless fairy tales.

It was again his little brother who had intervened, teasing him that one day or another a beautiful and charming princess would cross paths with him and that, even if he acted with disgust, at that moment, a real Madame Kaiba would just turn her nose up at him. Which wasn't a completely senseless suggestion.

Moreover, he had added with the effect of unsettling Kaiba, he'd end up also wanting to assure his own progenitor.

This is what had been raising the red flag inside of him for quite some time now and had also awoken a certain curiosity – a legitimate curiosity – in his mind.

The future was too far away for the serious and impassive young man. However, Mokuba had struck a nerve.

It was true that one day, he thought, it would be that he would be tempted to have children. At least one.

Yes, Madame Kaiba would give him a son, maybe two. Worthy of their name and of their heritage. They'd be cumbersome, but they would be just as strong and proud as their distinguished father. He even recalled seriously thinking that he would not have a daughter; he simply couldn't imagine consoling a crying little girl constantly latching onto his leg and agitating him over absolutely everything. That's with the knowledge that younger women tend to be more sensible.

No, Kaiba definitely couldn't see himself having a girl. But sons – that was a reality which seemed most promising to him and more in line with his aspirations.

What about Madame Kaiba?

What would he look for in the mother of his child?

Young and beautiful, no doubt. Blonde or brunette. Large or small. Sweet, or with an arrogance rivaling his own. Self-indulgent or devoted… in the end, it was of no importance.

The truth was that he had no damn idea. Little mattered to him when he thought about it. The goal was, quite selfishly, to just have children.

Of course she had to be pleasant; he would not tolerate some sort of shrew. But he did not believe either that the most pleasant companion would be frail and innocent. It would get so tiresome as time wore on.

He had no real idea what to look for, really.

But the fact of the matter was that he definitely wasn't looking to find and accept anyone tonight.

Really, all of that was so far away.

For some time another thought had been floating around in his head, carving itself a nice little path. It was becoming evident that Mokuba was right and he'd have to arrange to have offspring someday or another. But what was most troubling at the moment was the embarrassing question: if he had never had sex, how would he explain himself to the woman who would become Madame Kaiba? Especially if he didn't find her within the next ten years or so. It was an obscure, oh-so-delicate point to raise.

Worst of all was the shame on his mind of being so completely ignorant. Every man has his pride. And he couldn't find himself before her without any prior experience. The great Seto Kaiba, a virgin at thirty?

That went without saying. Even if it was conceivable as well as very likely. At least for him. For nobody other than him.

Didn't he have a reputation to uphold?

Everything up until then proved it. Even his own body.

He felt no need or desire for anyone, any simple curiosity for people or for things. Anything that interested him interested him professionally. Nothing else. He was a robot, first and foremost. The definition of workaholic.

"Yo, Kaiba!" Joey said perhaps too loudly as he swung his arm around his neck and whirled him around. "You see that chick over there… she's smokin', doncha think?"

Joey had had a little bit too much and reeked of alcohol, which irritated Kaiba. But what pushed his buttons most was the non-respectful manner in which he had just burst his personal bubble. As far back as he could remember, Kaiba couldn't recall ever having raised other pigs in the same pigsty as himself.

Besides, what did that mean? Was Joey plotting with Mokuba? What was with all the familiarity?

"It's official, mutt, I'm never going to get used to the way you smell," he responded, pushing Joey away with little effort.

He didn't need to see him lurch about any longer.

Joey, put off, didn't bother working himself up over it. He was used to many things coming from Kaiba. Besides, wasn't it his birthday? Everything should be calm, relaxed. At least he would kindly obey that rule.

Kaiba didn't even bother looking at the girl Joey pointed out. She was not attractive to his eyes. In reality, nobody was. Except his little brother.

"Dude… you really gotta get out more… she's eye candy!" he titillated further, apparently not concerned about anything but partying.

"Let me remind you that I, unlike you, Wheeler, am rich and popular. It's obvious that every woman in the world, even your type, take note of me," Kaiba responded arrogantly.

Poor fool…

"Yeah, maybe, man… but I'm a pro…" Joey retorted, visibly certain of his allegation as if he believed he had just believed the CEO's coup de grace.

Grr… why is he getting into this…

"You're always this idiotic, Wheeler. And to think that it doesn't matter whether you've had a drink or not," Kaiba spat back with even more spite on his lips, as if he were about to vomit his disgust all over him.

"Oh yeah?" began Joey again, swaying slightly. "Let me remind you that you might be a little rich boy and a good duelist…"

"So you admit it," Kaiba silenced him suddenly, not yet impressed with his interlocutor.

"Yeah, yeah," Joey said. "But when it comes to chicks, you are the amateur, dude. A total noob."

Of course Kaiba wasn't about to debase himself and stoop down to his level in anger.

So he sighed, visibly frustrated by the path the conversation had taken.

"Poor Wheeler. And just what exactly do you think you know about women that I don't?"

This time, it was Joey's turn to beam triumphantly. He was of the opinion that the CEO had never had the occasion – more like the will – to approach a single girl who didn't have some sort of benefit for him somewhere along the line.

The young blond let himself topple directly into a chair, his elbows ramming into the table same time, demonstrating that he was drunk beyond any doubt – he almost fell. But he was smiling knowingly, and was taking great pleasure in it.

"Kay, Kaiba… you asked for it!"

Kaiba felt his body stiffen at the provocative grin. He had crossed his arms, raised his head haughtily to show him that he certainly wouldn't reveal to him his most intimate secrets. Even if they were absent from his vocabulary, like the actions were. But didn't he have his pride to uphold?

"So…Kaiba… first tell me what YOU know 'bout…women… besides… you've had a girlfriend, right?"

If his name hadn't been Seto Kaiba, he would have blushed before such indiscretion. But the groan that ran through his mind was deaf as well as silent.

"May I ask why the question is any of your business?" he hissed between his clenched teeth as if ready to bite back at any remark back to him.

But Joey stopped himself from bursting out laughing, contenting himself with a mocking sigh.

"I see," he said.

Kaiba was losing his patience with this stupid and useless question and answer game.

"You see. Are you a soothsayer now?" he snapped again.

Joey stopped his imbecilic smile, so suddenly that Kaiba wondered if he hadn't just all of a sudden snapped back into sobriety.

"Have you done it? How was it?" he dared to ask him.

Kaiba felt deeply stung by the subject. His left eyebrow shot up, denoting a major sense of annoyance.

"Have I done what?" he asked calmly, as if nothing bothered him, as if nothing touched him.

"Well… with a girl, duh! You slept with one yet?" Joey said, now going ahead with a strategy of pure frankness.

He seemed to want to wheedle an anecdote out of him. But Kaiba wasn't quite on the same boat.

"Gah! Wheeler!" he sighed, exasperated.

But he couldn't help but return the questions to his interlocutor, hoping to knock him off-balance.

"With one? What is that supposed to mean, Wheeler? I hope you're not saying you have your eye on me. Because if you do, I'm entirely uninterested."

Joey guffawed, now convinced that Kaiba was purposefully evading his questions.

"You crazy, dude? Even if we were the only two guys on the planet after some big-ass flood… I'd rather make out with a goat before I… well, let's say it ain't your company that turns me off. Nothin' personal."

"Hah!" Kaiba responded, his tone growing ever more sarcastic. "Bestiality! Is that your thing now, Wheeler?"

He felt it; Joey was about to crack, break under his own anger. And deep inside, he would have absolutely loved to start a fight with him. Moreover, there was a chance he could now switch the topic of conversation.

This is all so dumb… I could just get up and leave, Kaiba thought to himself.

"Hey, hey, not cool, man," Joey babbled as he tried to stand – which he found to be difficult given his state of mind – and to threaten Kaiba with a punch, whose Kaiba wasn't fooling anyone, he was certain.

"So, you dodgin' the question," he observed when he looked at him. "Tell me why you havin' so much trouble. You don't like 'em? Or maybe I should be worried some of your hidden… fetishes…"

Kaiba re-donned a partially grave air. His plan hadn't worked and he found himself back where he started. Worse. This imbecile was in the middle of suggesting that he could secretly crave masculine company. He couldn't shut himself up without defending himself, although he certainly was under no such obligation. The practically irresistible desire to slap him upside the head to knock him back to his senses was quite appealing to him now. If he were a coward, he would have.

Apparently Wheeler seemed far more intelligent than he gave him credit for.

"Nah… but it's possible… sometimes a guy can like other things besides – "

This time, the red-faced Kaiba sliced him off.

"Enough, Wheeler. I believe you've had enough to drink tonight."

"Hey, take it easy, Kaiba. I ain't one of your employees. So if I wanna take a drink, I drink. 'Kay?"

Kaiba sighed heavily.

"You can clear the bar's entire stock if it'll shut you up, I have nothing against that," he said testily. "Besides, why don't you go find one of your little friends? Better yet… go find yourself a goat," he continued as his eyes meandered over to the dance floor where Tea was busting her moves and Yugi was awkwardly trying to keep up.

"But it's your birthday, man, I ain't gonna leave you hangin'…"

"I am quite comfortable without your company, Wheeler," Kaiba said dryly.

"Well, in that case… let me go get you a girl… you'll definitely like her more than me…"

Before Kaiba even had time to respond Joey made a hand signal towards a beautiful young girl that told her to approach them. It was one of those that hadn't stopped staring at the CEO for a long while now. The same one he ignored earlier.

She was cute, that much was for certain. Almond-shaped eyes and black hair indicated that she was a native of Japan. However Kaiba found her makeup to be slightly too thick.

"Wheeler…" Kaiba growled as the young woman came nearer.

He was sick of all of the silent advances.

"What's your name?" Joey asked as he stood to leave her his place.

"Soraya…" she responded in a bit of a fearful smile to Kaiba, who was not paying any attention.

"Good…Soraya, nice to meet ya," Joey said as he pointed at Kaiba. "It's my friend's birthday here, wanna spend some time with 'im?"

"Wheeler…" Kaiba hissed more determinedly, very much annoyed.

Under what pretenses was he getting into his private life?

"Of course," the young woman breathed, sitting down before Kaiba, who she was still ogling. He visibly and unquestioningly was attractive to her. Which didn't surprise Kaiba.

"Well!" said Joey, taking a step off to the side. "I'll let you guys mingle…later, Kaiba!"

If he didn't sense all of his rage, it was uniquely due to the fact he must be too damn drunk to feel anything at all. Yet of course, Kaiba was internally cussing him out.

He had never appreciated any sort of intrusion into his private life on anybody's part. And now he found himself in this quite uncomfortable situation.

Of course he was master of every situation and could allow himself to be at least 'unpleasant', even around women. If he wanted to, all he needed to do was get up and leave the place. He owed nothing to anyone. Especially to some swooning nobody.

Obviously this woman couldn't hold a candle to the future Madame Kaiba. She seemed insipid and uninteresting, although she wasn't quite ugly. She even could be nice, and gentle.

But those were Mokuba's words, who, like normal, was stopping him from taking things too far.

His curiosity, too, perhaps.

Yes. All things considered, he might try to test the waters, try to discover what could motivate a third-rate person to want to approach or get to know him. Of course, he knew the majority of her future response. But on the inside, he was swimming in complete ignorance.

She sat there for a moment, strongly intimidated by his visual examination.

Partially decided, Kaiba sighed in disappointment and now glared at her thin frame in austerity.

"Do you only come to this kind of place to have fun, or are you looking for something in particular?"

The least she could say was that this guy was direct.

Of course, she, like everyone else in the world, had heard plenty of stories concerning the person in charge of the Kaiba Corporation, whom she had recognized at a glance. She had also heard that he didn't take verbal detours when talking to others and he always bristled with a certain authority. But she couldn't lie by saying many people didn't admire him – principally, the feminine populace was completely smitten with the seductive young man.

But she understood better now why everyone feared approaching him.

"Er…that depends…" she responded, entirely uncertain of the right attitude to adopt.

"I respect frankness. Respond without fear. I am not judging you, I am just asking you a simple question."

Ha…. is she even intelligent enough to answer?

His intellectual superiority always would never leave him. Kaiba had long understood that was one of the more fundamental differences between him and the most common of mortals. But he didn't push the insult into a complete un-piecing of the young girl before him. It wasn't like she deserved his respect. It was more that he could hardly stand the sight of people in tears. As if something had finally carved its way to his sensible side and make him feel something distasteful for having done wrong.

It was what left of his conscience.

"That depends, sir…" she repeated.

Sir? At least she knows who I am. Now, if she would just tell what I'd like to know: at least if she doubts… or I could try to sniff out her true intentions… it's not important…but…

Suddenly Kaiba didn't want to be famous. Just to see the truth from a different standpoint. When he thought about it, she was already impressed enough by his name and the prestige attached to it. Nothing frank about that, really. At least he would be free of his thoughts and actions.

Besides, he himself barely knew what he wanted to take from this conversation.

"Depends on what?"

On what she thinks I want to hear?... Grr…this is all useless. I'd be farther along by now, I expect…

Yet to his surprise, she gave a complete response.

"…on what I want the night I go out. Sometimes I just want to blow my brains out and dance until the sun comes up. Other times… I just want to meet somebody."

Bingo, Kaiba thought, still a tad surprised by the shift the conversation had taken.

At least she seemed liberal – she didn't try to hide much.

He took a risk, going between the lines.

"And… do I turn you on?"

How could he keep up his mask of ice when he was leading a discussion about something so…warm?

Soraya smiled as the red conquered her cheeks.

"Yes, sir. A lot."

Kaiba didn't bother trying to understand the more or less unusual attraction.

As serious as can be, he leaned towards her, his eyes more inquisitive than before.

"Why?"

She looked shocked at the question.

Apparently a woman didn't need to wait for a tender and romantic moment with a man like this one. That would only come in handy.

"It's 'cause…" she babbled awkwardly. "You're very… seductive, sir."

"Really?" he asked as if he doubted it.

She ducked his eyes when she looked up, which were difficult to meet. She shook her head instead.

Scared?

"And how old are you?"

"Nineteen, sir."

At least he wasn't breaking any laws with a minor. Even though there hadn't been any risk, because all that they had been doing was talking.

However, Kaiba was absolutely not attracted to the girl. Something still wasn't right. Young. She was still too young.

A heavy thunking noise caused his attention to waver; it was a large glass being set down on the table.

Before him was now an enormous pint of beer.

When he looked up, he saw the waitress – quite plenteous – who was grinning at him cattily. She was blonde, thin, and her bra couldn't hide practically any of her 'secret charms'. Moreover, she seemed to be older, maybe thirty, it seemed to him.

But it was then what she told him that captured his attention completely.

"Why not come join the big leagues?"

The big leagues? What the –

But he didn't have the time to ask her the question as she had already whipped around to walk away.

Except, under the glass that she had placed in front of him, was a small scrap of paper.

He hurriedly picked it up and unfolded it to read:

Coat room. Five minutes. Present for you

What the hell did that mean?

Kaiba sat there stupefied for several seconds, time to ask himself every question imaginable.

"That will be all," he told Soraya, treating her as coldly as if she were one of his housemaids.

The young girl seemed visibly shaken at how the situation had suddenly flopped.

Confused and embarrassed, she stood to leave the table as he stood himself to leave.

But his footsteps took him to the coat room, where he had to clarify this dilemma. He wasn't the type of man to back down from a threat. He hadn't taken the intrusion lightly and he certainly wasn't going to work himself up over instilling the blonde with some manners.

Hurriedly, he was moving through the hallway towards the coat room and had just arrived at the door when he felt himself be grabbed by the coat and whipped inside.

He was so stunned that he barely realized that he had been cornered up against a wall. The only thing he had time to notice was two large blue eyes staring him in the face. Far too near.

What the…?

Kaiba was about to react and push his assailant promptly backwards when he recognized the large-chested blonde he just saw as she united their bodies.

"What is the meaning of this?" he snapped imperiously.

"Calm down, Mr. Kaiba," she cooed. "It's your birthday, if I'm not mistaken…"

So what?

Kaiba's heart began to beat faster when he felt a strong straining against his inner leg; she had purposefully put her hand over his member and was having fun vigorously rubbing it.

Is this assau-….she didn't…I can't…grr…

But Kaiba's thoughts violently came to a halt as his mind now began to try to assimilate the new very pleasurable sensations that his body was telling him about. A shiver of excitement rocketed down his back.

"Hm… what do we have here… how interesting," she continued, exploring farther above the thick tent forming in Kaiba's pants.

It was up to him to stop this and put an end to this game.

Push her back. Violently, if necessary.

After all, it was self-defense, right?

All of this had always come across to him as disgusting. It brought being human to its most primitive state. It was inconceivable that such a strong man with such genius could even imagine one day –

"Kiss me, Mr. Kaiba," she breathed, visibly controlled by a real desire for his person as she tried to place her lips on his.

Kaiba decided to not break the embrace despite the uncertainty holding his mind in its clenched fist. Something was making him continue the game, as revolting as it seemed.

"No," he responded darkly as her fingers groped the object she coveted.

Is this really what you want, you little strumpet?

You want to play?

Why not?

Deep down, one day or another, he would end up doing this anyway, like any normal man.

Here, or later… now or never, it seemed.

He changed his mind to not push her away.

But why wasn't he nervous? It was as if everything came naturally to him.

He didn't need prior experience. Wasn't he Seto Kaiba? He did as he pleased and everything went fine. Too bad if she didn't like it.

It was his first time, sure. But she didn't know. No point in divulging that.

"Kiss me," she begged him again.

"I said no," he ordered her brusquely.

He would stick to that. Her touch there was absolutely unnecessary given the circumstances. He didn't like her. And he found no desire in particular for a woman of such low morals. Besides, he wasn't sure he'd find a day in his life that he'd desire anyone in particular anyway. He'd forcefully refuse what appeared to him to be dirtiest of acts.

The blonde wasn't offended by his refusal and actually went to turn around to grind her derriere into his already erect member to ramp up his desire to whip it out.

I'd hurt her… is that normal?

What's wrong with me?

Grr… I hate…

"You got what it takes?" she asked unnervingly casually.

What it takes…?

She was burning with the desire to feel Kaiba's member, if one considered her state of excitement and movement which was becoming increasingly suave and insistent as she continued to gyrate into him. Or maybe if she didn't, she could play the role extremely well.

"Okay," she said again.

She turned back around and fell to her knees in front of him.

"Let me…" she murmured as she pulled down Kaiba's pants to mid-thigh and begin to lick his intimate parts.

Grrr…the bi-….this is disg-…

It was true, all of this felt extraordinary. It was also true that normally he would have thrown her onto the floor and trampled on her as he stormed out. Most of all, normally, she never would have succeeded in laying her pinkie finger on him.

But his was no ordinary night.

Seto Kaiba was about to, in the fullest sense, become a man.

She wanted to feel him. Actually feel him hard, without presentation, without warning. Fuck whether he liked it or not.

She began to cover his member with a transparent film of her saliva.

It was true that he was becoming excited – or at least his member, which seemed to be acting completely independently from his mind.

But still no sign of nervousness.

Slowly, she let her panties fall along with her short black skirt, and, dragging him with her, she laid back facing him on top of a desk, opening her legs so that he could fuck her.

He was about to do so when he met her eyes again; which stopped him for a fraction of a second.

Grrr…

He wasn't about to do that. He wouldn't let her watch him.

"I have a better idea," he intoned coldly.

All the same, with a certain delicate touch, he took her arms and made her stand back off of the desk.

"Turn around."

"What?"

"I said turn around," he insisted, hoping to keep the discussion as brief as possible.

She probably only saw it as only a particular amusement or habit of his. She didn't know anything. But she wouldn't dare disobey his orders.

So she turned her back to him in one flowing movement, and he lay her body back down on the table.

Now or never… let's see just how this all actually works… besides, she asked for it…

So, after a brief moment of hesitation, he placed his penis in her vagina. First carefully, a comfortable entrance – which won him a shiver that he analyzed as pleasurable.

Then, he began, without thinking, moving in and out quite forcefully, as if he were afraid of not touching the far end.

"Be careful," she managed to say between breaths. "It's more painful this way… pay attention, okay?"

But how did she have any say in this? Hadn't this been what she had wanted from the outset?

Of course a feeling of power was now animating his body even further. The urge to control did not just simply become absent at that particular moment of time.

"Wait… let me roll over – "

"No!" he said again, ramming into her once more harshly than before.

The woman shivered and sighed again, but this time he picked up a certain expression of pain.

Kaiba wasn't so drunk he was going to brutalize her. Even if she had asked for it.

After all, wasn't he simply agreeing to her demands? Why the brutality?

He didn't want to see her face; he found no need to. It was a face like any other. A face that would unquestionably make him remember something far from the simple nourishing satisfaction of his professional successes: shame.

He had to keep his selfishness. So he accepted it. It was the guiding light in whatever he did.

Anyway he didn't like her and didn't owe her anything. Not even respect.

Plus, she shouldn't have to bother reading the uncertainty and complete ignorance of using a female body that was written all over his face.

He would keep his state of mind to himself.

But he began to slow down the movements. There was no need to hurt her, even if whatever she might feel didn't crack his marble exterior.

His hands surprised him by latching on to the woman's hips with a disconcerting expertise, as if he had known what he was doing, as if he didn't feel himself rapidly trying to calculate everything.

It was nice, of course. But ecstasy was not in his dictionary. It was just nice. Nothing more.

On the other hand she seemed to be adapting to Kaiba – whose movement was now regular and controlled – as she began to unite her grinding to his pounding.

Her fingers rapidly went back down to fondle his pubic region, provoking an instant wave of pure pleasure. Kaiba's vigilant eye didn't miss the chance to add this to the mental notes he had already been taking.

He was inside of her for doubtless a very long time. Sufficiently long enough for him to experience his first orgasm after she had already had hers, at least in his opinion, because he remembered having felt her suddenly constrict her vagina around his member, crying out in satisfaction and writhing her body more feverishly and convulsively.

As soon as his own was finished, Kaiba quickly pulled out and looked at his penis as if it were a new gardening tool, something for which he had found a new use.

"Woah… you're pretty hung."

"Save the spiel for someone else," he snapped as he wiped himself off with a handkerchief he took out of his pocket before quickly re-clothing himself.

His curiosity was whetted. He didn't need to waste any more of his precious time.

She appeared to want to keep acting catty.

"My name is Jai-"

"I don't care," he interrupted her emotionlessly.

The conversation died.

What else was she waiting for? He hadn't anything to add.

After all, he was strikingly handsome. And it had come in handy for once. Besides, he was certain that she didn't doubt it either.

And that was what was most important.

Never would Kaiba pass for an amateur. With anyone, under any and all circumstances.

He lacked tact, however, when he pulled a checkbook and pen out of his coat and scrawled something on the first page.

Then he held the paper out to her, arrogantly muttering:

"Here. Even if you don't deserve it."

She practically flinched upon seeing the amount of money on the check.

He had just signed over a thousand dollars over to her.

Before her crestfallen expression, which he managed to glimpse at a rapid glance, he tried again.

"Not enough for you?"

This time, she ripped the piece of paper in half, as if she were offended by a terrible insult.

"I am not what you believe me to be – "

"Fine," he snapped, purposefully cold. "Don't expect anything else, though."

"Maybe I should tell you that – "

"Don't be scared, I'm just paying you for your services," he interrupted her.

He didn't wait for her reaction, however, storming out of the room and leaving her stupefied in his wake.

He only had one desire right now, a very urgent one: clean himself.

He was going to spend hours underneath the showerhead, the time necessary for him to try to disinfect his body from the filth of the experience.

It was moreover the time he needed to forget the embarrassment of having stooped so low to such a primitive need.

He was a man, maybe, sure. But a man beyond the ordinary.

He would never forget that.

. . . . . . . . .

Naomi was still sleeping soundly.

Kaiba took a long moment to contemplate her body, her face, lost in the distant throes of his conscience, a soft, almost confused smile on his lips the entire time.

It was crazy just how much he had changed.

Last chapter coming up next! (err, two months late. Cough...)