Antinomy.

That was the perfect word to describe Alek's apartment.

It was a combination of too modern and too old, almost like two different ages of history violently meshed together, but still managed to create an internal coherence after such brutal encounter; that felt strange, because it seemed that only a superior being could create such order, someone with a supreme aesthetic taste.

For example, Alek's bedroom appeared to be stuck in the late 19th century, but modern elements could be spotted: a flat-screen TV, a laptop on the desk and a poster of Bruce Springsteen. However, only after a careful inspection someone could notice these things "out of time", because they were placed in a way that, somehow, the subconscious would accept.

Maybe Alek was truly a demon, and that was another expression of his inhumane nature.

Sure thing was, he felt natural in that room.

He was sleeping, covered by white cotton sheets and a dark pink quilt, in a relaxed pose that made him look like the subject of an oil painting, and he was so little messy that someone could think a mystic force would comb his hair during the night.

A glimpse of morning light filtered across the shades, reaching his face and brighten up his skin, but not being enough to wake him up.

It was after another half an hour, when he started hearing slurping noises and feeling a wet and pleasant sensation on his dick, that Alek's eyelids opened, revealing the blue sky of his eyes. His vision would lend on Sana, she had slept next to him after a truly hot night, and in that moment she was obediently sucking his dick.

"Good morning, Sunomiya. It seems to me that your training is effective."

He said amused by that sight, then he caressed her head with his right hand, grabbing her and leading her movements on his cock.

"I love to make Sifovich-sensei happy!" she said, mumbling because her mouth was full.

"Oooh! You really do!" he pushed more her head, making her deepthroating him. His cock throbbed, and he moaned a bit, while holding his boner inside her mouth. Sana face got red, but she didn't whined or tried to fight back, she was willing to serve him at her best, to give pleasure to her new master.

Alek felt Sana's tongue licking his shaft, and shivers of pleasure rushed all over his body; feeling his own penis hard like marble, he closed his eyes, gritting his teeth and holding more firmly the girl's head.

"Good pet! Good pet! Aaaah!" he moaned and reached the peak of pleasure, and Sana felt his semen filling her mouth, despite having trouble breathing she still decided to close her eyes and focus on swallowing, while Alek's grip got more soft on her head.

She had success, and once finished she opened her mouth, showing how she managed to swallow every drip of cum, not wasting any.

"Good pet! Good pet!" repeated again the man, caressing her right cheek and smiling.

Sana smiled too, she had totally nullified herself.

Her old pride was just a facade for people that didn't know the truth, because she was living only in order to serve his master, his sensei that so easily corrupted her and made her addicted to that toxic love.

"My dear, would you like to prepare me breakfast?" he asked, showing off his ability to say things that seemed to be gentle requests, but in fact were orders.

"Yes, Sifovich-sensei!"

The girl immediately jumped off the bed, cleaning herself and moving swiftly out the room.

Alek got up too and, while he was putting his home clothes on, his eyes couldn't help to wander over the metronome: it was laying over a shelf.

"I know what you're thinking. You want me to use you more often."

No sound could be heard inside that room for five seconds, then Alek continued to talk.

"But, you have to understand that I can't, you aren't powerful like you used to be. You brought my father to death…"

Another five seconds of pure silence.

"Don't be impolite now! I'm not fearful, I'm methodical: it's easier to control already weakened preys, they don't put you on a great stress. I'm taking care of you!"

That time, the seconds of silence lasted less.

"Oh! Don't try to get pity from me. You act like I'm not performing my duty, while I'm just being cautious. The world has got more complex since the First Reich, don't you know? A person like me has to be tricky, Machiavellian I would say."

Alek finished to dress up and got close to the metronome, taking it and gently caressing its wooden body.

"Have patience. In the end, we'll both receive great pleasure and satisfaction, seeing our dreams become real."

He would kiss the upper part of the metronome, then place it back on the shelf and turn around, walking outside the room.

The rest of his apartment was way more modern, a big open-space so clean and tidied-up to seem untouched since the day it was sold.

Someone could believe no one lived in that place, if it wasn't for the vintage items that could only belong to Alek: an old record player, a painting on canvas figuring the archangel Gabriel (signed "Julius Sifovich", his great grandfather), and a pair of bookshelves full of ancient tomes, the most recent one was 90 years old.

However, there was also a bookshelf full of American comics: a very huge Hellboy omnibus was particularly on display.

Sana was frying some eggs with bacon on the kitchen stove.

"Mmmh! Such a pleasant smell, haven't you finished already?"

She was wearing only a white apron over her naked body: it could cover only the front part of her body, the back part was all on show, except for the small ribbon keeping the apron suited.

"Just one minute more, Sifovich-sensei!"

Sana was showing such happiness.

It was hard to say if those emotions rooted in what she used to feel for Alek, or if they were artificially injected by Alek's mysterious power.

Surely, when alone with her sensei, she acted different from what she used – and still pretended – to be.

"But I see something that I can already eat."

He was looking at her big butt, that appeared even more juicy in that extremely minimal clothing. Alek crouched behind her and sealed her hips with his hands, then he pushed his face against her buttocks, starting to get inside her anus with his tongue. He did it aggressively, making her feel a spike of pleasure rushing all around her body, her heart was beating faster, her legs trembling.

She felt tamed, a pleasure toy for her possessive master, that used every chance he had to show his superiority, to remember he could do everything he wanted to her.

And she couldn't help herself, she wouldn't.

She was feeling such pleasure to not be able to think anymore, struggling to realize how humiliating and cruel everything was. The unending lust was crawling in her skin, creating invisible chains linked to her sensei, remembering her that he was the master, and she was just a slave.

She stumbled, needing to hold on the counter to not fall on the ground.

"Aaaah! Sensei…"
Her face got red, her nipples started to poke against the apron fabric.

"What's up? Can't you control yourself? What are you, still a little girl…?"

He teased her, showing his teeth in a vicious smile; then, like a carnivore, he gave her a bite on her right butt cheek, leaving a little red mark about to turn purple.

"Aaaah!"

The scream was for the pain, but then it was followed up by moans.

She was ecstatic, her pleasure fluids were flowing down to her legs, creating a little puddle. Noticing she was distracted, Alek gave her a spank on her butt, it made a loud sound.

The ass jiggled.

"Don't you dare to burn my breakfast!" he shouted, before putting back his mouth against her anus, licking even faster.

"Yes, Sifovich-sensei!"

She did her best, trying to focus on her deeds, but it was incredibly hard.

The pleasure would flow across her body, making her feel hot and getting her mind foggy. Her legs felt like jelly, demanding her great strength to remain still, while also dealing with the frying pan and the other kitchen tools.

Her mouth was constantly open, moaning and drooling, and so she had also to prevent dripping saliva on Alek's breakfast.

Despite all the odds, somehow she managed to finish cooking the breakfast and serve it on a dish.

"It's ready… Aaaah!"

Alek heard it, but didn't stop.

"Let me finish the first course."

He turned her around, picking her up and making her sat on the first free spot of the counter. After that, he crouched again and pushed his mouth against Sana's pussy.

His tongue got inside her, licking her without hesitation. Her pussy was getting hotter and hotter, while she started to moan loudly again and to hug Alek's head with her thighs; feeling surrounded by thickness, Alek started to lick her even more wildly. His lips would focus on Sana's clit, giving her an intense pleasure, so powerful to make her lose in lecherous emotions.

The shackles of lust were tight on her, leading her to show no dignity at all, just the most basic instincts of human beings: the same shared with the other beasts, so sinful and impure.

She reached the climax and squirted on Alek's face.

Judging by the laugh that followed, he was happy with that result. His unending lust shined in his eyes, showing for a moment the true face of his deviant soul.

"Well, let's try those eggs now."

Alek got up and cleaned his face with a pair of paper towels, that he tossed in the kitchen dustbin immediately after, and brought his breakfast to the dining table. Sana needed some seconds more, the climax made her space out.

Looking in the void, she would have gladly remained still, lost in her own mind and in the memory of the just reached orgasm, but she returned to reality and got closer Alek, knowing he would get angry otherwise.

Alek was sitting in his seat, looking at the dish – that seemed delicious – and elegantly using the fork and the knife to take a piece of fried egg.

Sana was next to him, looking at him eating, she was eager to see his reaction. He seemed enthusiastic to eat, and so Sana smiled, but when Alek tasted the first bite, his face got suddenly serious and his eyes looked towards the girl.

"Sunomiya… did you put salt in the eggs?"

Sana paled, trembling in fear.

"I… I don't remember…"

"Did you, Sunomiya?" he repeated.

"I… I… Yes, I think I did…"

Alek sighed, he massaged his eyes: his disappointed was tangible.

"Sunomiya, do you know that bacon is already salty, don't you?"

"Yes…"

"So, what happens if you salt the eggs too and fry them together with the bacon? They get…?"

"…too salty…"

"Exactly. So…"

He got up and joined his hands together while looking at her.

"WHY DID YOU FORGET!?"

The sudden shout made Sana step back, shaking.

She would lower her eyes, in a submissive pose.

"I'm sorry, Sifovich-sensei…"

"Oh! You won't get away with this using only words!"

He grabbed the lower part of her face, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Do you know what I have to do now? I have to punish you."

"No, please… I'm sorry…"

He stopped to hold her and got behind her back, pushing her against the table.

"Bend!"

"Please, no…"

"Do it!"

Sana put her hands on the table, shaking. Pure terror was flowing inside her body: an intense emotion, so pure that maybe it rooted in her true self, in those fragments of what was her true nature, before her teacher corrupted her.

Alek could perceive it, and even if he was finding it intriguingly, he wasn't taking care; while removing his belt, his eyes were pointing her ass with malignant intentions.

"Tell me you're sorry!"

He said, then a loud sound would fill the air, a powerful strike followed by Sana's screams of pain. Alek used the belt as a whip, creating a big red mark on her right butt cheek.

"Aaaah! I'm sorry!" she said, her tears flowing even more, her body shivering in fear, too scared to even try to move away.

"I didn't hear you."

Another strike on the other butt cheek: specular, louder, stronger, a purple bruise was appearing.

"AAAH! I'M SORRY!"

Alek's eyes were shining in cruelty, his face was terrifying. It almost seemed that his teeth could turn into fangs, and his mouth could become the jaw of a demon.

"Promise you won't go wrong again!"

He whipped her again, the frenzy of violence was acting like drug in his mind, making him go further and further, like he too was victim of his own enjoyment.

"I promise! I promise! Please, I'm sorry!"

Tears of blood were flowing from little bruises on her butt, signs of Alek's vehemence. The wolf in sheep's clothes smiled, but his sadistic attitude wasn't still sated.

"Say it again!"

That hit was crazily violent, it made Sana lose the hold and land on the table surface with her abdomen, the breast were squeezed between her chest and the table, her eyes were red for the tears, that didn't stopped for a second.

"I'm sorry, sensei! I'M SORRY!"

Finally Alek seemed to be satisfied, he cleaned the belt and started to put it back on his pants. Sana would get up slowly, turning towards him but not daring to raise her eyes: the once cold and pragmatic Sana looked so little and helpless that moment, a little girl victim of a hell she didn't understand, and so she was weak and keen to feeling guilt for something which wasn't her fault, and that was, in truth, corrupting her.

"I'm sorry that I always disappoint you, Sifovich-sensei."

On the other hand, Alek was perfectly aware of his dark nature, and how to use it for his own advantage.

"Sunomiya, you know why I did it." He said, gently grabbing her face and making her looking into his eyes. He was smiling, in such a charming way to look like someone pure of heart.

What an incredible liar he was!

"I really care about you, and I just want you to be perfect."

He got closer, the blue of his irises was so intense that, despite having felt his true nature on her own skin, Sana's heart melted: in her eyes, that man was truly perfect.

Someone could think that also Alek's eyes had some arcane power, despite being false.

"Is it true, Sifovich-sensei?"

"Of course it is."

"But you… you said that you wanted more girls…"

She blushed and lost eye contact, like it was just a silly fact. Alek smiled, starting to caress her cheek using his thumb, it was soft and she blushed even more.

"Yes, but that will be just for fun, for both of us. I won't ever feel the same emotions for another girl. You're my favorite, Sunomiya! You're so beautiful and perfect."

His lips got closer to hers, he closed his eyes and whispered.

"I love you."

"Mmmh! Sensei…"

They kissed.

And that kiss was the embodiment of Alek's manipulative abilities, because it made disappearing from her mind any violence that he did to her, any cruelty his soul could conceive. Sana was hugging him, pushing her breast against his chest, and sinking more into that spiral of submission, of total annihilation of her dignity.

"Would you like to help me in my mission?" he asked then.

Sana's eyes shined in enthusiasm.

"Yes, Sifovich-sensei!"

"Then, let's sit on the sofa. If you manage to make me cum again, I'll talk you about my plans."

"Yes! I'll use my boobs! Just the way sensei likes it."

"Awww! You know me so well, little slut."

Alek sat on the sofa, his pants pulled down, showing his big cock, hard like marble. Such vision, that the first times used to scare her, it managed to become a moment of distorted joy, like her life had meaning just when she was serving the fleshy tool of his sensei.

She hugged his cock with her boobs, starting to squeeze it between them, and the softness of those breasts produced shivers of pleasure in Alek's body.

"You're truly a gifted girl, Sunomiya" he said, before moaning and relaxing more on the couch, his blood pressure was rising and his cock was even more hard, so much that it started to hurt a bit.

Sana lusted for the enjoyment of her sensei, her heartbeat was rising just for that vision, she was feeling satisfied seeing him like that. She squeezed more his cock between them, going faster and using her tongue to lick the tip.

Alek's moans became more loud, he closed his eyes.

"Do you like it, Sifovich-sensei?" she asked, just to feel the happiness of his approval.

"Yes! You're good, Sunomiya! Go faster! Aaaah!"

Sana obeyed, feeling happy to do it.

Her boobs started to go up and down his cock with a faster pace, causing Alek to open wide his eyes and pant louder, feeling his blood getting hot like fire and the pleasure intoxicating his mind.

"Damn! Such perfect boobs…"

"Ehehe! Sensei always does silly faces when I use my breast."

"Oooh! Shut up, slut!"

Alek looked genuinely offended, and that made Sana laughing while still going, also Alek would laugh, before closing his eyes and focusing on the increasing arouse of his body.

"Aaaah! I'm close, Sunomiya!"

"Do you want me to swallow, sensei?"

"No! I want to see it all over your face."

"Yes, sensei."

She used all of her energies to perform that duty, her body was getting even more sweaty and hot while stimulating him with her boobs, her tongue was licking all the tip, wetting it in saliva.

Then, Alek's body tensed up, he held himself on the couch, like he was about to slip, and reached the orgasm with a big moan. The semen got outside in a huge load, a rain of white drips of cum landed on Sana's face and boobs, painting them in white, while a bit more would dirt Alek's legs and the floor.

"Oh God! You are getting better day by bay!" he said, then he would extend his right arm and caressing her head again, trying to not get dirty with his own cum.

"Good pet! Good pet!"

Sana smiled, enjoying the caresses like a cat being scratched behind the ears.

"Now, clean everything and I'll show you my plans."

"Yes, Sifovich-sensei!"

After a bit, Sana was sitting next to him.

Alek had handed out a folder from a drawer inside his bedroom, and he was opening it, letting her seeing the inside of it.

"You see, I want to control every person inside the Kazehaya Institute, it's simply the right thing to do. I deserve to be in charge of that Institute, do you agree with me?"

"Yes, Sifovich-sensei. No one deserves it more than you."

"Exactly, my little slutty girl."

He patted her head, making her smile.

"Usually, it would be pretty easy, people are already predisposed to be bonded with me. Because, you know… I'm perfect… so, even if forced, their subconscious doesn't find anything wrong about obeying me. But, to my immense surprise, there is an exception…"

He would turn a page, showing a paper with a big picture of Hayase Nagatoro glued on it, and some general information about her written under the photo.

"For some reason, this girl finds me… despicable…"

"How dare she?"

"Yes, it's truly hard to understand why… but, this is a problem, because it means that there is a chance she will rebel to the hypnosis, and I can't take this risk. So, I started to arrange a plan."

Alek turned again the page, showing photos of Nagatoro's friends: Sakura, Gamou Maki, Yoshi.

"Starting from these girls, I'll gather intel about her using my methods. All of this to understand how to bend her, to break her mind until the point she will accept me. Meanwhile, I'll start to expand my influence over other subjects, to get my artifact stronger."

His eyes turned towards Sana again, that was hugging him very tightly, pushing her boobs against his arm.

"You're an amazing evil schemer, sensei. Can Sana helps you?"

"Of course. After all, this Nagatoro girl often visit that art club of yours, you're essential. You'll be sensei's little helper."

"Eehhehe! Sana's happy!" she laid her head against his shoulder, and Alek caressed her.

"Good pet! You've won one hour of intense sex this evening. But now, let me put back these."

He got up and walked back in his bedroom, getting closer to the desk.

He opened the drawer but, before putting back the folder, he looked again to Nagatoro's picture, caressing her image with the index finger and smiling in a vicious way.

"I'll take everything from you. Everything you have, everything you had, everything you'll ever had."

Then, he put back the folder and closed the drawer.

He walked out the room, switching off the lights and closing the door.

The darkness seemed more cold and intense than usual.