A/N: This chapter has been thoroughly edited and had a good bit added to it, although any deletions have been negligible. I hope you enjoy it!

Haruhi was in awe of the expensive and intricate kimonos that everyone was in – that she was in – and was also in awe that anybody took these idiots seriously. Tears, really? Everyone was freaking crying! Well, except for Kyōya-senpai, who simultaneously reassured her that his attention was on her, and sent her into a false-dismay that he was increasing her debt. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true: the dismay was real; she did want to pay off her debt, but… the longer she was here – and it had been a month and a half now, being under senpai's control – the less she wanted to leave Kyōya-senpai.

After the incident with the doctor a couple weeks ago he had even called her "pet," and continued on with the possessive nickname, which, oh! She felt herself nearly blushing just thinking about it! She loved how small and cherished and owned it made her feel!

Really though, Haruhi respected Kyōya-senpai so much. Because of his schemes and sales and such, they were able to keep the Club going, and while she thought that the Club was a frivolous waste of time, well… if it weren't for the Host Club then she never would have learned how much she enjoyed being controlled. She wouldn't be Kyōya-senpai's pet, and he wouldn't come by and drag her off a minimum of three times a day just to dominate her mouth until she was senseless with sheer want.

Thankfully, before she could think a bit too much about that happening after Club today, Honey came and distracted her, adorable as always. Her smallest senpai had grown on her as of late, even if she still thought his act in particular was one of the more ridiculous ones.

And of course, then she found out about the freaking eye drops – by accidentally bumping into the Twins, of course – and oh goodness that was just far too much, and she swore she would never resort to that trick, even as they pulled out a delightful treat for her and she unconsciously wooed everyone in sight with her honest happiness over the beautifully sculpted sweet; she would give it to her mother as a memorial offering! When asked if she liked sweets that much, she stated as much, that no, she didn't really like them, but she would use it for a memorial offering, and realized that damn it all, it didn't matter how she acted, apparently she was "charming", as the Twins put it.

Tamaki's reaction was just far too over the top though, and she discreetly set aside the plethora of treats when he wasn't looking; she didn't need that much, it was a waste of money, and she definitely didn't want to increase her debt even more today!

Then came in a new girl – and oh her reaction to Tamaki-senpai was perfect! Ahaha! If Haruhi hadn't had so much composure, she would be rolling with laughter, both at the new girl's words and at Tamaki's ridiculously despairing reaction – good, it was true and he deserved it!

Although, watching Kyōya-senpai stare – almost dumbfounded – at the girl boldly embracing him was pretty funny too.

Haruhi wasn't worried about how things appeared though, even when miss Renge commented boldly that she was Kyōya-senpai's fiancee: Kyōya-senpai thrived on control and dominance, and for all her shy mannerisms, it was apparent that this girl wasn't one to be easily led to where anyone else wanted her to go in any situation. Granted, Haruhi wasn't either, not by normal people, but Kyōya-senpai was the exception, as with Kyōya-senpai she simply wanted to stop having to think and decide and be an adult; she wanted him to take the reins because sometimes, ever since she met him, the pressure was far too much. School, grades, her home life, the Host Club – she just! Needed, needed, someone else to take control and lead her where they wanted – but only Kyōya-senpai.

Besides, her most beloved senpai was not the kind of person who would start a liaison with someone else when already in any sort of relationship like that; the girl was lying, or more likely, it was wishful thinking she was determined to fulfill.

Meanwhile, his heat-filled glance to Haruhi told her exactly where she stood. He would put up with the girl for now, but the moment thing stopped being profitable he was going to disillusion her. It was enough to nearly make her smile. This could be fun, for once.

Watching Haruhi blandly interact with Hoshakuji Renge was wonderful; she had known straight away that things weren't how they seemed, and her innocent bewilderment at Hoshakuji's explanation of his supposedly real self was amusing. She had caught on even before he could pull her aside and reassure her – apparently, Haruhi wasn't the jealous or insecure type. That was indeed delightful to know.

As he clearly laid out the situation he caught Haruhi slyly glancing at him, as if asking him to egg her own ideas on, which he did immediately with a slight nod and a slight smirk. He would have to reward her later. She could have made things very difficult indeed if she had reacted with jealousy or insecurity, but instead she was playing along, and even intending to take things further; likely by simply being her blunt, unassuming self and letting the wicked streak he had been encouraging to grow out to play,

Ah, what a delightful pet.

As he informed Tamaki that this was the daughter of an important – and wealthy – client, he saw the King's spirits droop, but Haruhi was busy welcoming Renge to the club. What a good girl!

When they finally closed for the day, Kyōya went off in a different direction from the rest of them, claiming he had something to do (well, he did, so it wasn't even as if he was pushing the boundaries of the truth), and Haruhi obediently followed a bit behind him, letting him push her into an alcove and gasping as he covered her mouth with his; nipping at her lower lip, tangling his tongue with hers, and pushing his hard body against her pliable one. Growling softly as he pulled away, he murmured, "Good girl, pet. You know where you belong, don't you?"

Haruhi moaned softly as Kyōya-senpai mauled her mouth, and panted as she formulated a response, finally managing to say, "Ah, y-yes, Kyōya-senpai! Haruhi is yours, and belongs to you and with you no matter what."

He seemed immensely pleased with her response, as he attacked her mouth again, hands caressing her sides, making her knees week as he dominated her body like this. It was almost too much to handle, it felt so good, and she felt so small and so wanted when she was with him. It didn't matter one bit to Haruhi that their relationship made little logical sense, that it was in many ways undefined, because she lived for the moments like this; where she was submitting to his control and obedient to his wishes. He manipulated her situation, yes, but he also manipulated her body, as seen when his hands slid up under her blazer and shirt, tugging the button down shirt free from her trousers so he could splay large hands and elegant fingers over her stomach, making her breath come in harsh gasps and pants, making her mewl and moan.

She loved how he could make her melt, how he could dominate and control her, not just her debt, but her body and emotions. Haruhi was already desperately fond of Kyōya, and while she never expected to be more significant than his pet, she could adore him with all of her being – that was alright, wasn't it? To love without being loved back? Oh it had to be, but even if it wasn't, it wasn't like Haruhi could change her feelings and her desires.

It wasn't like she wanted to, no matter how wrong they might be.

When Kyōya-senpai pulled away she made a desolate noise but he shushed her and said something that made her heart fill with butterflies. "You're mine, Haruhi, all of you, but I'm yours too. I have no interest in being with anybody else."

She gasped and pushed closer to him, clinging to him happily. Senpai was hers too! They were exclusive!

He stroked her hair for a while before he pressed a kiss to her forehead and left with a whispered promise of more the next day, and she eventually left as well; he had things to do and so did she. Tomorrow would be a new day with new troubles.

Even though neither of them were up for or into this new situation at all – Renge was obnoxious as hell, and annoying to boot – it did have some positive properties. Such as when Haruhi took a bite of a cookie, and they silently got permission from Kyōya-senpai – because touching his things without his permission was somewhere even the twins were not so bold as to go – to torture Tamaki-senpai. Hikaru and Kaoru watched as Haruhi-kun was completely immune to their boyish, seductive charms, as she blandly blinked at them and commented that they could have just told her about the crumbs, and if they'd wanted to try a cookie, she was holding them right there. They weren't sure if she was overreacting her under-reaction or not, but knew she truly didn't care, for sure.

Neither twin was into the dominance game, not when it came to real life, anyway, although playing so was very fun and did get their customers going something fierce; so they knew that what attracted Haruhi-kun to Kyōya-senpai was something they could not touch. Haruhi would remain oblivious to anyone, and not react to the touch of anybody else but Kyōya-senpai, which meant that – so long as he gave permission – they could torture the idiot-king by doting affection and seduction on her all they wanted!

If it had actually bothered Haruhi-kun, they wouldn't have done it – not necessarily for her benefit, but because it would absolutely infuriate Kyōya-senpai, and nobody wanted that; nobody – but as they didn't actually have any kind of feelings for Haruhi-kun that way, she didn't actually care. Unlike her reaction to Tamaki-senpai casually touching her.

Glee!

Although seriously, basketball players? A shota-bully? What kind of an absolute idiot was Renge? This was just going to aggravate everyone involved. Especially Haruhi! Although she looked like she might enjoy playing along just to see Renge's crash when it ended. Laid back their classmate may be, but she was vindictive when encouraged by Kyōya-senpai sometimes, and not even mentioning the fact that Renge was doing all this to orbit around Haruhi's owner.

Oh well. Kyōya-senpai would put a halt to it when there was no more profit to be made.

Haruhi watched on as Kyōya-senpai – who was well and truly irritated, if not rightfully furious, at the fact that any actual violence had been present involving a club member – smashed the camera lens with a large rock. She noticed that it was only the lens he smashed, meaning they would still have a sellable product, and smiled slightly. Even when he was upset, Kyōya-senpai still had his priorities in place.

Then he gave Renge-san a very brief verbal evisceration, and Haruhi explained to her distraught classmate that it was best to learn to like people by watching them and learning their real personalities – Renge-san had ignored her earlier when she tried to tell the otaku girl that judging people based on stereotypes just wasn't the thing to do, but maybe now she would listen.

She flushed slightly at the look of approval Kyōya-senpai shot to her, and hoped she was in for another reward like the one she had gotten yesterday.

Kaoru and Hikaru sidled up to Kyōya-senpai, asking him if the new situation with Renge-the-annoying fawning over his Haruhi was okay, but the self-satisfied smirk on his face made them realize that somehow, the cunning Shadow King had planned this – now there was even less of a chance of their idiot-king figuring out the reality around him, and Haruhi would have a female friend in such a way that it would just upset Tamaki-senpai more.

That was perfect! Kyōya-senpai was brilliant!