The door clicked shut behind Ren with finality, the guard's footsteps fading down the hallway. Silence settled… heavy, charged.
His smile dropped instantly.
His jaw tightened, tongue flicking over his canine like a lion tasting the air. He tilted his head, eyes sliding down to Aiko's bare thighs peeking out under the hem of her top. "Now…" His voice dropped lower, smooth like whiskey. "Where were we, princess?"
Aiko's eyes widened slightly. "R-Ren, wait—"
But she didn't mean it.
Not really.
He scooped her up without warning, cradling her against his chest like a bride, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck—like second nature. "You smiled at him," Ren muttered, more to himself, not meeting her gaze. "So wide… like I wasn't standing right there."
Aiko blinked. "He's just a classmate—!"
"You smiled," he repeated, pushing the door to her bedroom open with a sharp kick.
Before she could answer, he had already laid her down against the bed. His mouth crashed onto hers, kissing her with a hunger that was less about lust and more about possession. His fingers tangled in her hair, the other hand trailing down her thigh with a slow, deliberate grip that made her whimper.
One kiss turned into two, into five, into countless.
Clothes tossed carelessly.
Sheets tangled.
Her mind? Gone. Absolutely gone.
And that's exactly what he wanted.
"You shouldn't let others see you like this," he said, crawling over her slowly. "Not when you look so… tempting."
Her face turned away, too flustered to reply, but he tilted her chin back to face him.
His lips crashed into hers again, deep and heated. It was no longer a tease. He kissed her like he was starving. Hands roamed beneath her shirt—his fingers hot against her skin, coaxing sighs and soft gasps from her.
Aiko's legs tangled with his, and the blankets wrapped around them like vines. Every motion was a blur of need. The bed creaked beneath their shifting weight, breaths growing quicker, messier. The air in the room turned warm, thick with desire and the unmistakable intimacy of what was unfolding.
One round became two.
Two blurred into three.
And by the time Ren finally slowed down, Aiko lay underneath him completely undone—eyes half-lidded, body trembling with overstimulation, her voice a broken whisper of his name over and over again.
Exactly the way he wanted her.
He pulled the blanket up over her bare form, gently tucking it around her shoulders. She curled into his chest like muscle memory, and he kissed her forehead, whispering low promises in her ear.
"You did good, my girl…"
"You're mine, always mine…"
Aiko, overwhelmed and breathless, drifted off to sleep with a tired hum, her body relaxing completely in his arms.
Ren stayed beside her for a while.
Then his gaze shifted.
The photo frame on the bedside table caught the dim glow of the lamp.
Daiki Himura. Her father. His master.
Ren stared at the frozen image of the man who had once given him everything—shelter, trust, purpose.
And whom he had destroyed in return.
A shadow passed through his eyes. Not fear. Not sorrow. But something more complicated.
Guilt.
It still lived in him, somewhere deep, clawing at the inside of his chest when he let his guard down. Tonight was no different. Holding Daiki's daughter in his arms, tangled in sheets still warm from sin—it made the shame pulse stronger for a moment.
He exhaled.
Fingers brushing over the frame, Ren stared for a long time, unreadable.
Then, quietly, he turned the photo face down on the table.
As if that act alone could bury what he had done. As if guilt could be silenced the same way he silenced Daiki—with his own hands, with lies, And, with time.
Aiko murmured something in her sleep and pressed closer to him.
Ren finally lay back, pulling her into his chest. The guilt… it would return. It always did.
But not tonight.
Tonight, she was his.
And Daiki? Dead men didn't get to judge.
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