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[mantiger]

[Sometime in the late afternoon, there will be a ring of the doorbell for Sakura. If she opens it, there will be a young man no older than eighteen in rather formal clothes. What she might also notice is that there seems to be a collar strapped around his neck and is also holding a closed and sealed envelope in his hands as well, handing it to her wordlessly.

The seal acts as a bit of a light hypnotic spell in a way and opening it creates a 'contract' between the boy in front of her, and she will recognize it as such at that very moment. Of course, it's very different from a contract between a Master and a Servant in a Holy Grail War - there's no need to provide mana or anything like that, after all.

It's only once it's opened that the light in Atsushi's two toned colored eyes, which looked practically empty before, almost hollow, comes back. There's still something about the way he seems to look at her that isn't entirely there, but it's... a little better than just moments prior.

In the letter, it reads:]

To the beautiful new Master:

You have now recieved a brand new servant - one that will obey your every whim but especially those sexual in nature. ❤

Of course, there are a few things that you should know:

1. Your new servant's name is 'Atsushi Nakajima'. Of course, you may refer to him however you wish. And he will refer to you as his master, or anything you'd like!
2. He has a special ability that turns him into a tiger, but can also just turn some of his limbs into a tiger form, if you'd wish.

If you have any further questions, feel free to ask him. He's all yours now! Good luck.

[Hm.

Well then.]

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[mantiger]

[He's a tiger protagonist with anxiety, what can you say.

But his dual colored eyes fix on hers, because while she might not be saying anything at first, body language is literally everything. And from what he can tell, there is an obvious enjoyment to be shown here.

Which is enough to make Atsushi smile, content.]

Right there, then.

[He keeps his hand in the position that she keeps it at.]

That's where you like it, Sakura-san?

[respring]

[ Hi5, Soosh.............. ]

Y-Yes, that's it...

[ Eye contact is a little hard for her right now, but she'll try. After a point, she starts moving a bit on her own, trying to rock his hand herself. ]

...um, this is a little embarrassing, but, I-- [ he can probably tell, with how she's shuddering and making tiny keening noises, but Ye Queen of Thirst both gets turned on easily and gets off easily. She kind of wanted this to last longer, but it's not like she can't ask him to do something else, later. Right? ]

[mantiger]

[It might be difficult, but do your best, Sakura... Although when she starts to move herself and even admits that she's almost at the point of climax. He stops himself from moving, although if she still wants to keep going, then he won't stop her. But...] It's okay, Sakura-san. I'm not going to judge you for finishing quickly. Honestly... [He smiles again, but there's something pitiful behind it. Almost as if there's something painful there.] I'm just glad that I'm able to do something like this to satisfy you, to begin with.

[respring]

[ She really doesn't have a coherent response to that last part. What should she even say to that? Her words get choked up in her throat, anyway.

But no, no, no, that won't do. She takes his hand again and pushes it to move in the same direction. Keep going, gosh. She can feel it, she's breathing heavy, just a bit more--

To Sakura's continued embarrassment, she comes very suddenly and with a drawn-out groan. She slaps a hand over her mouth, but too late. Her body shudders and jerks in place, legs clamping over his hand.

...honestly she's feeling too mortified to too look him in the eye again. So she shuts her eyes, riding the waves out against his fingers. ]

A...Atsushi-san...?

[mantiger]

[There's a bit of a surprised noise when Sakura takes his hand once again and his breath catches in his throat, letting her take control of it all. But he can hear her heavy breathing and Atsushi knows that she's getting close, so he finds himself holding his breath when she finishes, his face turning a beet red as when all's said and done. Even if this is what he was meant to do, he's still...] Y-Yes?! [Okay, his voice pitched a little high and nervous right there, even as they're still so close like this.]

[respring]

Um...

[ hm! awkward!

Sakura shivers a little and lets go of his hand. Right. He. Probably doesn't want her to keep holding it down there.

It was sort of a non-sequitur mumble of his name, she realizes, when she doesn't have anything to tell him right now.

Hm. What does she do, right now?

She's just gonna. Lay her head on his shoulder for bit. ]

[mantiger]

[It... sure is pretty awkward, isn't it? He does move his hand away even if he isn't exactly sure what he should do. Instead he just glances away a little before she finally lays her head on his shoulder, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it's kind of nice and comforting, actually. Enough for him to lean up against it a bit, smiling a bit in what seems to be a rather relaxed manner.] ... If there's anything else I can do for you, Sakura-san. Let me know. [His words are earnest, if anything.]

[respring]

[ Sakura just tucks her legs up on the couch and curls up on him.

Look. She didn't think post-climax warm fuzzies were a thing but apparently they are. And Atsushi is......soft. ]

I...I'm fine, right now. That, um...that was nice.

[ another cheek smooch

But more importantly: ]

But, ah...what about you? I mean, do you want me to--you know? Reciprocate?

[mantiger]

[He doesn't mind being curled up like this at all, but who knows if that's because of the tiger, the spell or otherwise. A true mystery. Atsushi smiles a little bitterly before shaking his head.] You don't have to go out of your way to do something like that for someone like me, Sakura-san. . . [He's not saying no, but he isn't exactly saying yes, either.]

[respring]

I-It's really not going out of my way. I don't mind. And you're, um...if you're...doing this for me, it's really not fair if you don't...get something out of it, too.

[ putting a hand on his chest s l o w l y ]

[mantiger]

If you're really okay with me, then...

[He'd really like that.]

[respring]

[ a smile ]

I am. Otherwise...I wouldn't have asked you to touch me.

[ trailing her hand down lower, lower ]

[mantiger]

[Well, if she's actually going lower, Sakura might notice that his stomach seems to be skinny? Like he doesn't seem to be well toned, actually.]

I suppose that's true.

[respring]

[ huh. She pegged him as a slightly more muscly type. But whatever. She just smiles again and tosses a few couch pillows aside so she can gently push him into a laying position. Of course, it's a couch, so there's not a lot of room, meaning she ends up mostly leaning over him.

Funny how the embarrassment disappears when the topic isn't her, specifically.

Her hand flutters around his stomach, trailing down again, and she starts fiddling his belt, waiting for a reaction. ]

[mantiger]

[It's... honestly kind of weird, considering that his tiger parts have muscle, but Atsushi himself doesn't. But when he's pushed down onto the cushions, he lets out a bit of a surprised yelp. Even more so when she starts to mess with his belt.] Ah- Sakura-san-- [His voice comes out a little strangled and his cheeks redden, but he sure isn't stopping her.]

[respring]

Hmm? Is there something you want me to do?

[ She unfastens the buckle, using the extra space to slide a hand up under his shirt.

She has to tease him just a little. ]

[mantiger]

[Oh, no. He can't handle this sort of teasing, and it's made obvious by the choked, high pitched noise that manages to come out of Atsushi's mouth. It's enough to make his face redden out of embarrassment.] Sakura-saaaaan, don't tease me like thiiiiis! [At the very least, one can't argue that this isn't Atsushi's true personality considering just how whiny he sounds.] You were the one who said you wanted to do it, I can't just ask for it! [ATSUSHI PLEASE]

[respring]

Ah, but I think I would feel more encouraged if you did...

[ that is such a cute face, it makes her laugh. Oh she HAS to keep teasing him now.

Her free hand settles between his legs, starting to lightly grip him through the fabric. ]

[mantiger]

[Don't bully him?

He's actually pouting now especially now that she's laughing at him. What a servant.]

Ahー Sakura-san, Iー

[...]

Please. . .

[respring]

[ She gonna bully. ]

Please...what, exactly?

[mantiger]

[RUDE!!!! He doesn't deserve this at all which is why a bit of a snippy comment comes from him.] Please stop teasing me, Sakura-san. I might be your servant, but that doesn't mean you should do this to me. . . [Atsushi. She's the one in charge here, she has the right.]

[respring]

[ There's a flicker of uncertainty on her face that's basically '........he has a point, am I being mean?' but then it morphs back into a smile. ]

If you keep insisting that you're my servant, that just means I can treat you like one, right? So...what do you want? Tell me.

[mantiger]

What- [For a second he's about to protest, almost as if the spell had washed away. He's about to argue, say that 'what I want doesn't matter', but those words die in the back of his throat when she asks the question again and follows it up with an immediate direct command. Tell me.] I want you to screw me. [The words are crude, but they get his point across.] I want Sakura-san to please me just as much as I pleased her as a reward. I'm your servant though, so you really don't... [His wants aren't important in comparison to hers. But he can't help but say them regardless.]

1/2

[respring]

[ oh no.............did he take her seriously...........Sakura falters for a few seconds, because she honestly expected more protesting and embarrassed stammering. ]

[respring]

[ Maybe she should back off. Maybe she should climb off of him, go take a cold shower, and come back to this when she's feeling more like a rational young adult before this goes in a really weird direction.

But she does not, because holy fuck that's hot. ]

...if you say it like that, I can't refuse.

[ She does climb off of him and she does stand up, but then she grabs his hands to tug him upwards, too. ]

Not--not out here, though.

[ Motioning over her shoulder as she strides away. Her bedroom is right down the hall. As she walks, she tugs off her cardigan and tosses it aside. Hurry up. ]