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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 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. ]

[mantiger]

[Unfortunately for either of them, they're not acting like rational young adults today.

He's feeling a little breathless when she says it like that, though. And when she grabs his hands, he lets out a bit of a yelp, but he's easily dragged along. Of course, he's not going to strip his pants down just yet to avoid... tripping.

But once they're not moving anymore, he can't help but stare a little breathlessly the moment she removes the cardigan.]

[respring]

[ She stops just long enough to open her door and make sure he's following her.

It's a cute, pink bedroom with a fluffy bed, which she will push him back onto as soon as he gets close enough. She moves to start taking her blouse off, but--nah, she wants him to do that, later, so she only steps out of her underwear before crawling up beside him. ]

[mantiger]

[He sure is following her loyally without any question. When he's pushed back onto the bed though and notices that she was going to take off her blouse but then stops herself halfway, he has to ask--] Do you want me...?

[respring]

...yes. Please undress me.

[ She's anticipating that he might fumble a little, but she won't mind. ]

you saw nothing shhhh

[mantiger]

[He's absolutely going to fumble, but he sure is going to make an attempt to... not screw up as he reaches to the hem of her blouse to pull it over her head. That should be okay, right? He's trying his best.]

Syaoran just can't resist them Sakuras

[respring]

[ It gets caught on her nose, because of course it does. She just laughs.]

...you can go a little slower, you know.

[ excuse her while she repositions his hands ]

he can't

[mantiger]

Ah-

[Oh, right.

Let's slow down a bit as he slows down a bit-]

I might need your help a little bit, though.

[-because sleeves.]

[respring]

Mmm.

[ IT'S FINE, she lifts her arms in time and it thankfully does not snag on anything else. Wasn't quite the hands-all-over feeling she wanted, but it'll do.

The fact that he doesn't know what he's doing at all is, thankfully, more endearing than it is exasperating....she's not making him take off her bra, though, they'd be here all day. So she just unclips it herself and tosses it along with her shirt.

Sakura puts her hands on his shoulders, tilting her head in question. ]

Are you...okay with taking off yours?

[ Since he seemed a little wary about that earlier. ]