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[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. β€
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.]
you saw nothing shhhh
That should be okay, right?
He's trying his best.]
Syaoran just can't resist them Sakuras
...you can go a little slower, you know.
[ excuse her while she repositions his hands ]
he can't
[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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But when she asks that question, her hands on his shoulders... he tenses up a bit.]
If... that's what you want, that's fine, but-- [...] My figure really isn't...
[It's not great.]
You might not want to see it.
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Please don't think I'm that shallow. I honestly can't think of anything that would make me dislike what your "figure" looks like.
[ at the moment she's picturing...what, him being dangerously skinny? having a bunch of weird tattoos? but still. ]
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[...]
Okay. If-- if you really want to see it, then, I'll show you. If that's what you want.
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I'd...really rather not be the only one without my clothes on, so...
[ and that. that too.
Sakura gives him a gentle kiss before moving to lay him back on the bed again. She's...far more skilled at removing someone else's clothes than he is, even if there's too many buttons to deal with (why is it always the buttons?), and she takes it slowly, so if he feels inclined to stop her at all, he can. ]
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[He's not going to stop her, the buttons are off, she'll immediately notice that his body does have a slim build but there's also scars along the side of his ribcage.]
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atsushi
that is nothing
She looks a little surprised when she sees the scars, but only because she was expecting something worse. Her expression smoothes over into a pacifying one, though, because judging by his reaction, something bad must have happened for him to get those scars in the first place. ]
...you look fine, Atsushi-san.
[ smiiiiiile. There's no hint of bullshitting or fakeness in her tone. She really does think he looks fine. ]
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But his two-toned eyes seem to widen a bit in surprise when her expression seems to relax into something placating.
Ah.]
Um. . . t-thank you, Sakura-san.
[But now he's red because he didn't expect that at all, what the fuck.]
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Is my reaction that strange? That's a shame.
[ some scars is nothing!!! at all!! god why is he so cute look at his goddamn face
She leans in close. ]
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[He certainly didn't.
Although he's definitely flushing when Sakura leans in close. Um.]
Sakura-san?
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She leans in even closer, chest pressing against his, and whispers ]
Please tell me exactly what you want me to do. I don't want to disappoint you.
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Maybe it's the way that he can feel her breasts on his chest or how she whispers unnecessarily in his ear even if it's only the two of them - in a way that's a little sultry and honestly? Rather alluring, too. ]
Iβ Sakura-san. Whatever you want to do won't disappoint me. I promise.
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Alright. I can be a little rough, so let me know if it...gets a bit much.
[ and then she sits up, puts her weight on his pelvis. She moves her hips enough to gauge his reaction. ]
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Who knows.]
I'll be fineβ
[Atsushi does let out a surprised noise when he starts to move her hips, his cheeks lit up.]