Sesillian dragged me all the way back to my room, his grip firm, his movements deliberate. When we reached the door, he held out his hand and demanded the key. I handed it over without a second thought, and he unlocked the door with a smooth click, guiding me inside before shutting it behind him. His demeanor softened as he led me to the bed, placing me down gently, as if I were fragile. I let my eyelids droop, pretending to drift off into sleep, all the while wondering—what would he do now that I seemed vulnerable? The effects of the aphrodisiac he’d made me drink were starting to seep into my body, making my senses sharper, my skin more sensitive.
“Now then…” he murmured, his voice low and deliberate. Then he leaned closer, his breath ghosting over my skin, and said, “Please, Sir Faust, open your eyes.”
A strange energy washed over me, a power that felt like it was trying to wrap around my mind. Was he attempting to hypnotize me? It sure felt like it, the air around us thickening with his intent.
I forced my eyes open, fixing my gaze on him, catching the sly smirk playing at the edges of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“I honestly never considered this, but…” he whispered, letting his tongue slowly trace his lips. “I never thought the owner of the Leonamon would be a man. Figured, with all those female employees, that the owner would be a woman too. Looks like I was wrong.”
His hands moved to his clothes, and he started undressing with a slow, practiced ease. His voice changed, turning soft and high-pitched—feminine.
“I’ve never had to do this before, you know?” he continued, his tone now teasing, sultry. “Men usually just flock to me, eager for it. Guess they’ve got a taste that matches mine. But with you, since you don’t share that, it seems I’ll have to use… let’s say, a more aggressive approach.”
It struck me then—while he was trying to charm me, he was turning into a woman right in front of me. I suppose he was using this little trick of his to get what he wanted.
“Now… how about we get started?”
His voice dripped with a seductive edge, but no matter how hard he tried, it wasn’t going to work on me. Sure, my brain might’ve been reacting to the illusion that he was a woman, but I knew better. I knew what he really was, and that knowledge kept me firmly grounded in reality.
He climbed on top of me, his weight pressing down, but the sensation of him… it was undeniably feminine. It wasn’t just about what I could see—every sense, even touch, made it feel like he was truly a woman. I guess this was how he twisted the minds of those he brainwashed, making them believe in the illusion completely. This skill, Charm, really was something else. A small part of me wished he actually was a woman—at least then, I might’ve been able to appreciate it. But thinking about it, something like Charm was pretty twisted. I’d rather win over the women I want without relying on mind games or manipulation, you know?
“I’m planning on a grand entrance to show the world the greatness of the Darkness, but a little detour like this won’t hurt,” Sesillian said, a smug edge to his voice.
Now that Sesillian was straddling me, one thing was painfully clear: I couldn’t dominate men. That much was obvious now.
Before he could make a move, though, a knock echoed from the door.
“Master?”
Luckily, she showed up right before Sesillian could do anything. Not that I would’ve let him get away with it anyway.
“Tsk…” Sesillian clicked his tongue, his frustration seeping through. He quickly pulled on his clothes and hid himself inside the closet.
“Are you there, Master?” the voice asked again.
I stayed silent, and after a moment, the person on the other side decided to unlock the door themselves. Amon stepped in, wearing something out of the ordinary for her—a dress. It was a shift from her usual attire, but given that she was technically the co-owner of Leonamon, it made sense. Even though she had insisted on playing the role of my maid here.
“I came to report that your date is already waiting out front, but it looks like you’re exhausted. I’ll let you rest for now. Oh, and by the way, I think we’ll bring your date up here to settle in for a bit—she’s a little nervous. I’ll be back in a moment to lead them here.”
With that, Amon exited the room. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Sesillian emerged from the closet, his irritation still simmering.
He shot me one last look, a mix of irritation and something else in his eyes, before heading out the door. He shut it with a bit more force than necessary, the thud reverberating through the room. As soon as he was gone, I pushed myself up from the bed.
Three of my Shadows slipped down from the ceiling, landing silently on the floor. They’d been keeping watch above the entire time.
“Looks like Sesillian’s got something planned for tonight,” I said, turning to Sandra, whose hair was longer than usual, cascading down her back.
“Yes, Master. It pisses me off, the way he tried to pull that on you, but since it’s part of the mission, I had to grit my teeth and endure it,” Sandra replied, her voice tinged with frustration.
“That’s good, Sandra,” I nodded, then glanced at the other two Shadows. “You two, make sure no one enters this room for a while. Understood?”
The two Shadows exchanged a quick glance before nodding back at me. Without another word, they vanished from sight, blending into the shadows like they were never there.
Sandra’s face flushed as she realized what I had in mind, a knowing glint in her eyes.
“I’m feeling pretty worn out right now, so how about you take charge this time?” I asked.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, her breath hitching slightly. Her pupils dilated, shifting into heart-shaped marks, a clear sign of her eagerness. With deliberate slowness, she let her dark clothing slide off her shoulders and pool onto the ground, revealing her toned, naked body, every inch of her on display just for me.
