17 years later

Spring finally lingers in the air as the shiny bright sun coming out from the quantity of grey clouds covering as the flowers began to blossom beautifully.

What a beautiful time to be alive.

And what a beautiful time to do a big celebration in the Eternal Paradise temple.

The birth of the founder.

The whole followers gather around in one large area in the outdoors of the temple, chattering and moving around in excitement as they await for their finest leader they look up to.

Another year of their leader's special day.

They don't know how long their leader will come out but they know they are growing more excitement as the thought of seeing their leader in person without having any appointments being made. This is the only day of a year they can see him freely. They are gonna have him all to themselves.

"When is Douma-Sama gonna come out? I really want to see him!" One of the follower said with a bright look on his face.

"Perhaps he's must be getting ready for his celebration. Don't rush him!"

"It'a the leader's special day! He should have all the time he needs!"

The chattering continue to grow, and more people began to join in. Patiently waiting for their great leader. Unaware one of the servants had walk up the large porch with his arms behind his back.

Suddenly they heard a loud voice in front indicating them to look front.

"Good morning all Eternal Paradise! Please Settle down!" Hisashi clapped his hand with a big smile on his face.

The rest of the followers soon closed their lips, fixing their postures and carefully listening to what their leader's servant have to say.

"I'm glad for all your gathering for Douma-Sama's celebration of his birth! He would be truly pleased for you all to come on his great day! He's knows you have been standing out there for a while but he's thankful for your finest patience as he's getting ready for his celebration. Before we began, if you all
have gifts for him, it must be handed him one by one in a form of a organized line. Once he receives all the gifts, that's when the celebration begins. Before the gifting giving, he will greet of all us and give us his blessings." Hisashi cleared his throat. He steps aside revealing the entrance he came from, bowing down as he's closing his eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, children and elderlies our gracious leader....."

A tall young man with a moderately toned and muscular body. Walking down the long corridor to the outdoor entrance with his long dark cloak covering around his shoulders, following him against the tatami floor. The two lengths of purple and black cloth with a rectangular pattern hanging around his neck. In a blood-red turtleneck that appear the section between his neck and upper chest is covered by a black substance, dripping slightly down his body. His ribbons attached to his black crown moves swiftly as he walks. Giving out a huge smile spread across his face.

He slowly stepped out and make his way to his entrance.

"Douma-Sama!"

The large crowd immediately bowed down to the ground respectively the moment he walked up front.

Douma roamed his rainbow eyes on the huge gathering, letting out a hum of amusement. Grinning.

You all are so undeniably desperate.

He brought out his arm from his long cloak then raised his arm for them to rise up. They all obliged.

"I'm thankful for you all to come on this very special day." He clapped both his hands together. "As you all know today is the day I was born. The same day my parents have brought me to this lovely world, the same day the God's and Buddha's gave me my rainbow orbs, and the same day I have spiritual connections with. Thanks to them, they gave me a purpose: to guide all of my loyal and loving followers to paradise. No longer you will suffer from your own pain as long as I am here!" Douma said with a fake pride tone in his voice. "You guys gave me a purpose! It became more meaningful than I hoped for as I've been the leader for Eternal Paradise cult. For a while I've been doing my duty ever since I was a child. A young little boy with a bright future ahead in his life with only goal is to bring you all to paradise. I will make sure none of you are unhappy whether it's from yourself, your past, traumatic experiences, illness or any sort of things; I will be here for all of you." Douma said softly at the end, making sure to do his speech without making a straight face.

The enthusiastic crowd let out noise of full adoration, throwing their praises at him along with loud claps.

So noisy.

Douma raised his hand again, motioning for all them to settle down.

"Because of my achievements, majority of my old followers have actually found peace within themselves. Even left the temple in their own because they have confidence enough to to go out in the big world without any interference! I'm truly am grateful for what my great work has brought to them. It proves what my gifted power can be do for those in need. Thanks the ones above." Douma let out a let out a small light laugh knowing the real reasons why they "left".

"I'm grateful being born into this fine world. I would like to thank my dear parents for bringing me to life. Especially the first and former Eternal Paradise leader, Kazue, who established this organization in the first place. Sadly, they are no longer with us in this world. But let's not forget them! Because of them, I'm here and saving lives of my be loving followers. They done their job for me to follow my path without hesitation. I know they must be real proud of how I am now up in the great heavens!" Douma lied, knowing in the inside there was no any sadness in him when talking about his parent's death. Even knowing how it happened. He still didn't care about his parents nor find their deaths be heartbreaking. When his parents killed each other, he was neither shocked or petrified. The moment he first saw two bloody bodies lying on the green tatami floor after his mother found out his father had been sleeping with the female followers. He felt annoyed as their blood made the room stuffy. He remembers the massive but irritating blood stains all over the chamber.

Well that is something he should've forget since the wretched foul odor was upsetting his little nostrils. Almost making him hurl, immediately got himself out for fresh air then send couple of his servants to cleaned it up.

"Let's celebrate this cherish memorable day! You guys go have all the fun you deserve, let your heart be full content! This is the day we all should enjoy. We will celebrate my birth for the entire day and night until it hits to midnight." With that, the big celebration began as everyone began to say their thanks and went ahead to form a organized line to properly give their gifts right to their leader's hands, one by one.

As the gifts people given to their one and only leader, everyone scattered around, enjoying the delicious feast, talking to one another in a small group, parents allowing their children to run and play freely around, and other eventful things had occurred.

Although everyone is having the time of their lives, Douma must be the only who doesn't enjoy it.

Not because he doesn't enjoy his birthday. He doesn't give a damn about it.

It can be so annoying to do these types things especially in large gatherings.

It's just another plain day for him. Nothing really special.

The irritating part when his followers taking the opportunity of his day by surrounding him as they're trying to get his attention or talk to him. Wishing him a great birthday, giving their gratitudes for his leadership, hopes of promises, seeking them peace and so on. Since he's wide open without staying in the temple or need any appointments to see his members.

Of course Douma has to pretend to follow along with them as he's having conversations with them. Giving them his signature smiles that his followers foolishly fell for including with his charismatic attitude giving out his wise words.

"Douma-Sama! It's a real honor meeting you here in person! Although we already had our meeting the other day but you know what I mean!" Said the middle aged follower by his left.

"I'm glad." Douma said.

"Yeah! This is the only day where you are free from all your meetings. Especially rarely coming out during the day instead of night just to see us! What a great and thoughtful leader we have!" Said another by his right side.

"We love your work, Douma-Sama!"

"What a devoted sovereign we have!"

Ahh it's too crowded.

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As the clear freshening sunny day went all the way to the night time, the festival is still going on.

Everyone are still having such times of their lives.

The celebration finally looks festive under the dark blissful sky with endless stars spread out entirely.

The night made it look more delightful above everything else.

That's one thing Douma find good about his celebration.

Walking around as he gently passing through his fellow members with a quick wave or a shot of smile to couple of his followers as they greet their gracious leader. Hearing all the loud chatters, people clinging to one another as they gulping down in the fancy meals or beverages as well participating in some activities that they found to be entertaining.

Douma couldn't bring himself to be involved in of those things. Sure it's his birthday but none of them would make his day be intriguing. Or unable to celebrate with his followers.

He doesn't like doing celebrations at all. Nor doing it with his followers yet they seemed to enjoy it so why not keep doing them.

Sometimes he wishes the celebration could at least be better. 

But

In his surroundings, the golden lanterns shines throughout brightly in this temple, creating a warm and bright ambiance as opposed to gloomy and unattractive spaces. However, the full moon was brighter. He couldn't help but to stare toward the white glowing moon with fawn.

He really loves the night.

He suddenly heard children playfully shouting and screaming through the spacious area in the corner where not much people are at. He followed where their noises are coming from and not too far from his distance sees two small children running after each other. They planted a wider smile planted on their lips as laughters escapes from their throats.

He blinked his eyes.

He took couple steps forward, looking at the sight that made the pit of his stomach an uneasy tension. He doesn't know if it has something to do with a sliced of caramelized roast beef he ate not so long ago.

He recognizes the two children once he got a clear view.

Ah. Mai-Chan and Hizue-Kun looks like they're playing around.

He took another look at the little running duos and nodded, "Tag I see. A physical type of activity for children to chase each other until one is 'it' as they grasp intuitively to stay active for their life. Suitable game for the super simple minded ones."

Seeing them running around made Douma longing tender for a wistful remembrance.

He sees the little boy accidentally pushes the little girl's back, resulting her to fell forward and landed on the stone ground. Causing her to released couple of sobs.

Also this game can lead to physical injury if not play lightly.

He doesn't see the parents of Mai since they haven't shown up to their crying daughter right away. Must be drinking to their hearts out.

He decided to headed toward them and comfort the little one and tell the boy to be much more gentle next time but he stop his tracks at what he had witnessed.

His eyes widened.

The little boy went up to his little friend, kneel a bit then wrapped his small arms around her. Cradling her in a comforting way. Helping to calm her down, her cries had stopped as she's already forgotten the small pain she endured from the fall. She even hugged him back.

This....

Looking at the sight have him being in the moment. His head is getting dizzy.

He quickly look away, not wanting to look another second at the display the children had put.

The sort of display had him experience something he couldn't understand. He knows he had done it before but he couldn't put a finger of what's the meaning of this. Bringing him back in time that was supposed to be forgotten. It somewhat...longing or yearning. Whatever the experience is, it's making this scene both beautiful and sorrowful.

"Douma-Sama?"

Douma was brought back from his subconscious mind. He turned his attention behind and sees his old former personal servant.

"Ah Hisashi-San! It has been a while! How are you? Are you enjoying the celebration just like the others are?" He said waving his arm.

He haven't seen his old servant for weeks now. And it was when they walked by each other in the hall. Ever since his parents decided to have Hisashi no longer be his personal aid, they come up with group of servants to be in charge of Douma. He remembered he used to look young, pleasant and all cheery; now he has some wrinkles formed on his forehead along with his skin looks thinner, a bit paler as well with few pigmented spots developed on the side of his head and his chin. He represented the surpassing long-term life span of an old age. They put his old servant in cleaning duty or handle any other chores around the temple instead of arranging appointments or looking out for Douma. However, his parents are no longer gone and the tall prodigy wanted to have Hisashi to be useful for him instead of just cleaning. Although he would have other servants to do other jobs for him, he would try to make Hisashi to come around.

If he has to be honest, he prefers him over the rest of his servants.

Or anyone in the temple.

"Of course I am! It was a real splendid celebration as every other year we've been doing! Everyone are having a great time. They all gather together like one big joyful family. Which's the point of this organization anyway." Hisashi said looking around. "How about you? I see that you were roaming around through the crowd and stopped all the sudden. Is the festival going well for you?"

"It is! It's so nice for see everyone gather around and having a good time. This is an important day for all of us! Just like every year. I was so delighted to see them all happy on this very day." Douma speaks in a calm, gentle manner. Always put up with a carefree smile as he inclined his head

But the leaves are never still.

"I see." Hisashi slightly frown but went away quickly. He already notice it.

You weren't always like this.

He put up a closed eyed smile too, "I'm glad sir! You are the one made this festival the best for all of us. We truly are grateful for your existence. Thanks to you for all these years, everyone will no longer be in pain. Your birthday is a real honorable day for all us in Eternal Paradise. We don't know what we will do without you."

Douma smiles, "And I don't know what I'll do without this temple."

He lied.

Hisashi turned on his heels and was about to headed for the other direction before Douma called him out.

"Oh Hisashi before you go, can you do one favor for me?" Douma asked walked up to him.

"Yes sir! What is it I can do?" Hisashi turned around then bowed.

The tall long haired prodigy stopped in front of his bowing servant, still smiling.

"Will you tell Aimi and Emiyo to meet me in my chamber after midnight once everyone have settled into their rooms. There's some...private important meeting I want to discuss with them. It's a personal matter." Douma said with a little husk of tone at the end.

"Another private session of yours?" Hisashi asked still bowing which Douma couldn't see his face creasing.

Isn't that what he said when he wants to see Miya two nights ago?  Or Yuki last week? Lia? And Suzue as well?

A lot of...private sessions with our female members he seeks.

"I will let them know!"

"Thank you Hisashi-san."

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Once the celebration has came to the end, the entire members are heading straight to bed as they say their farewells after they helped cleaned up. They all have properly cleaned up the outdoor temple, carefully placed Douma's gifts back in his quarters and began to head back to their own for a blissful slumber.

Douma headed inside to his temple after another peaceful roaming around and observing the lovely Mother Nature with its wilderness presenting and surrounding him and his people under the beautiful night sky.

He truly loves the night.

One of his favorite hobbies. However to him, he expected something more from the night.

He doesn't know what it is though.

But it doesn't matter.

He doesn't want to go back to the temple, but he knows he have to not only meeting the two girls he requested to see but to wake up the crack of dawn to get himself ready for his upcoming meetings.

His sleep is important.

Though he couldn't fully sleep.

It's like he's some night owl.

However he doesn't get tired during the days either.

He doesn't know if it something to do with him developed a sleep disorder or....

Nah. It's too ridiculous for him.

The past was the past. I was a foolish naive little boy who only wanted to have fun that's all. That's normal thing for children to do. Even used to have such mere dreams. Dreams I should have well aware they won't come true.

Just like emotions.

I'm now more than aware of how I cannot feel emotions the same as others.

So dumb I was to be one of those dumb children to have their hopes up.

Dumb. Dumb little children....

He narrowed his eye lids. Almost touching them together.

Yeah. There's no point.

I realized now it was ridiculous for me to do those things back then.

But they all...meant nothing to me anymore.

Even that.....

He immediately stopped his thinking before the old memories came back.

My past doesn't follow me into my paradise.

It doesn't shape nor define who I am. As if there's anything meaningful I obtained in the first place.

He turned to the similar corridor that lead him to his personal praying chamber. As he slide opens the shoji door, he smells the framing aroma have freely entered his to his nostrils. He gently looks around his entire room. He would never get over how beautifully decorative his room had adapted over the years.

A group of former architectures joined in few years ago after hearing such a leader promising for paradise. When they first met him, they politely asked if they could redecorate his chamber  to make it more noble like for a leader like him to feel cozy up and a type of room that suits best for him and his gifted talent. They said his chamber has to be real meaningful.

He had no idea they obtained such a gifted of interior designers because the moment he stepped in after their work, he was in awestruck for the entire five minutes at the gorgeous new chamber!

The plain platform have turned into a canopy form style with beautiful Style white transparent curtains hung all over. Sorta like a crown but with draperies extending down to the corners of the platform. They also painted lotuses decoratively on the walls. His bean bag had been resized into a bigger one for his size. Back in the platform are the displayed of his offerings along with the new ones. He's would make a note to set out the only best gifts and perhaps thrown away some old ones as its place.

Lastly, the ground is filled with the freshly grown lotuses, surround his luxury platform and corners of the chambers. Lotuses are the symbolism of the cult and they knew it fits best to planted in their leader's chamber for his praying and meetings, They spread perfectly, making his chamber to look more exotic than it was before.

His room looks so absolutely gorgeous.

Like him.

He steps and slides both of his shoji door and headed straight to his large bean bag. Let out a sighed.

He crossed his legs on the beanbag as he alone with his thoughts.

It's the same thing over and over. Nothing new. Putting up with a sane act to keep his followers happy, motivated or keep their hopes up. That's what they came here for. He had trained himself well over the years. He knew what to say or what to do. Furthermore, he knew which tone to use and when to strain his voice to make it seem like he was holding back tears. He would give his time on them, all ears and give them his heart as he lets out suggestions or "resolutions".

It so delight to having so many people worship him. At least that's what he believes. Believes what's actually right for him.

Although he understands a bit, being a functioning member of society from the time he was born; bring people together the sense of security and peace. That's the only thing he can do here in this world. His duty lies in his responsibilities as a leader. Even his parents are gone, he kept himself inside in his temple for the longest periods in order to help every of his follower's needs to end their sufferings. The things he can do to make other people's lives better.

That's what he was taught. That's how he was raised.

That's the cycle of his life.

Makes it a meaningful path giving a true fulfillment, giving him a purpose right?

Wrong.

He doesn't sees any of this of his role as purposeful. He already knows he never have a purpose at all.

He have done this countless times for the entire of his life, unlike his followers, he's unfulfilled. The lack of intension on his relationships with others, disaffected at his work, and find himself anxiously ruminating on what the point of life is.

If having purpose means to be guided to your life goals with new adventures along the way or gives you sense of directions while create meaning, why he haven't experienced any of that?

He keeps doing his job as the leader to his people with the same outcome. The safe pitiful and pathetic ones. The same stupidity with the same gullibility of the whole worship process and their foolish beliefs this temple has.

However, he's fixated on the idea of bringing his troubled followers to "paradise" as his sole reason for being born.

He doesn't know why he wants to do that.

But he does.

He's looking forward to.

Even if he have problems understanding the emotional world and emotional driven motivations of other people. Despite talking to each of them for a long time, he couldn't comprehend.

The entire concept of emotion is completely foreign to him. He doesn't care how what they feel, think, believe or whatever it's up their minds. No remorse at all. Complete lack of empathy.

He had no real concept of the binding emotions that tied people to each other. He may insist that others are overreacting when their feelings are hurt.

Aware that this is abnormal, he compensated his empty "heart" with lies, learning to fake his emotions enough to deceive all but being the most keen observer over the years.

This inability to feel emotions has unexpectedly become an advantage for him, as this allows him to process, understand and analyze any situation he is faced with without being hampered by emotions, allowing him to easily come up with any solution for any adversary.

Even though he's unable to automatically take the perspective of others, he can deliberately take the perspective of others.

No matter how foolish it may seems.

Although just because he merely acts like he shows emotions, but he acts in hopes that one day he would actually be able to "feel". But he knows it's highly unlikely.

Knowing dreams, faith and hopes don't always come true. He had been there before and learned it in a hard way.

He let out a chucked.

From the moment his parents were gone, the temple have raised him since. Douma have adapted to his environment, made him fully well-aware of his surroundings, increasing his knowledge; knowing he will never come across any traditional values and beliefs be worthy nor that existence is senseless and useless. His point of views have gotten stronger to the point he simply rejects any objective ground of so-called truths and especially of moral truths. He truly sees there's nothing and that people who "could not accept something so simple" are naive and dumb.

However, he must carefully hide his true nature because he knows it will not be acceptable to his loving followers. Even if it means to participate in an unreal life of his he viewed.

He knows he can't leave the poor lost souls.

The temple needs him to save them. Even if his foolish followers believes they would be blessed. Worshiping and praying to him for an easier life.

He will keep helping them.

Slowly throughout the years, everyone never came to occur of what was actually broken. What was being pushed further away. Never paused to think about the consequences nor fully aware the causes and affects the damages were made. Significantly worsen an already-inflicted area over time.

No one noticed or paid attention to the pits of pieces of an already shattered glass in front of them. Not even Douma himself.

He strangely smiles.

How sad that paradise does not exist but my dearest stupid people, I will do anything to end your suffering.

That's why I was born!

Douma have an inflated view of himself. He sees himself as important and entitled. He often live according to his own rules, and believes that any morality don't apply to him. To make his followers be in peace and be a part of him, using his fake persona as he's giving them false hopes and lies to help his followers be in ease.

If it still doesn't work on any of his followers, he has another, special and secret way to end their pain.

It stops the continuation of their suffering.

He view as a only way for them be in peace.

In fact, he doesn't see the downside at all. It helps most of his followers and him.

At least they are finally in paradise.

It's so nice to see them all happy because of him.

"Free from pain. Free from experiencing horrible truths. And free from themselves. They can finally be happy in peace. They are a part of me."

Because of him, the love and friendship others share in the value created such a positive and high spirited energy surrounding the temple.

Although knowing he will never be part of it.

However at least pretending helps his followers so well.

Honestly to him can be a joyful thrill of getting away with something.

He likes it.

"Heheh."

As he was growing up, Douma became a likable influencer on the surface.

Having good conversationalists, his generous and interesting stories he made up in order to make him look good, obtaining such a superficial charm that everyone fell for.

He learned how to tell lies properly and on not only make his followers feel better but make himself look like a trustworthy Eternal Paradise leader. Including getting out of trouble. His lies are benefiting him since he find it easy to avoid confrontations with truth, hence he stick to lying. Including to prevent of any suspicious from others. Ultimately, he doesn't experience any guilt for lying to the people.

Or causing pain.

However if someone noticed his tricks, he will manipulate them. He developed a skill at getting other people to do what he want. He may play on one of his follower's guilt while lying to get someone else to do his work for him.

If it doesn't work, he will have to meet with them and have a small private discussion.

It works though.

"I wonder what foreplay we should do? Or should we go straight to it?" He looked up with his index finger and thumb rubbing his chin. "Either way I'm planning it rough."

Douma quite like to have constant action in his life and frequently want to live in the "fast lane." Consequently, he often struggle to stay engaged in dull or repetitive tasks such as doing meetings, seeing familiar people and giving them the same suggestions and answers over and over.

He sometimes be intolerant of routines.

That's why he decided to come up with things to keep himself entertained.

One of them is he would go out the night and take a nice long stroll. Since his parents are out of the picture, he is able to leave his temple freely. No supervision or servants needed. He can go by himself with or without saying where he's going as they don't want to question him. They trust him enough for him to come back. He would sometimes go to another village, town, suburban areas and one time a city to explore around, perhaps bringing souvenirs along the way.

Exploration especially at night is what he loved to do.

That and women.

There would be days he would asked one of his servants to request any female followers to meet him for a...private session.

And by private session he actually means to fuck with.

He find women intriguing.

He doesn't know specifically why they always get him fascinated in ways. Mostly behind his hakama pants.

Sex is one whim that Douma has a particularly good grasp on. It fits well into his priority of self satisfaction. He had always been blessed with good looks. So he has no problem women including his female servants saying no to him, do as he say or fall for his seductive or playful charms. Plenty of them lifted their robes, revealing their special pearls right in front of him so their gracious leader could crawl between their legs. Even the ones who first came to the temple, they would spread their legs within minutes of meeting him. He liked sex, it was a way to pass the time. On occasions, he does during in his meetings in the middle of the day to the night time. He even sometimes do more than with one woman in one room. He's a professional at seducing and getting them into bed.

Their bodies, their voices, their reactions, their pleads whether they ask him to seek paradise or more of his touches and anything else that caught his eye. His favorite were the soft ones. Ahh they truly are the best especially when it comes to sex. They trusted him with their whole life. He would corrupt them, take on advantage on their obedience and making them believe it's a way to seek paradise. Especially taking their innocence.

He perhaps understand why his father had numerous affairs with the female followers.

He also enjoyed ones with soothing voices that crack in pitch when in pleasure

Or in pain.

But only if he actually feels likes doing that kind of option.

Or finds it necessary.

Even though he slept with most of attractive women in his temple, not one stands out the most.

No affectionate. No strings attached. No bondage. At all.

He heard intercourses are great for commitment and emotional connection with the other person. Expressing love through sex for couple but sex is never an emotional or loving act for him.

He's unable to form meaningful bonds with his own followers, so there's no difference with the females.

They pretty much are boring or annoying. And too needy. But hey most of them feel good.

That matters.

After the bedding, he would ask them to dress up, clean themselves and leave his room.

He has no intention of giving them after care.

Moments have gone by until few soft knocks occurred on the shoji door, getting Douma's attention.

"Douma-Sama? It's ussss." The sound of a high but honey tone of enthusiastic he recognizes.

"It's Aimi-San and me, Emiyo-Chan!" Emiyo cheerfully announced. "You requested us?"

The tall prodigys smiles as he's resting the right side of his face on the palm of his hand onto his knee.

"Come in! Come in!"

Without hesitation the two girls slide open two doors and walk in into the luxury aroma chamber, all giddy up with excitement knowing what is exactly gonna happen. This isn't the first time they have done this with him.

Douma observe the two girls, already noticing the big content look they have on their faces and how cheeky they are. His eyes wander down and noticed their obi are almost loosely done, the silk robes are sliding down to their shoulders, revealing their creamy and smooth textures of their clear soft skins. His eyes went up to their chest and could see their upper cleavage being revealed. Clearly.

He smirked.

"You girls are already prepared before coming here huh?" He leans up in a perfect posture.

"When one of your servant told us you wanted to see us tonight, we knew right away what that meant." Aimi said with a small of blushed, moving her hips side to side.

"And it's not the first time one of us haven't come here before. Sometimes you asked for either of us or different other females. But two in one? I don't mind as long we get a chance with you." Emiyo said with her casual wide eyes that she always puts up with when she meets him. Douma already knows she actually means herself. Emiyo began twirling a strand of her long raven-wavy hair with her index finger, giving him a seductive look.

The tall prodigy could see from the corner of his eyes Aimi slowly bringing her robes further from her shoulders than they already were. She then pulls few strands of her short raven hair behind her ear anxiously.

Ahhh they will do anything to satisfied me!

The young prodigy tossed his black crown from his side then proceed to take off both his long cloak and his cloth. He folds his cloak then his cloth and sets them aside by his bean bag.

Douma took another look at them but with a wolf-hunger look in his rainbow pastel orbs. He roamed his eyes slowly on their fine curvy bodies. From their smooth legs to their ample breasts. He could feel the hardening ache sensation behind his hakama pants.

He cannot wait to hear their pleasurable screams as they're being ravished roughly underneath of him.

Especially when they both feel amazing inside.

He knows Aimi is still a quite a quiet girl ever since they were little, but when he's giving her attention, suggestions or his teasing touches, she squirms under him. She's cute when she fidgets as he touch her waist. He knows how sensitive she is. The way she gets teary when he push her a little too much is the cutest. Or the way she starts stuttering when he act friendly is a turn on. Her face as if she's ready to cry when he's inside is sexy. Her brows furrow and she looks at him like she's begging for him to stop but her body and mind says it otherwise.

Honestly, Emiyo is far by the most good in bed. Unlike Aimi, she's not the shyest in bed but rather a talkative one. With her lovely sounds as she's being pleased. She has the most outstanding hips to grip on, for his fingers to roam or to move his hips against hers. As well with her long smooth legs that he can hold onto as she wrapped around his waist while moaning so deliciously. Let's not forget about her firm chest.

She even pleased him in ways that will catch him by surprised or get him on edge right away. She's not afraid to do any of the sexual acts, seductively flirts or even teases him before and during sex. How bold she is!

Best part that she knows the rules after bedding and respects it completely, leaving his room right away without any whining or anything like most women do after he do's them.

She be the first one to do before fucking Aimi.

"Good." Douma let out a hearty chuckled before unbuckling his belt.

"You two can disrobed yourselves now. Let get this started shall we?"

A/N:

Sorry for the long update! Idk if u seen my message board but I'm in school and I'm gonna busy so the updates for not only Apathetic but also for My Problem and Last Chance will be longer—

I'm so sorry! I hope you all understands.