NIGHT-TIME can not come fast enough. My patience is so thin, that the second she falls asleep; I am already inside her head. Of all the places her imagination could have fabricated, the common room inside our dorm is the choice for tonight. It is a bit bothersome of a place to do what I am planning to do, but I can make it work.

I find myself sitting on the couch which is the very same one as in the real world. The room is dark, and I am completely alone. I use the time to search it for anything out of the ordinary. It doesn't take me long to figure out that it is the television. The screen is turned on, but with every channel I skip; it gives me nothing but static. Quite eerie, if you ask me.

Just as I am about to turn it off with one tap! of a button, the screen finally flickers back to life. My eyes widen at the sight as I feel my pulse quicken right behind my ears. The image on it has succeeded in startling me, and it is such an uncharacteristic thing to come from my side. 

I am staring at the back of my own head. 

The room is the same as the one I am in - I can see the exact couch I am currently sitting on. I am also not a fool to not recognize my own body. Tilting my head lightly to the side, I watch as the figure on the screen does exactly the same. It seems to be broadcasting live. Fascinating.

Turning away from the screen, I am not surprised to see her standing a couple of feet behind me. It didn't take me long to figure out that the television is serving as a transmitter of her point of vision. Why she is showing it to me, however - I have no clue.

I am more baffled at her ability to conceal her thoughts from me. She is able to sneak up on me far more often now. Not wearing the ring; I should have been able to hear her loud and clear - as I do in the real world. However, it must be something to do with her dreams. This is her territory, after all, and she may do with it as she pleases. However, she might just be able to bend me if she gains any more control.

Because of it; I must tread very carefully. She needs to know that despite this being her world - I am the one in charge. Thankfully, I am just in the perfect mood to show her just that. I am impatient - bothered, even. She will learn not to mess with me like she had just this morning.

"Hello again, y/n.", I say, and my voice sounds indifferent - deep. Just the way she likes it.

"Hi, Kusuo.", she says, and smiles warmly. I do not return it. 

"Come over here, yeah? I need to talk to you...", I mutter, motioning her to come closer. She can see how tightly my jaw clenches with the words. It causes her to falter, and her thoughts are quick to seep into my brain.

She is wary of me now. Able to sense that I might not play nice this time around, her footsteps are cautious. When she finally walks around the couch to stand in front of me, she still keeps a little distance between us. I exhale deeply, and the furrow of my brows is tight when I look up at her. Time for my performance.

"What is it?", I ask, feigning hurt, "Are you suddenly afraid of me or something?" 

Surprisingly, I am rather good at acting upset. I can see my face on the television as she continues to stare at me - trying to figure out the catch of it. As soon as I let my upper lip quiver slightly, she is fast to shake her head to reassure me;

"No, of course not!", she says quickly, taking another step towards me. It is working.

"Did I do something wrong?", I mumble quietly, "I just want to talk... But, it's fine if you don't."

"No, don't worry. I just... Let me apologize first, and then you can say what you want to say, yeah?", she starts to speak her apology, but falters and it is my fault that she does.

As soon as she is close enough to reach me, I use telekinesis to force her right down on her knees. The sudden gasp to leave her lips is so appealing to my ears. Her thoughts are fast to turn frantic at the way her body is unable to follow the commads her brain sends. She is absolutely stunned as to what I was just able to do to her. I think her mind would just blow up if she knew the true extent of my powers at this point.

"Oh, darling...", I sigh, shaking my head lightly at her, "You think you can tease me, and get away with it so easily? You don't know who you're playing with."

"Kusuo...", she says quietly, staring up at me with such big doe-like eyes, "How are you doing this?"

The sharp tsk! to come from the click of my tongue against my teeth makes her visibly wince when she looks up at me. I part my legs before resting my elbows on my knees to lean forward. As soon as my fingers are neatly intertwined underneath my chin, I grin at her. She is surprised by the flash of teeth I give her. It is not a common expression to linger on my face, so I can understand the appeal.

"If you want me to listen to your apology, then get to work.", I whisper, completely ignoring her previous question, "I want to see what that pretty little mouth can do besides say 'I'm sorry'. Are we on the same page, y/n? You understand what I am asking of you, don't you?"

I look at her - patiently waiting. I can see the flash of her pink tongue when she licks her lips slowly, and it causes my heart to pound inside my ribcage. She is nervous, but she is also simply ecstatic for this new side of me she has managed to provoke into the spotlight. She actually enjoys being pushed around and disrespected like this - to a certain degree, of course. Always something new when it comes to this girl, I suppose.

"Yes.", she says finally, and her voice sounds small despite her thoughts being so loud.

"Alright.", I smile again, just to let her know that I am pleased with her answer, "I am going to let you go now... You'll be a good girl for me, right?"

"Of course, Kusuo.", she says, and I don't even have to read her thoughts to know that she actually means it.

As soon as I release my hold on her, she is eager to move. Her hands are warm when they cautiously rest on my thighs. When she trails them upward slowly, I lean back into the couch. My heart is hammering inside my chest, but the nonchalant expression on my face does not expose it.

The only sounds to linger inside the dark common room are my deep breaths and my belt buckle becoming undone under her expert fingers. I can see the corners of her lips twitch slightly when she spots the rather obvious bulge inside my trousers. I am already hard, and completely ready for her. She sees it as a compliment.

"Well, that didn't take much.", she giggles lowly as she undoes my button and zipper as well.

"Can you blame me?", I sigh tiredly, "You are such a pretty girl, after all."

Oh, the little compliment I give her really gets her going. Now, she is even more excited to satisfy me. When she pulls out my dick from under all the layers of clothes, I can feel my shoulders tense up from the touch. She is eyeing my size; wondering if she'll be able to make it fit down her throat. I don't really care if she won't. Just seeing her on her knees like this; mouth nearly watering to taste my cock is good enough. For now.

"You like seeing pretty girls drop on their knees for you, Kusuo?", she muses, the smirk evident on her lips. 

Just as I am about to answer, she suddenly trails her warm tongue all over my length - from the base up - right to the sensitive tip. The new sensation makes me shudder, and my hand nearly tears apart the sofa cushion on my left side. I am lucky that I was not holding her head as I grow used to this new form of pleasure. I might have just crushed her skull if I did.

"Mm, just you...", I whisper shakily, but am fast to correct myself, "Well, others as well; just not for the reason you think, sweetheart." Kneel down for your God.

When her lips wrap around me, the groan to leave my mouth is deep - primal. I can see her thighs squeeze together at the sound. As soon as she flicks her tongue to tease me further, my head falls back against the sofa. 

Allowing my body take control of my actions instead of my mind, it tells me to push her further. I want her to take more. And she does. As I let my hand rest on top of her head, I push her lightly before my fingers tangle into her hair. 

Her mouth is so warm - soft. I know that it is a foolish thought, but it feels like it was made just for me. She knows what she is doing, and I can tell that she has done it before. Still, I am the first man she absolutely adores pleasuring like this. I do not know why. Perhaps it is because of the fact that I am still pure - completely untouched.  

"Fuck...", I groan quietly, and she is surprised to actually hear me cuss, "It feels so good, love."

I am barely holding on. My eyes keep insisting on rolling into the back of my head, but I do not let them. As I look down at her, my fingers harshly tangle into her hair. This is my first time to receive such a lewd intimacy. If I knew how it actually felt any sooner, I would most surely be a goner. The way her tongue drags all over my throbbing cock to make it glisten with her spit is like a drug. A man can easily grow addicted to this.

When her red cheeks hollow slightly in a sucking motion, I shudder. I am panting now; completely losing myself to the feeling of her mouth. She can tell that I am close. I am so very sensitive, after all. When she looks up at me, I am fast to avert my gaze from her face. Looking into her eyes would cause me to break down then and there. And I just want to last longer. I don't want it to be over so soon.

I make the biggest mistake I possibly can. When I rest my eyes on the television in front of us, I can see my own face on it as it was just mere moments ago. Instead of the live-feed, she keeps replaying the expression of absolute pleasure that had managed to break through my emotionless facade.

I can see the whites of my own eyes as they continuously roll back. Oh, the way my lips part is so improper, and the flush of scarlet is evident on my skin now. I look so... Ardent. The text to appear underneath my face is slow to spell out, letter after letter;

'You look so cute, Kusuo.'

"Turn it off, y/n.", I manage through gritted teeth, but she doesn't listen. She just keeps sucking on my cock with even more feverish need now; pushing me towards my finish line - rebelling against me. She is taking it so far, that I can feel myself hitting the back of her throat now. Goddamn.

"F-Fuck, I'm going to...", I say, and the low moan to leave my lips is breathless. My quickening pulse is causing me to feel slightly lightheaded.

'Do it.', says the text, 'Cum for me. Make me swallow every last drop.'

It is enough to make me become undone, but instead of looking at myself - I turn to look at her. I may be narcissistic, but I am definitely not in love with myself. And she is far better to look at, anyway. Her eyes are watery, and her face is red. She seems out of breath; tired. I was the one to make her look so disheveled. Serves her right.

I know that my grip is harsh when I tug onto her hair, but I just cannot help it. I push her so close to me that she indeed nearly takes all of my length down her throat. I can hear her gag; can feel her throat tighten around me, and at the heavenly sensation - I finally release. It is almost painful how far my eyes roll into the back of my head from the blissful euphoria to wash over me suddenly. The pulsating feeling leaves my body through the hot cum I spill straight on her warm tongue. Fuck.

"Oh, god.", I groan quietly, still holding her close - making her choke on my dick. My eyes dangerously narrow as I look down at her - just a tad bit more in control again, "Swallow it all, you little brat."

She can see the thin film of sweat on my forehead; can see the quick rise and fall of my shoulders as I try to catch my breath. This is like a game to her, but nevertheless - she is smart enough not to provoke me this time. She swallows my cum, and as I finally let her go, she is even obedient enough to stick her tongue out just to show me that she actually did. The string of saliva is thick to connect me to her still. So hot.

I watch her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand as I redo the button and zipper of my trousers again. I don't bother with the belt buckle, and even if I wanted to - I couldn't. She is fast to pull herself onto my lap. The way she straddles me now is pleasant - warm. I rather like it. 

"What did you want to talk about, Kusuo?", she asks with a smile as I fix a rogue strand of hair behind her ear. Her face is so adorably red, and her lips are slightly swollen. I don't hesitate to kiss her.

"Don't tell anyone about this anymore. About us doing this...", I get straight to the point, but make sure to cup her face with my hands to not seem as cold. I know that I shouldn't have said the word 'anymore' because it'll be easier for her to figure out that I know something, but now it is too late. Hopefully, she doesn't or forgets about it as soon as she wakes up.

"Why?", she asks, and her lips brush against my own gently when she sets the question.

"I'll have to leave again if you do.", I say, and at my answer she is fast to pull away slightly.

"But you promised me that you wouldn't leave again.", she says, and her expression is serious now. I can see her eyes flash dangerously. She is displeased with me.

"I know.", I sigh, pulling her close again, "But if you're a good girl for me and don't tell anyone, then you have nothing to worry about... Yeah?"

It'll be our little secret. I just hope that she'll keep it.