You hummed to the music of your AirPods while your hand wrote down lines of poetry. You are currently in the computer lab training with your team. Your club is preparing to participate in the Plume of Prowess leaving you all quite busy. You've been excused from class and now you're focused on composing poems for your mentor to check later. You've already made two pieces so far but you weren't quite satisfied with them so you continuously worked to perfect your craft.

You were starting to get bored so you stopped working and started looking at the people with you in the room. Other people were working on their projects but most of the competition participants were around you. Some participants like Dimitri, who finally responded last night in confirmation, are nowhere to be found. You guessed that they're still in class or other extracurricular activities which you didn't mind.

You waved at Elizabeth who just came in and the two of you shared an amicable smile. She wore an oversized black hoodie which you found quite cute on her. You and Elizabeth are fairly close club members because she's nice, smart, and polite. She also tolerates your shenanigans and even allows you to invade her personal space like the clingy woman that you are.

She took a seat beside you and you left your seat to go behind her wrap your arms around her neck and rest your head on her shoulder. Elizabeth didn't mind the contact since she enjoyed the additional body warmth. She obviously gets cold very easily so she doesn't mind the hug.

As she began reviewing her sample photos to prepare for her category, you peered over her shoulder and were immediately struck by the depth and vividness of her work. Miss Jane's praise was well-deserved - Elizabeth is truly a remarkable photographer. The angles of her shots convey a compelling narrative, and she skillfully captures the emotions and depth of her subjects, often juxtaposing light and darkness for added impact.

You complimented her for her work and she happily chatted with you about what she thinks of them. You enjoyed hearing her ideas which motivated you to work harder on your own craft. Elizabeth was bright and easy to talk to allowing you to enjoy her company.

"Elizabeth, your pictures are really pretty. Maybe you should take pictures of me too and we'll have it framed."

"If it's you it needs to be nude. We can sell it and make a huge profit." she joked which made you giggle. Despite being mostly reserved, you liked that Elizabeth has a silly side to her too.

"Sure. But you should also teach me photography so I can shoot your nude photos. You're so pretty, Beth! We'll make millions! Mwahahaha!"

Soon enough, Miss Jane returned to the room for you to present your work to her. "BRB. I got to show, Miss Jane my work." You grabbed your poems and rushed to meet your mentor. You didn't even hear Elizabeth tell you that she was going to take a break and head to the canteen due to your excitement.

As you were engrossed in conversation with your mentor, you failed to notice the arrival of another person. Unbeknownst to you, their eyes were filled with affection as they watched you speak passionately about your ideas. It was endearing to see how enthusiastic you were during the discussion.

They searched where you worked and found your signature (favorite color) hydroflask in front of a PC. There was a vacant seat beside yours so they immediately went there to begin with their work. After all, they don't want you to be furious at their lack of productivity.

Miss Jane gave you some notes for improvement and other ideas you can explore for your poems. The main theme for this year was diversity which in itself is a very diverse topic. You'll have to select one angle to probe to unify all concepts involved while presenting it artistically. It's going to be tough but you're up for the challenge.

Once done with your presentation Miss Jane allowed you to return to your workplace where Elizabeth was waiting for you.

You saw Elizabeth typing on the computer and happily hugged her again to share your warmth with her. You didn't care if your huge boobs were pressed against her back. You're both girls so it's okay. "Hey, darling. I'm bored. Let's do a nude photoshoot and I'll be like 'Paint me like one of your French girls'." you joked while snuggling your face on her neck.

Sometimes you act too gay for your own good.

"Sure, darling as long as I'm the only one allowed to see it."

'Eh, why is her voice so strange?'

"Did you get a soar throat, Elizabeth? Why is your voice suddenly so manly?" You lifted your head to look at her only to pull away in surprise as you saw Dimitri grinning at you. You yelled earning the attention of your fellow clubmates and the anger of Miss Jane who rushed to the scene.

"What is going on here?" asked your mentor.

By now your face is a blushing mess. You didn't expect to find Dimitri here. Elizabeth was the one beside you so how come he's the one in her seat?

"Nothing, Miss Jane. (Y/n) was just asking for my nudes. Really, beloved, I'm so embarrassed. You should take responsibility for me."

The club members made weird noises like the baboons and they were making you frustrated. "It's not what happened! I hugged him accidentally. I thought he was Elizabeth."

"Whatever it is please refrain from causing a commotion in the computer lab. You're disturbing the other people here."

"I'm sorry, Miss Jane. It won't happen again."

"It better not."

Once the commotion subsided people naturally returned to their own businesses leaving you to give Dimitri the silent treatment. You scowled while composing your next poem, which let's be honest is just a bunch of gibberish at this point due to your annoyance. Dimitri typed on the computer composing his own speech. He was quiet but you can almost feel the haughty grin on his lips.

The perverted asshole.

For a while, none of you said anything but the tension was so palpable it could create a storm inside the room.

"You were very soft." He commented. The graphite of your pencil broke in annoyance. You gritted your teeth trying your hardest to restrain your anger.

You know that it was you who initiated the contact but somehow you felt violated. As if you are exposed and vulnerable in front of him. Your boobs were quite literally just rubbing on him! It was weird to know that your 'admirer' currently knows what your boobs feel like without consent. You wanted to slap yourself for being stupid. You should really tone down on your public display of affection to your girlfriends. Your flirtiness finally came back to bite you in the ass.

You didn't respond to him and instead scribbled on the paper with your broken pencil. Dimitri sighed running his hand on his platinum hair. He paused from his work and faced you.

"Look, I'm sorry. It was my fault for not saying anything sooner. I'm sorry if you feel like I violated you or something. I'm not a pervert. I will not violate you without consent. Your feelings and your honor are very important to me. And I'm also sorry for my comment instead of immediately apologizing. You're important to me."

The first rule of being a man, learn to apologize to a woman despite not doing anything wrong. It is the foundation of strong relationships which he learned from his grandfather.

You sighed. "It's alright. I had no right to bitch when I was the one who quite literally violated your personal space."

"So what are you working on." He asked trying to divert the topic. He knows that the situation was becoming too awkward for you so he wanted to relieve some of your embarrassment by talking about something else.

"My poem. And you?"

"My speech."

"Wanna exchange pointers?"

"Oh my God, just kiss already and leave. You don't need to make us all feel so single." commented the senior who was at the PC beside yours.

You and Dimitri laughed at her comment and continued with your work. After that, your entire interaction became more amicable.

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Classes ended and the night soon came. You returned home to a strange parcel in your room. It was strange. You were sure you didn't order anything online and no one would be sending you packages. There was also no name nor return address which made it more suspicious. Well, actually there's a name but it was inconspicuous, probably just the brand name placed on the return address "YOUR ORDER: MILVII". What the hell is "MILVII?

Curiously you grabbed a pair of scissors and began opening the package. What you saw was a lavender box with the logo of an expensive-looking brand. The brand was different from the return address which was confusing but not as much as the contents of the box. You removed the lid and saw... Lace? You scrunched your brows and lifted the item from its box.

Oh...

Fuck.

It was lace underwear. Expensive, imported, and of course sensual. It was a complete set of lace underwear with a brassiere, thong, garter belt, and of course stockings. You reached out and gently lifted the bra. As you ran your fingers over the soft fabric, you couldn't help but admire the intricate craftsmanship and attention to detail. It truly was exquisite. It struck you that this small garment was likely worth more than your entire wardrobe put together.

There was a card that you immediately inspected. Scented paper and artful calligraphy greeted your sight.

For your pleasure.

Your order, Milvii

Just who the hell sent you this? You're sure it's meant for you. Your complete name was on the package but...

Oh, it's too fucking obvious. You face palmed as the realization hit you. It was from Dimitri. "Your order: MILVII" is an anagram for "your lover: Dimitri"! He had both the means and the money to buy something like this. Does he really know where you live? Is he really that batshit in love with you to do something so psychotic?

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

Despite the realization dawning in your mind, you remained calm. Most women would be breaking down or panicking over this newfound information but for you, this is an opportunity. After all, a powerful man is madly in love with you. Instead of resisting and trying to drive him away perhaps you can use this love for your own benefit. If you can tame his desires, he can be your most loyal general on the battlefield of life.

You are an ambitious woman and you want many things in life. Luxury, abundance, and all the pleasures your hedonistic heart could ever desire, he can give it to you free of cost.

A smile stretched across your lips.

"A game of chess played with pawns and panties. So he has a sense of humor as well. I wonder how he will react if I model it for him." A mischievous smile adorned your lips.

Oh, you're going to have so much fun playing with him. Hopefully, your plans won't backfire on you. Still, you'll have to test how far he can go for you.

A/N: I want to give my reader a lot of cute little scenes before proceeding to the macabre. This will drag on for a while after which we'll reach the point of no return. Also, it's going to get smutty since I'm a Smut author. It's my identity.