Held tightly in Esdeath's arms, Souta didn't immediately push her away. Instead, he sank into thought.
Despite being a hardcore sadist, Esdeath had always possessed a softer side, a woman's desire to experience a normal relationship. She had even outlined her ideal type:
First, someone who valued the future and trained with the goal of becoming a general-level figure.
Second, someone brave, willing to face Danger Beasts with bare hands if necessary.
Third, someone raised in the frontier, not in the capital.
Fourth, someone younger than her, easier to dominate.
And lastly, someone with a pure, innocent smile.
Souta thought it over. The first three points… kind of applied to him, if you stretched the definition.
As for age, they were about the same—both twenty. He projected a cold and aloof persona, which definitely didn't scream "easy to dominate."
And a pure smile? Souta laughed at that one.
His persona of "faint smile," "cold smirk," "disdainful grin," or just flat out no smile.
He was the polar opposite of pure.
So what exactly had Esdeath fallen for?
He had no idea.
But before he could dwell further, the feeling of supreme softness against his face snapped him back to reality.
Esdeath had pressed his face firmly into her chest, her scent wrapping around his nose and tugging at his senses.
"Stop breathing on me… it tickles," she whispered, hugging tighter and pressing herself fully onto him.
At the same time, she began slipping the collar in her hands toward his neck.
Just before she succeeded—
Whoosh—!
She was flung backward, landing a meter away on the palace steps.
Souta stared at her coldly.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"That look doesn't suit you. I'd rather see you smile."
Unbothered, Esdeath twirled the collar in her fingers and smiled honestly.
"I just wanted to put this on you. Call it a little game between us. Once you let me, you can do whatever you want with me afterward."
Without waiting for a response, she planted her hands on her hips and declared, with both shyness and pride:
"You men love doing rough things to beautiful women, right? Go ahead~ tear my clothes off, pin me down, spread my legs, and ravage me. This world's like that, I've seen it often. I don't look down on it. And if I win… I'll do even worse to you."
"You're… insane."
Souta was stunned.
Reading about a character's personality on a wiki is one thing. Witnessing it firsthand is entirely different.
Still… if someone did marry Esdeath, their bedroom life would never be dull. She'd invent new "plays" every day.
"Yeah, I'm toxic, but I'm sugar-coated poison. Don't you want a taste?"
Esdeath leaned in again, one knee on the throne, looking like she was about to pin him beneath her.
Her body exuded sensuality—curves in all the right places, powerful yet feminine.
"Could it be… I'm right? You're actually super shy, huh, 'God'? You don't act like a real man."
"You've got a lot of nerve."
Souta's brow twitched. A fire lit inside him.
She always came to provoke him, mock him—did she really think he wouldn't snap back?
"If you keep bothering me," Souta said suddenly, "I've made a decision."
"Oh? What decision?"
Esdeath was admiring his face again, thinking how much more handsome he'd be if he smiled normally.
"I've decided that next time you piss me off, I'm going to pin you down on this throne and deal with you."
He said it harshly.
"Oh? Right here, on the throne? That's pretty exciting. You're into dominance and achievement, huh?"
Esdeath's eyes sparkled.
"You really are a pervert, no wonder I like you. But…"
She raised an icy blue brow and smirked.
"You got the guts to do it?"
Souta smiled suddenly.
Esdeath blinked in surprise.
He pointed to the palace entrance.
"Look."
She instinctively turned her head.
BAM—the palace doors slammed shut on their own.
"No one's coming in unless they break the door down."
Souta raised a hand. A whip appeared in his grip.
"I'll show you whether I dare or not."
Esdeath blinked again. Something inside her stirred.
"You like this kind of play too? Hmm… a little role reversal now and then isn't bad. Come on, show me what you've got."
"…"
Souta silently stared at her.
This woman was hopeless. A mix of masochist and sadist, she was a true deviant.
And he really wanted to teach her a lesson.
So he followed his instincts and pinned Esdeath down on the throne.
"You'll be begging soon," he said coldly.
Esdeath's eyes gleamed with excitement, pretending to resist.
"Then come on, let's see what you've got!"
"You're going to regret this."
Meanwhile, in a large estate on the outskirts of the Capital—
Akame and Mine were lying low atop a hill, watching the manor below.
They were on an assassination mission.
"Anything yet, Mine?" Akame asked.
"Haven't spotted the target."
Mine was using her Teigu, Pumpkin, to scout.
"Weird… Weren't they supposed to be hosting a banquet today? It's way too quiet for that."
Akame thought for a moment. "Let's wait a little longer. If we don't see the target soon, we'll infiltrate and take care of it up close."
"Guess we'll have to," Mine sighed.
"By the way, Akame, you're close to Chelsea, right? Can't you ask her to suggest replacing Esdeath with someone more reliable?"
"Huh?" Akame looked confused. "Esdeath isn't reliable? She's been pretty kind to us."
"She's totally irresponsible!" Mine complained. "She's always at the palace, leaving everything to that guy Run. She's just phoning it in. Boss was better."
"She's probably off testing new moves against God again. I heard from Chelsea that you can sometimes hear whipping sounds from inside the palace."
Akame wasn't convinced.
"Still, Run's managing things well. And Esdeath treats us generously. We get good rewards and meat every day. I say let it be."
"You're hopeless…" Mine sighed. "Forget it. Less drama is better."
She wanted to say it was disgraceful to abandon their old boss and work under a former enemy.
But… Esdeath's benefits were too tempting.
"I'm just venting about her negligence."
Mine's tone was half grumble, half concern.
"She's spending more and more time at the palace. Isn't it risky to keep challenging that god?"
"It's probably fine. Chelsea said God hasn't complained at all, he's just letting Esdeath do as she pleases. Must be a generous God. Plus, Esdeath's been looking a bit worn out lately. God must be training her hard, if even she's losing her edge, his methods must be brutal."
Akame actually looked a little envious.
"I want to try it too."
"Wait—something's up!"
Mine suddenly raised her voice.
Her scope showed movement inside the estate.
"Someone's coming out… It's not the target. Huh? They're killing the guards? What's going on?"
...
(Lemon)
Souta's gaze lingers on the soft mounds of Esdeath's breasts, the fabric of her uniform seemingly inadequate to contain them. His hand moves almost of its own accord, reaching out to grasp one firmly. The sensation of her flesh beneath his palm sends a jolt through him, his cock stiffening in his pants, the warmth of it seeping through the fabric to warm Esdeath's thigh.
Esdeath watched Souta's reaction, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew he was affected by her; the way he was looking at her breasts was proof enough.
With a sudden, decisive move, Souta's hand move towards her breast to Esdeath's breast, deftly pushing her right tit out. Her right breast, white skin and pink nips. He leans in, his eyes dark with desire, and captures her nipple between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug.
Esdeath's eyes widen, a gasp escaping her as she feels the pressure against her sensitive flesh. Her body arches, pushing her chest further into his mouth as his tongue swirls around her soft her nips. He alternates between licking, sucking, and gently biting, each sensation sending a bolt of pleasure through her.
The room seems to spin around them, the only sounds the crackling of the fire, the distant rumble of thunder, and the wet noises of Souta's mouth on her skin. She can feel the heat of his breath, the slickness of his saliva, and the firmness of his grip on her body.
Souta's mouth is a whirlwind of pleasure around her nipple, his tongue teasing and flicking the sensitive peak as he sucks. Meanwhile, his left hand snaps his fingers, and chains of divine energy coil around her wrists, securing her to the throne.
Her body responds instinctively, squirming and struggling against her bonds. But she doesn't truly want to escape; she wants more.
The sensation of being restrained, of being utterly at Souta's mercy, sends a thrill through Esdeath's body. She's used to being the one in control, but there's something exhilarating about letting go and letting someone else take the reins.
Souta's eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and desire as he takes in Esdeath's reactions. He's enjoying her struggle, the way she squirms under his touch. He releases her nipple with a pop and twirls her around, making her ass point towards the ceiling as she rests her elbows on the cold marble floor. Her breath hitches, a soft whine escaping her as she's put in this vulnerable position.
He runs his hand over her firm, round ass, feeling the heat radiating from her body. He leans in close, his nose brushing against her cheek as he whispers in her ear, "You like that, don't you?"
Her only response is a gasp as he slaps her ass, the sound echoing through the throne room. The sting makes her jolt, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
With a smirk that's half challenge and half promise, Souta says, "Let's see how much of a masochist you really are, Esdeath." He reaches down and grabs the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside.
He stands over her, his erect cock jutting out from his open pants. It's not overly large, but it's thick and powerful-looking, a symbol of the divine energy that flows through him. He runs his hand along it, a bead of precum forming at the tip.
"How do I punish a Sadist?" He asks, a wicked glint in his eye. "I think I'll start with this."
Souta's fingers trace the outline of Esdeath's asshole, feeling the tightness and heat of her body. He knows she's not used to this, not used to being the one receiving the pain. But he's not here to cause harm—just to give her what she secretly craves. He takes a deep breath, his cock twitching with excitement.
Without further warning, he presses the tip of his cock against her tight hole. He can feel her tense up, hear the low grunt of discomfort she tries to suppress. He doesn't push in, not yet. He just lets the head sit there, teasing her, watching the anticipation build in her eyes.
"You're so eager to submit, aren't you?" He murmurs, his voice a mix of amusement and satisfaction.
"Here we go," Souta says, his voice low and gruff. He lines his cock up with her asshole and pushes in, slow and steady. The sound of her gritted teeth fills the room as she takes him in, inch by inch.
Esdeath's eyes water, but she doesn't tell him to stop. If anything, she pushes back, taking more of him, urging him deeper. She's never felt so filled, so claimed. The pain is intense, but it's a thrilling kind of pain—the kind she's always wanted but never allowed herself to experience.
"Fuck me," she whispers, her voice hoarse from holding back her screams. "Make me yours if you can, so-called God."
Souta's grip on her hips tightens, his thumbs digging into her flesh as he begins to thrust. He can feel her muscles clench around him, the tightness of her asshole making every movement a delicious battle of wills. She's slippery with the blood ripping her insides, but the resistance she offers is real, making every inch feel like a victory.
Her whimpers and gasps are music to his ears, each one a testament to her endurance. He can see the sweat glistening on her back, the way her body trembles with the effort of taking him. And yet she doesn't beg for mercy; she takes it all, her eyes locked on his.
"You like it rough, don't you?" He pants, his own endurance being tested. "You want me to break you, don't you?"
As he pulls out, Esdeath's hole gaps open, a red ring around his shaft. She gasps for air, her eyes fluttering shut. She's so close to coming, but he's not letting her. He waits, watching as her body tries to close the space he's made, her asshole contracting and pulsing with need.
"Look at me," he commands, and she does, her eyes snapping open. "I want to see the moment you give in."
He plunges back in, the head of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle with an audible pop. She gasps again, her body shuddering. He starts a punishing rhythm, fucking her ass like he owns it—because in this moment, he does.
Souta pulls out once more, watching her body clench and unclench. He can't help the smirk that spreads across his face as he looks down at her. "You should see yourself," he murmurs. "So... fucking... sexy."
Esdeath's glare could freeze the room, but she can't deny the thrill that runs through her at his words. She's never been so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she feels powerful in a way she never has before.
"Again," she demands, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Show me."
Souta grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. He slams into her again, his cock disappearing into her asshole. He pulls out, watching her hole gape open, then slams back in, the wet slap of flesh on flesh filling the room. They repeat this a few more times, the tension building until Souta can't hold back anymore.
"I'm cumming," he grunts, his grip tightening on her hips.
"In my mouth," Esdeath orders, her voice strained but firm.
Souta doesn't argue. He pulls out and flips her over, positioning her so she's on her knees in front of him. Her eyes are glazed with lust, and she opens her mouth, tongue licking her swollen lips.
He takes a deep breath and strokes himself, feeling the orgasm build. His hand moves faster and faster until—
"Now," she whispers, and with a roar, Souta cums, painting her face with thick ropes of white hot cum. She catches some in her mouth, swallows, and then smirks up at him. "Not bad for a god," she says, licking her lips.
Esdeath's smile was smug as she looked up at Souta, her cheeks flushed and eyes gleaming with victory. "It seems you have potential for being an S," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But since you've had your fun, it's time for me to show you what a real woman can do."
Souta opens his mouth to retort, his divine power flaring, when his system phone—
PING!
ABSOLUTE VOICE (booming, dramatic, echoing in his head)
CHOOSE!
The world freezes. Colors dull, and Esdeath's provocative stance pauses mid-motion, her eyes locked on his. A glowing interface materializes before Souta, like a game menu from another world, displaying two options in bold, mocking text.
ABSOLUTE VOICE (cheerful yet menacing)
Option One: "Feeling kinda kinky, let's try pegging. I've seen you eyeing my ass for a while now~ Ahh~ Ecchi."
Option Two: "I love it when you step on me, mommy."
Souta's eyes widen, his divine composure cracking. The throne room's storm fades to a distant hum as he processes the absurdity.
SOUTA: What the fuck is this? Noucome?! Where's my system? I'm supposed to wish for outcomes with divine power, not… pegging or… mommy?!
He glances at Esdeath, frozen in her sultry pose, her lips curved in a taunt. Memories of Noucome's Kanade flood his mind—forced into perverse choices or face excruciating pain. His temples throb faintly, a warning of the punishment for inaction.
SOUTA: I know the drill. Don't choose, and I'll be writhing on the floor with a migraine from hell. But these options… Esdeath's already got me on edge, and now this?
He grits his teeth, weighing the choices. Option One's "pegging" makes his stomach lurch—
Esdeath would probably love the power flip, but no way he's saying that. Option Two's "step on me, mommy" is humiliating, but vaguely recalls a bizarre anime clip he once saw, an exaggerated plea for dominance.
SOUTA: Fine. Option Two's less… invasive. Maybe I can play it off as a joke.
Before he can decide, the voice interrupts again, impatient.
ABSOLUTE VOICE (louder, insistent):
CHOOSE!
The interface shifts, presenting a new set of options, as if mocking his hesitation.
ABSOLUTE VOICE:
Option One: "I love it when you step on me, mommy."
Option Two: "Spit on my tongue, mommy."
Souta's face goes slack, his soul practically leaving his body. The world around him slows further, the throne room's braziers flickering in agonizing detail. Esdeath's frozen form seems to loom larger, her confident smirk now a cruel coincidence.
SOUTA: I'm dead. This is it. System is offline, replaced by some sadistic cosmic prank. Spit on my tongue? What kind of degenerate wrote these?!
His temples pulse sharper, the punishment's warning intensifying. He clenches his fists, the weight of the choice crushing him. Option Two is unthinkable—too far, even for Esdeath's games. Option One, "step on me, mommy," is mortifying but… maybe he can salvage it, given her dominant streak.
SOUTA: Option One. I'll say it, get it over with, and pray Esdeath doesn't take it literally.
He takes a shaky breath, and time resumes. The interface vanishes, and Esdeath's smirk unfreezes, her eyes narrowing as if sensing his turmoil.
Souta with a burning face, hestitantly says "I… love it when you step on me… mommy."
The words tumble out, each syllable a dagger to his pride. The throne room falls silent, save for the distant thunder. Esdeath blinks, her smirk faltering into a mix of surprise and delight.
Esdeath, "Oh? Mommy?" She steps closer, her boots clicking on the marble, a predatory glint in her eyes. I didn't know you had such… specific tastes, Souta.
She lifts one foot slightly, hovering it teasingly near his leg, her tone shifting to that maiden-like softness, as if testing his sincerity.
Esdeath, "You want me to step on you? That's a bold request… but I'm starting to think you're more than just a god. Maybe you're the one I've been waiting to tame… or be tamed by."
Souta's face flushes deeper, his divine energy flickering erratically. He steps back, pointing accusingly at the air.
(TIMESKIP)
With his head now wrapped around her thighs, Souta can't help but feel the warmth and power of Esdeath's body.
She strokes his hair gently, a smirk playing on her lips as she whispers sweet nothings to him. "Who's my good boy?" she asks, her voice a seductive purr.
Souta's eyes widen as Esdeath takes the whip from his hand.
She flicks it around his member playfully, and despite his divine defenses, he feels the sting of embarrassment. Normally, he'd be impervious to such a weak attack, but emotionally, it hits him hard, his tip leaking pre-cum.
She laughs, her voice amused as her voice reaches his ears ears, as she squeezes her thighs tighter, trapping him in a vice-like grip. He grunts, not from pain, but from the humiliation of being at her mercy.
Esdeath's grip on the whip tightens, her movements becoming more erratic as she doubles her efforts.
Souta's cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he feels the leather dance around his shaft, flicking and caressing with an erratic rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
Despite his newfound position as the submissive in this twisted game, he can't deny the allure of her dominance. His eyes roll back as he reaches his peak, his divine essence surging through him.
He cums explosively, his semen painting the sky above like a macabre fountain. As gravity reclaims his seed, it showers down upon Esdeath's face, a visual representation of his submission to her will.
She leans in, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop, licking it off with a smug look in her eye. "Looks like someone enjoyed themselves," she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Souta, feeling utterly humiliated and more than a little overwhelmed, snaps his fingers with a silent prayer for time to rewind.
The scene around him blurs as moments replay in reverse, his orgasm retreating, the whip retreating back to his hand, and Esdeath's smirk fading into surprise.
He sighs deeply, his mind racing with the absurdity of what just occurred. "What the fuck was that?" he whispers to the empty air, his hand shaking slightly as he adjusts his pants.
He can't shake the feeling that he's lost control, that he's let his guard down too far. No more of this M shit, he tells himself firmly.
PS: I had an idea, but I should've written it down, now I forgot what to put in next lol.