Chapter 81 - A Date With A Devil (2/2)

”Saying sweet words while in a situation like this, were you simply born shameless?” She wanted to smack him.

Currently the Young Master was n.a.k.e.d, from head to toe, while embracing her closely. One hand was at the small of her back holding her against him, the other lifting her chin as if to prepare for a kiss that would never come.

Mary was also fully n.a.k.e.d herself. This wasn't the problem. The problem was the two dozen or so people around them scratching away at their easels. Well, those who weren't so distracted anyway. Most if not all of the females, she noticed, had paused with their brushes in mid-air the moment the Young Master had walked into the room and began undressing.

Which gave Damien an epiphany. He finally understood why yanderes had their dark, void-like eyes. It was because their pupils dilated so much you couldn't even see the irises anymore, the only thing left being that cold, obsessive abyss.

Mary also gained the full attention of the men. But unlike the women with the Young Master, these men weren't courageous enough to gawk at her so openly. They only took quick, furtive glances and didn't dare to leer.

The Young Master had brought her to Haytham's Art Department to do nude modeling, in case it wasn't obvious. Supposedly he'd seen an advertis.e.m.e.nt asking for volunteers back then.

Mary, at first arriving and realizing his intentions, nearly spat out blood. This guy...what did he think he was doing?!

”Hm? You didn't seem to mind so much last time.” He'd said. The words uprooted all she thought she knew about her daughter.

Did he mean she actually agreed to this before? That Vera did? And so Mary couldn't refuse now either! That's how the current situation came to be.

….Exactly what kind of things had they been up to together?!

Damien couldn't resist a chuckle and felt that this woman's will was stronger than he thought. She was even able to do something like this.

Really he blamed her for his body's reaction. Who told her to have such soft, supple skin? Who told her to be such a captivating temptress? Well, he probably could have resisted by distracting his mind with other things. But where was the fun in that? It's much better seeing her fl.u.s.tered.

They'd already been like this for a full hour and their minds were both starting to drown in each other's scent.

Mary's arms wound around him and rested over his shoulder blades. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts were smashed against his chest and she could feel the powerful, steady beat of his heart. His member had gone hard and now lay on her belly with a searing warmth.

She was too shy to look down but the length and girth she felt caused her to feel sorry for her daughter. In her experience, even Llyr wasn't so...

Mary shook her head.

Just then Damien had a wild thought. Followed it on impulse, he bowed his head and kissed her. The last time he'd savored these full ripe lips, which he'd always imagined doing, hadn't been nearly enough.

Mary saw it coming but had no choice other than to let it happen. They contained a scorching fervor, those lips of his. Just as they had that day.

Mary could handle the latter. It was the former she had trouble with.

Except that fervor wasn't meant for, she remembered. She could only experience it because of who he thought she was.

After recalling this fact she took the initiative to break the contact herself.

”Hey, no moving!” Someone whined jealously. They didn't even register his existence.

”That was disgusting.” Mary monotoned. ”Never do that again.”

Surprisingly, he easily nodded. ”Alright.” He acquiesced. ”I'd rather wait until you ask me for one anyway.”

”Then I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the stars and moon become dust.”

”Oh, I don't know about that,” He tightened his hold. ”I think you'll be begging for another before the day is done.”

”And what, pray tell, makes you so confident?”

He had a look of smug victory. ”My wet leg.”

She wanted to die.

***

Lads, in life there is a single goal that men--and indeed many women--all seek to achieve. One reason above all others to continue living in this shit show of an existence. That is to say, getting a big tiddy goth GF.

This said, Damien may now die without regret. For beside him now...was a gothed-out Mary!

”This is a highly unusual appearance, Young Master.” Mary sent an unwilling glance his way.

They'd only just now escaped a myriad of pursuers. Apparently word had spread fast of the Young Master's appearance as a nude model. It became obvious when throngs of young Ladies entered the room. How they'd found out was beyond her, but their enthusiasm was terrifying.

The women had been whipped into a frenzy, each of them raising a hand to try and touch their...she didn't know what he was to those crazy girls. She saw ones ranging from middle-school, who held their hands to their flushed faces while peeking between their fingers way too obviously, to women in their twenties and thirties who would gulp immediately upon seeing the Young Master's weapon. Though they didn't seem at all less eager.

Suffice it to say, though, they didn't stay. Only, the Ladies followed.

Mary thanked the heavens above for getting her out of there even if they were now being chased by a group of zealots in exchange.

Still. Why did something like that have to happen to her to begin with? Nude modeling, no less!

She'd only went along with that whole thing so she wouldn't ruin her cover, but now she was sorely regretting it. Mary had been thoroughly played with and taken advantage of!

A strange scene popped into her head at that moment. She imagined those groups of women cursing at her. ”Stop bragging!” They appeared to shout.

Damien waved her comment away. ”Nonsense. You're perfect.”

As soon as he saw that cosmetics store right next to the hair salon, he knew it was time. The universe was speaking to him yet again, and it was saying ”Goth that girl up!”

He had to comply. You can't go against the wishes of the universe. SImply can't be done.

So using disguises as an excuse he dragged Mary over, got her some black lipstick, put purple streaks in her hair--rather tricky to accomplish, but where there's a will there's a way--and got her to the nearest dress shop. Picking out a black, long-sleeved dress with a short skirt, he took it upon himself to put on the appropriate amount of frills and make a few other adjustments.

Once that was complete he purchased some dark knee-high boots. Mary's naturally pale, flawlessly white skin fit perfectly with the ensemble.

He wasn't satisfied with just that, however, and had her hair parted so that her wide and attractive forehead was put on better display.

Next Damien went and bought a black silk ribbon which he weaved around a beautiful lock of emerald green.

This done, he got a thin strip of soft leather, had a small heart-shaped amethyst attached to the middle, and placed it around Mary's long, swan-like neck.

All he had to do then was construct a pair of cat ears for her to wear and her final form was destructive to an ungodly level.

He marveled at his handiwork. ”Gorgeous.” He breathed.

Mary looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't quite get his tastes, but the admiration in his gaze was undoubtedly genuine.

She knew, rationally, that he thought she was Vera. But even so, she enjoyed the honest appreciation

”You hungry?”

Mary did feel a bit peckish. After messing around in the sand and water for so long, posing for hours and finally being chased through the city by the adoring fans of her date, she could use a bite to eat.

”Where would you like to go?”

”If you come with me to buy some ingredients, I know a quiet little garden that I'm sure you'd love.”

One of the Young Master's famous meals? She wouldn't say no to that.

***

”So this is the garden you meant.” Mary felt a bit silly. He'd brought him to his parents' new temporary estate.

The garden IS lovely, but she didn't quite care for being tricked.

”What? I thought it was a perfect place to have dinner. Besides, aren't Mother and Father out anyway?”

Mary nodded her head. It was true they had left the house empty the last couple of days. She'd only kept on her walks because it was something Mary had grown used to.

”They're on a business trip.” Rather, it was one of the Young Master's f.u.c.k-ups again. He'd destroyed something again and sent his father the bill.

Mary didn't know why Elias and Muriel cared enough to try and pay it off. Or why they didn't just destroy the whole school for trying to make them. People as powerful as they needn't obey laws at this point. Mary could have created a rare herb or plant for them to sell, too, and Muriel had a vast collection of priceless Artifacts.

Well, Ellie was a good man so he might be more understandable. Also, he was slightly slow. Maybe the thought of Mary helping didn't even cross his mind.

But Muriel? Ah...she probably just went along with him for some fun. And now that she thought of it, there's no way she'd give any of her treasures to some insignificant school.

” Oh yeah? Who'd you hear that from?”

”...Mother told me.” Mary cleared her throat.

Damien didn't call her out on the lie. She was terrible at it, but seeing her try and fool him was too adorable.

”Is that so? Well, better for us they're gone. They'd have tried to steal a plate.” He sat a silver tray onto the round metal table

It was only after he lifted a lid did that she caught the mouth-watering aroma. It was a scent she recognized immediately.

”For the Lady we have an oven risotto with crispy roasted mushroom, a lamb chop with a side of basil-rosemary sauce, and a bottle of 1943 Chateau Lautreamont which I most certainly DID steal from Mother's collection. And no, you can't refuse the drink so just enjoy it.”

That line-up made even Mary raise a brow. ”Those are all my favorites.”

”I know.”

Had she been paying more attention she probably would've realized what the exchange meant.

”And you?”

”I'm not hungry. I think I'll just take some wine.” He poured her a glass, then himself.

Mary didn't bother with pleasantries and dug in. The first spoonful of risotto was such a delectable shock to her tastebuds she squirmed happily in her seat, completely forgetting her dignity as the realm's foremost tree spirit and a mother of two.

She gave him a glance.”It's delicious.” She informed matter-of-factly.

”I'm glad.” He took on a calm and satisfied manner. ”You know,” He started, ”I wouldn't mind cooking delicious meals for you every day, even.”

Mary almost choked on her lamp. A proposal out of the blue!

”That's not necessary.” She didn't look disturbed at all. It was one of the only blessings this face brought her. ”But thank you for the sentiment.”

”Hm.” He didn't comment.

Mary savored her food, moving neither fast nor slow. But before long she became aware of his smoldering stare and became a tad ill at easy. For some reason, she started to become overly self-aware.

”It's beautiful. ” He said after a while. 'Your brow. When you're embarrassed but trying to control it. The fine muscles pull into a little arc.”

Mary raised her hand as if to check, but stopped. What was she doing, getting out of sorts by a few words like that?

She shook her head and went on with her meal, paying him no mind whatsoever.

The food was gone too soon. Luckily the bottle of wine was still very full. Although she had a few reservations about dipping into something from Muriel's collection she also thought the opportunity for such fine wine was too rare to pass up.

She drank without reserve and felt her head fog after just two glasses. This wine...it was a bit too strong, wasn't it? Normally she wouldn't ever get even the slightest bit tipsy. But this brew was already turning her cheeks warm.

Her eyes swam after a few more minutes. A comfortable heat gathered in her tummy.

Though that could, she realized after a moment, been due to the Young Master's steel-like arms gently lifting her up.

”How about we take this upstairs?”

Mary went into a panic.

***

”Young Master, we shouldn't.” Mary had been and carried into the house while being bombarded with sweet kisses along the neck attempting to wear away at her heart's defenses. Despite that, he was very careful not to take her lips.

Damien, on his end, was a bit amazed. All this and she still didn't come out with the truth. He'd taken all sorts of liberties today but it seems that wasn't enough. Even so, he wanted to know what her bottom line really is. And he was determined to find found.

Or so that's the excuse he chose to use.

So he didn't stop with his services. Instead her distressed appearance made him even bolder. Soon enough he was already undoing buttons and strings slowly peeling away at her clothes.

When they reached his parents' room he didn't even bother to open it, directly kicking down the door.

He laid her on the bed and took in her fl.u.s.tered look. She was absolutely lovely. He didn't move for several seconds. In his chest a burning heat took form.

”I want you.” He was sure.

His words brought Mary endless worry. Okay, she didn't need to investigate any further. It's obvious how far those two had gone by now, she really didn't need to continue the charade.

”No, Young Master, you don't understand!” She grit her teeth. ”I...not actually...well, that is to say, I'm not--”

”Vera?” He finished. ”Oh, I know. I knew from the beginning.”

Mary froze. ”You…” She was shocked. ”What?”

Even as she spoke to him his hands never stopped. They slid their way up her inner thigh. Her toes curled in anticipation, but while they prodded near her door they didn't care to enter. They only teased her, waiting patiently.

She knew exactly what he was up to.

He leaned in close. ”Would you like to ask me for that kiss now?”

Mary whimpered.

The Angel was out of the house and now the Devil was whispering in her ear.

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Author: This was supposed to come out like yesterday but damn it got really long. Wanted to add a bit more, but that can wait.

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