It was the same motorbike, the same position—
This was the second time Chloe was going to Alex's house, but her state of mind seemed to have shifted. Sitting behind him, she gently held his waist, one hand resting on his abdomen.
It was afternoon. She glanced at the blazing sun overhead. The wind whistling in her ears felt cool, and her gaze, fixed on Alex's back, was filled with conflict and complexity.
Compared to the despair she felt yesterday, today Chloe felt a sense of habit. Despite only one day passing, it was as if she had grown accustomed to his... bullying.
No! Impossible. How could I get used to it? It must be a delusion!
"Um," the wind roared loudly. The girl brushed a strand of hair aside and spoke, "Do I have to stay the night there again?"
"What?"
The wind was too loud; Alex didn't hear what she said.
Chloe moved her lips, then raised her voice. "I didn't go home yesterday. I want to, I want to go home tonight—"
Otherwise, her mother would worry. After saying this, the girl bit her cherry lips, watching his silhouette nervously, afraid the boy would get angry.
Alex's reaction was nonchalant. "Don't even think about it today. Even if you wanted to go home tonight, you probably wouldn't have the energy to stand. We can talk about it tomorrow."
Chloe's expression froze. She recalled how she was tossed back and forth, half-dead, last night, and the feeling of falling into a deep sleep after all her strength was drained. A blush spread across her cheeks as she lowered her gaze, her eyes like water.
"Have you eaten lunch?"
"N-No."
Jake invited me to eat during lunch break, but you messed that up, Chloe thought, touching her stomach. "I can cook."
She didn't know why she added that, lowering her head again.
"Oh?"
Alex had planned to grab a casual bite somewhere, but he paused at her words. He turned the motorcycle onto another street and finally stopped outside a grocery store.
"Since you can cook, I'll leave the cooking to you. Sound good?"
Even if I had a problem, I couldn't refuse, could I? Chloe walked beside him, nodding. She secretly glanced at Alex, then quickly looked away, diverting her attention to the items in the supermarket.
Vegetables, meat, seafood, and seasonings all needed to be bought.
"I remember there was nothing in your kitchen. Do you really just eat instant noodles every day?" Chloe asked.
"Don't forget takeout."
"..."
Is this the life of a single guy living alone? How casual.
"We need to buy so many things—soy sauce, condiments, and so on."
"Then buy them."
"W-Wuu… I can't reach that."
Why is it placed so high? As she wondered, Alex reached up and took a bottle of soy sauce from the shelf.
"Thank you."
Just after she spoke, Chloe, walking ahead and picking items, suddenly stiffened. Wait a minute, what am I doing? This… this feels like a normal couple shopping. The atmosphere is too strange.
This guy is clearly a bastard. Why am I being so nice to him?
Confused, Chloe couldn't help but glance back at Alex. He seemed completely oblivious to the girl's small actions and complex feelings, though he did twitch his eye as he calculated the prices.
He quickly did some mental math.
Tsk, I need to figure out a way to make some money.
At Alex's house—
The motorcycle was parked in the yard. The front door was open, and the smell of cooking oil and food wafted out. Wearing an apron, Chloe looked like a homemaker.
Albeit a coerced one.
"Alex?"
The living room was empty; she didn't see him. Just as she placed the pan-fried fish and beef on the table, she saw him emerge from the bathroom, his hair wet. He had apparently just showered.
Noticing his exposed collarbone and skin—places she had intimately touched—and his underwear, Chloe quickly turned her head, looking away nervously.
"The f-food is ready."
"If it's ready, then eat. You look very nervous, though?" Alex noticed her reaction and grinned.
"N-No, I'm not."
She shook her head frantically.
"Don't worry. We need to fill our stomachs before doing anything else, or where will the energy come from?" Alex sat down cross-legged and picked up his bowl. He looked up at the girl kneeling across from him.
"The guy you were talking to at noon—he's the one you like, right? Jake, the sophomore?"
He's an upperclassman. Why is there no respect in your words? Oh well, if he respected his elders, he wouldn't be a jerk, Chloe thought, taking a small bite of rice and nodding.
"Heh~ That guy, I think he likes you too."
"..."
Seeing Chloe remain silent, Alex smirked and continued. "I thought he might chase after us, but in the end, he didn't do anything. Was he too traumatized?"
He really is malicious. Did he deliberately humiliate me in front of Jake at lunch just to provoke him? Chloe thought as she ate silently.
Seeing Chloe still unresponsive, Alex lost interest and stopped talking.
After the meal, Chloe knelt on the cushion, twisting her fingers. She knew what awaited her next. She had experienced it last night, and now...
In the quiet atmosphere, Chloe hesitated unnaturally for a moment, then stood up. "I, I'll clean up."
"Leave it."
"Eh?"
"You don't need to clean up."
Alex braced his hands on the floor, leaning back. "Come here."
"..."
The beautiful girl opened her mouth, set the bowl down, and slowly walked toward Alex. Though she was standing over him, her eyes showed timidity and nervousness, unable to meet his gaze.
"Take off your clothes."
The calm words stirred ripples in her heart. Alex didn't use his Absolute Control on Chloe's body, yet she reached out and unbuttoned her uniform, slowly taking off her jacket and skirt.
She was becoming—more and more skilled, or rather, more and more accustomed to it.
The action she resisted so much yesterday, today she was stripping naturally. He didn't even control my body, and I actually...
Clad only in a bra and panties, the girl's vast expanse of delicate, fair skin was exposed to the air, fully presented before Alex's eyes: the slender, smooth thighs, the exquisite, flat abdomen.
And her plump, firm breasts~
Alex pressed a hand to her, feeling the softness that almost squeezed out water. Within a few breaths, Chloe melted into a puddle, all her strength completely gone.
This can't go on. If this continues, I will gradually sink.
Chloe realized something was wrong with herself. She was like a pet being tamed by him little by little. If this continued, she would completely lose herself.
But even knowing this, she couldn't refuse.
Or rather, had she already surrendered?
"Wuu—ah~"
It feels so good...
Pressed beneath him, her nostrils were filled with the boy's scent. Her body was coated with his smell, inside and out were his marks, his shape. Chloe twisted her delicate body under the assault, dying and reviving repeatedly.
Affection Points +1 Affection Points +1 Affection Points +1
Chloe, unaware that Alex was becoming happier and more excited because he was harvesting Affection Points, felt his movements grow even more intense than before. She had 'died' several times, but it wasn't over.
Chloe forced her eyes open, gazing hazily at the boy's face so close to hers.
She had... completely become his creation.
"Wuu—"