8 Miku pt 3

I can't wait for the battle royal.

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Numerous days went by. Miku's behavior slightly changed with time; she blended quite well with the temporary maid role; likewise, similar to the first day, I tormented her little happy perfect life, but even more viciously.

Every day, I will call for her whenever I wanted. Furthermore, If she rejects or throw torments, I will punish her, according to my mood, punching her stomach, dripping my drinks on her face, stepping on her head with my foot, making her drink from the ground like a wild animal, under the encouragement of the corrupt system, and blinded with my hate, I made this poor girl life, Hell.

Consequently, these damned infatuation points keep rising, even though I'm only doing bad things.

'The infatuation bar is already at 80%!'

The system already explained to me that after crossing the 95% mark, it would be extremely hard to gain more points to complete 100%.

Today was the same; I woke up, finished my morning routine, and called for my special service breakfast;

I don't really like having breakfast with those hypocrites I call "parents." therefore, I use my "personal servant" unless they called for me or if I felt like that annoying maid is watching.

A feral young girl staring daggers at me walked up to my room holding a plate with scrambled eggs, pancakes, and a cup of orange juice.

She quickly put it on the small table I have in my room and turned to head out; the whole time, she didn't utter a word.

However, before she can go outside, I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, slamming her into the door.

Amusedly Whispering in her ears, "Where's our princess going so horrifiedly?."

"Bastard! get off me, pig!" she yelled in a raspy tone.

"What did you just say to me?" Even after the continuous bullying I inflicted on her every day, she never seemed to get respectful;

'Fair enough!' I pulled her hair, dragging her beautiful, pitful body all over the floor, while precious tears are rushing from her eyes, but she still didn't scream or ask for help,

'I hate this girl!' that's the only thought I ever had, every time I see her piece of shit judgemental eyes.

I looked at the table, "I don't like my table anymore; you are going to be my table from now on; bend down, now!" I vexedly yelled.

Her tears flowed even faster. Nevertheless, she did precisely what I told her to do; she immediately squatted on four; the tragic otherworldly beauty she radiating at this moment, will make anybody looking at her skip several heartbeats and probably beat me up at the spot.

I put my plate on her back, regardless of what she feels like or how much allure and elegance she possesses; realistically, I'm not the type of man who would be fazed by someone's charm. Otherwise, I would've worshiped this girl from the first ray of sunshine to the last glow of moonlight.

Having my fun breakfast, I took my time enjoying the juice, eggs, and the delicious honeyed pancakes; that wicked baldy's wifey, at least knows one thing or two; time slowly drifted, her arms and legs started shaking, but she still didn't mutter a single word of complain, nor, she cried anymore, the loud clenching of her teeth is the only thing I can hear.

'Certainly weird! Does my bullying techniques no longer work on her,' I thought.

In spite of the moment, when I'm finally about to finish, she lowly muttered some unusual words, "A-a boy I know confessed to me yesterday in the art institution,"

"What!? Who is he?" I immediately pretended to be furious and tossed the cup in my hand to the ground; if only this damned system isn't forcing me to farm infatuation points like crazy, I wouldn't even approach this arrogant brat. But alas, I should keep up with my mean act, for now, to illustrate my fake to the bone dominant position.

Hesitation widely showed itself in her face; her echolalia state continued for a while before eventually ending with a sentence, "He's the most popular guy in the national art institution, A very respectful and gentle second generation heir of the Sanjo-family, and also the head of the student council in my previous middle school,"

She stopped and continued after closing her eyes in panic like she's expecting me to harm her because of my ireful temper, "He been courting me for a long time, and ultimately sent me a confession letter,"

I looked at her, 'System! Why the hell this girl telling me all this? And fuck! Second generation? He's the rich, talented type; how I'm supposed to complete with that? Is this girl has some missing screws in her head?'

'Hell! Sigh* Why did I sign up for this.'

(A/N: Stop whining ya twat)

I gently removed the plate from her back and grabbed her chin in the way, pulling it toward my face, before letting a sinister smile.

I said in a calm tone , "And do you like him too?"

She got perplexed by my sudden actions; the fake evil aura I emitted made her face go pale, her sweet, heavy breaths blew on my face, making the whole scene look like a sensual photoshoot pose, the high temperature and pounding of her heart resounded in the room, under my evil gaze,

we stayed like that for a while, before she responded in a super-soft voice, "N-no I-i don't,"

The answer subconsciously pleased me, and I let out a sarcastic laugh, "Good, Good! That's the right answer"

I pulled her face even closer, and felicitously said, "Congratulations! You deserve a reward for pleasing me,"

She opened her gapes to face my deep gaze before panicking and averting her vision slightly to the right, "W-what reward?" she questioned.

I got surprised.

'Oh! She actually asked about the reward? I thought she is going to be like, 'I don't need a reward from a pig like you'

"Shh, it's coming right away; make sure to remember it well,"

Miku Pov:

He closed up the distance between us; I tried to run, but his big hands tightly clasped my chin and slender waist; the evil, satisfied smile on his face made my body hotter; I kind of knew where this is going, but this weird urges of mine are growing each day, with his obsessive actions, entirely abstracting my mind, filling it with unpure thoughts, of getting controlled and "loved."

I'm going to lie if I said, I didn't anticipate this moment when I brought Arima's matter, But my mind still refuses to believe that I started developing a dependency toward this boy and his obsessive love.

My thoughts didn't wander long before.

Our lips met yet again; he cruelly stole my first kiss, and now he is taking my second, like a horrible wolf hiding in sheep clothing; ravishing every part of my not anymore maiden mouth, to the point of bloodying my lips;

Seconds slowly passed; it felt like decades for me.

The kiss progressively got more intense; I felt the sinking yielding and the surging tide of warmth that made me cling to his body.

He parted to take a breath, before shortly pressing again, his savage mouth into my shaking lips, sending wild tremors along my nerves, evoking sensations that I never thought my body capable of feelings.

Kissing me once, twice, till I had a deep sense of familiarity and a taste that I would never be able to forget.

My dark urges got strongly triggered; I no longer cared; how does he manage to entice me every time, because I was already swimming in a deep place.

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<10 infatuation points gained>

<Status changed: intrest >>>>> liking>

However, The despicable session ended; I heard him pitifully say something in the middle of my dazed state, "Would you like someone else in the future?" While sliding his hands from my chin to my hair.

I instantly snapped from my daze, my pupils contracted, and my brain went slow, 'Someone else?' I got confused but still feared his obsessive Tampere.

"I-i don't know!" I yelled.

His hands tightened around my waist, and he anxiously said with a vicious red aura around him, "You know what will happen if you like someone, right?"

I panicked, wondering how my life took this wrong turn when this psychopathic boy contacted this house, but the wrong part, is not him, but me who not hating it;

After all, I have this deep growing feeling inside my heart.

"Don't worry; I won't never like someone else," I said.

His expression changed, from grimaced to delighted. I pushed the question that been bothering me since he started changing.

"P-perhaps do you like me?" I hed my face under my hands and ducked my head.

I can feel his heart-stopping for a moment before beating faster, and after a long while, he sighed and said, "What the hell you think? You don't need to worry about that, just do what I told you to do,"

He clasped my neck and lightly tightened the grip before saying, "If you dare and fail my expectations, I will skin you alive, you and everyone in this house,"

I quickly shook my head, signaling that I understand; he smiled and let go of me before giving me a hickey in the neck, "Now that boy would understand, if not! something bad will happen,"

He left me and got outside, Leaving me spaced out, Alone staring at the seeling on top of his bed.

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