ionia | you are my star

[ She was the queen of her school in Academy City, and there was no questions why. She's a second year in middle school (supposedly, anyway!) that has nearly everyone all wrapped around her little finger. She's popular and gorgeous, too.

But when she saw the new boy - Yukki, everyone called him; it was short for Yukiteru - but strangely enough, nobody knew a thing about him. Misaki had peered into the minds of many, many people, and there was not a peep nor whisper about the boy. Not even from the higher ups, strangely enough. Which was why her interest was piqued.

How interesting! Now she definitely had to figure out who this mysterious boy was. Which shouldn't be too hard. Just have to ask him out on a date, take him to a secluded place, and do it. She knows exactly which remote control to use, all tuckered away in her purse.

This was already way too easy. ]

Hey, Yukki - I can call you that, can't I? [ Her voice oozes politeness, regardless of how fake it is. The stars in her eyes seem to brighten up as she runs a gloved hand through locks of blonde hair. ] There's a karaoke place down the street where we can sing a little fun songs by ourselves for a bit. ☆ Since you're new here, I think it would be a wonderful welcome party!

[ It would be wonderful, indeed. ]

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I might forgive you if you drop to your knees and blow me.

[ now, the thing is, this basically sounds like the best possible thing she could be doing to her. maybe not the very best, but definitely top five. he's now pretty much straight up ogling her, leering at her, and any attention from him is positive at this point.

he's overwriting her brain. she's still herself, but a her that is fundamentally more concerned with his well-being than hers. it's so important to make up for her attempt to do that to him, and touching him and obeying him for the rest of her existence sounds like a pretty fair trade when you've been messed up by powers this much.

he reaches over, presses the remote against her panties, against her inner thigh, but doesn't actually do anything with it. she's just being teased for now by the hard plastic.]

[ The rational part of her brain would tell her that this is a bad idea. However, having that rational part get overwritten with something entirely different means that well, bad ideas like this aren't so bad after all. Eyes light up at his words, the idea becoming rather... alluring to her ears.

Will that please him?

Perhaps. It's something, anyway. But the "might" is the worrisome part here. There's still the possibility that he might not forgive her at all, and that causes her stomach to turn uncomfortably. But not for her sake, for his. ]

Alright. ☆ [ She complies easily, strangely enough. ] I hope you enjoy my paizuri power.

[ Kneeling, she decides to raise the bar a little bit and surprise him. Did he ask for it? No, he didn't, but Misaki assumes that he'll enjoy it twice as much. She's still going to do what's asked of her as she leans in towards his jeans, catching the zipper with her teeth to tug it down.

She needs to reveal him first before she has the chance to blow him off, right? Or at least, she's fairly certain that's how this works. If she wasn't being controlled and having her mind messed with, she would take this slowly. However, there's a clumsy desperation to it as she hurriedly tries to get all of the clothes on his lower half off, wanting to reveal his erection.

Misaki's never seen one before, so she can't help but be just a little curious. ]

[ fortunately, yukki is not so unaware that he doesn't know what that is, though she's going to have to manage to still fulfill his order. but yes, he's very pleased at the fact that she's going to work like this. he knew she would - with his powers, she doesn't really have a choice in the matter.

that's how it should be.

she's able to reveal him quickly, and to nobody's surprise he is already quite hard, ending up stiff and against her face already. he's... bigger than anticipated for someone of his height and age, apparently. or maybe she doesn't have much of a frame of reference.

too bad, misaki.]

[ Oh that's... definitely something different. While she knows what it is, this is actually her first time seeing it up close. Does she have a choice in what she has to do, what she should be doing? Not really. But is she enjoying herself regardless of that?

You bet.

Which is why she can't help but sport the widest of grins when she feels him against the side of her cheek, rubbing against it for the shortest of seconds before adjusting herself, sandwiching his already hardened length between her ample breasts before popping her mouth right around him. Her instincts soon kick in as she starts to move up and down at first, her starry gaze looking directly towards his own, curious. Is she doing well? Or is she messing this up already? She doesn't know.

At the very least, she doesn't seem to be chewing down on him, instead, she's just lightly grazing her teeth across his length gently, slowly... ]

[technically, she has a choice, in the same way that you or i have the choice to punch ourselves in the face repeatedly. it's within our ability to do, we just can't think of any good reason to make that happen, to just start fucking ourselves up like that. similarly, she has no good reason not to be following yukki's commands, because failing to do so... just seems absurd.

yukki just pushes down on her head. it's not particularly helpful, but that's not the point; it is a reminder that he's in control and she is distinctly not, and that's the way it ought to be. of course, he hasn't accounted for anyone coming in, but quite frankly he doesn't seem to care about that possibility.]

Isn't this much better?

[ Why would she do it like that, however? It is a mystery.png. Besides, following orders, complying with them is so much easier. And it's less effort, too, less of a pain that way.

He pushes her head down, and she can't help but gasp in surprise, yet taking in his head with quite some eagerness.

Isn't this much better? The words alone instill a subconscious into Misaki's mind, enforcing the idea that there was no reason for her to disobey him to begin with. All there is is the basic idea to obey; nothing more, nothing less. Any other extraneous thoughts are thrown out the window as she slowly bobs her head in and out, slowly but steadily. ]

[complying with orders is far, far easier, isn't it? and yukki seems pretty happy, even though he's putting pressure on her head - enough that she can bob, but also enough that she couldn't remove her head from the tip if she wanted to. not that she really wants to, right now, because he doesn't want her to, and she wants what he wants her to want.]

You should apologize.

[this is a bit at odds with the fact that she cannot actually answer without answering around his dick.]

[ While it may be a little at odds, it doesn't matter, as she tries to mumble an apology even if it's around his dick, though she tries not to accidentally bite him. ]

Mmph... I'm sorry, [ It's hard to speak, but she tries. ]

[ unfortunately, this doesn't seem to be good enough for yukki. which isn't totally fair, but fairness was never involved in this. the boy's pushing down on her head more - at this point it is beginning to become less of her going down on him, and more of him fucking her face - but that's not the biggest problem. ]

Sorry for what?

[ it is significantly harder to talk now, but she still has to answer! ]

[ While it may be more difficult for her to speak, she tries regardless through the muffled sounds that pass her lips. ]

For... everything, and, [ she hitches a breath through her nose to catch herself ] trying to take advantage of you-!

[well, it seems to be good enough.

at least she can't really answer, what with him jamming her head all the way down. it's now thoroughly in her throat and she couldn't be moving it even if she tried - and yukki is looking right down at her, if she can manage to tilt her eyes enough to see him.

she might feel him throbbing in her mouth, in her throat. and if she's gagging, well, too bad - that gets no respite.]

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