#lux writes

Content Warnings: pervert members, oblivious reader, dubcon (reader is being taken advantage of in different ways through all scenarios), questionable behavior, more warnings to be added as needed.

Trigger Warnings: pervert behavior, dubious consent, possessiveness, manipulation, gaslighting (mild), excessive alcohol consumption, more triggers to be added as needed

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬  †། ·̩͙‿̩͙‿ ༺⋅⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰──

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MINJAE || The Caregiver

Minjae, the caregiver

JUNMIN || The Indulgent

Junmin, the indulgent

SUMIN || The Mirror

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JINSIK || The Artist

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HYUNWOO || The Beholder

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JUNGHOON || The Listener

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SEEUN || The Bold

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YUJUN || The Doppelganger

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HUNTER || The Feeder

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YECHAN || The Delusional

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Last updated: 2025.06.25

  Gweneth paused as she heard noise coming from downstairs, smiling small as she heard her son, well step son but he basically was her son at this point. She paused when she heard another voice though, he hadn’t mentioned bringing anyone over. Not that he needed her permission to or anything, he was 27. Staying here with his work schedule was cheaper and made more sense for the both of them. And thankfully, they haven’t had any issues yet which she was thankful for. She pushed away from her computer, her eyes were killing her from editing this picture for her next project anyway. She made her way downstairs, following the sound of laughter to the kitchen. She leaned on the door frame, arms crossed with an amused smile as the two boys talked as her son moved around the kitchen, snagging snacks while the other man sat at the table. 

“Hey Will, “ She pushed off the frame as she announced her presence as her son whipped his head to her with a grin, “Hey mum!” She smiled again as she grabbed a soda from the fridge and opened it, before gesturing to the other man. “And…?” Will blinked a moment before laughing and clapping the other man on the back making him grunt,

“This is Kyle, think I’ve mentioned him before?” She nodded, “Is it cool if he crashes here sometimes too? I told him you really wouldn’t mind.” His smile turned sheepish as she shook her head before peering at Kyle. She looked him up and down, with a raised brow before he stood quickly, moving in front of her. He was cute, built like a shit brick house too. Will was tall yet this man was taller than him still. She had to repress her own need to cringe at her inner dialogue, he was her son’s friend. And damn near 20 years younger than her based on his looks. He held his hand out to her, 

“If it’s not too much of a problem, I’d appreciate it.” She eyed him a moment longer, enough to make him squirm before smiling and pulling the taller man in for a hug. She pulled back, patting his arm, “Any friend, well most, friends of Will’s are more than welcome here,” She turned and grabbed her soda, taking a sip, “But Will,” he popped his head from the fridge where he was rummaging through, “Give him my number or something so he can let me know when he’ll be here,okay?” He nodded and she smiled at Kyle again, “There’s an extra room upstairs, make yourself at home. I’m sure Will will give you the tour eventually.” Gweneth smiled before making her way back up to her office. She set her drink down and leaned back in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose. She needed to get laid or something. She was not seriously checking out her son’s friend. Said friend that now basically lived in her house……she groaned as she opened the photo editor on her computer again. Hopefully work would distract her brain from whatever this mess that brewing was.

~~~

Thankfully, for the most part, her thoughts abut Kyle were kept at bay. He’d essentially moved into the extra room and it was normal to see him around, he even pulled his own weight with helping out around the house. Which she was grateful for, albeit a little surprised but she wouldn’t be shocked if Will had gotten on his ass about it. Not that she minded. She honestly loved having them around, when they were both gone on the road the house almost seemed too quiet. Gweneth sighed to herself however, because she still found the Aussie man painfully attractive no matter how much she tried to push the thoughts away. It was like they came back ten fold when she tried. She stared at her screen and groaned, before running her hands down her face. She shouldn’t have even thought of him cause now her brain was wondering what his hands would feel like running down her body. She frowned and leaned back in her chair, head back as she looked to the ceiling. He could probably pick her up with ease…

She smacked her own face, “Stop that.” She murmured to herself. She needed coffee. Getting up quickly, she made her way to the kitchen and to the coffee maker. Yes she still had an old school drip coffee maker, it just tasted better okay? As she was putting the grounds in she paused. Was that music? She didn’t think either of the boys were home, apparently she was mistaken. Gweneth finished setting the coffee maker up before making her way to the makeshift gym that Will had constructed in a different room, he didn’t always like having to go to the gym and she couldn’t blame him. Plus honestly it was nice to have because she didn’t have to feel self conscious when she worked out.

Gweneth paused by the door a moment, it sounded like both of them were there. She must have really been focused on work to completely not hear either of the boys enter the house, let alone the gym. She grabbed the doorknob slowly, though there was no way that they’d hear it over the blaring of their music. This was a mistake on her part, well mistake. Her throat tightened and subconsciously she licked her lips. Kyle was facing away from her, Will was adjacent to him, he could see her if he glanced to his left. Her eyes slid up Kyle’s form, watching the way his back muscles flexed under his skin, god she was glad he didn’t have that stupid fake tan right now. She took a tentative step forward, her eyes never leaving Kyle. She bit her lip as he flexed his arms in the mirror, lord he could crush her like a watermelon if he wanted to. At this point she knew Will saw her and caught his burning gaze for a moment as she went back to looking at Kyle.

Will noticed her enter and, instinctually, held his head up a little higher. He couldn’t help but peacock a little bit, that was until all her attention was on Kyle as she entered the room. It shouldn't piss him off as much as it did. He felt the heat of anger build in his chest as Kyle finally noticed her in the mirror and turned to look at her, cheeks a little pink. She beamed at him, that just made his stomach turn even more. He grabbed his towel and tossed it on his head as she was reaching out and gave the Aussie’s bicep a squeeze. He had to refrain from glaring at the both of them as he finished wiping the sweat from his face,

“Was there something you needed, Mum?” Gwen looked at her son, stepson, with a furrowed brow. She had heard the edge to his tone and she crossed her arms as Kyle glanced at him with a sheepish, apologetic look on his face. It wasn’t Kyle’s fault. He knew that realistically but he was still pissed, 

“Didn’t know I needed permission to be in parts of my house, William.” He clenched his jaw as her eyes bore into him and he let a huff through his nose. She sighed and shook her head, looking at Kyle once again, who now was wiping the sweat from chest. She was unashamedly checking the other man out and Will gripped his towel tighter, 

“I’m ordering chinese, you guys want some? It’s on me.” Kyle glanced at Will, who shrugged in response, not trusting his tone. 

“Sounds good to me, “ Kyle shrugged and she nodded, raking her eyes up Kyle once more before moving back to the door,

“It’ll be here in like an hour then.” She looked at Will, giving him a pointed look. “Clean yourselves up before then.” And she disappeared through the door. Kyle raised a brow at Will as he stood up, towel back on his head. 

“I’m going to shower. Try not to hit on my mum in front of me bruv.” He ‘playfully’ shoved him as he walked back that, thankfully just made Kyle laugh, 

“It's not my fault she likes what she sees.” He shook his head as he put his weights away and once Kyle turned from him to clean his area, he rolled his eyes and dropped his happy facade. What the fuck.

~~~

Dinner had thankfully been uneventful and Gwen had snuck upstairs to finish her work as quickly as she could. Because while it was uneventful, the tension was palpable and she couldn’t stand it. She stared at the picture on her screen before groaning and pinching the bridge of her nose again. She absolutely couldn’t focus on her work at all. She leaned back with a soft sigh, taking a drink of her water. She stared just past her computer screen, her thoughts going back to the Aussie currently residing in her home and she sighed louder. She set her water down and jumped at the knock on her door, like her thoughts had been broadcast to the others in the house and she’d been busted. She frowned to herself, 

“Come in…” The door opened and Will stepped in, shutting it behind him. He took a few steps in the room and stopped, his gaze burning into her. She swallowed, looking him up and down. He was in a shirt and sweatpants, normal attire for him honestly, but damn were those pants fighting for their lives on his thighs. Her eyes snapped up to his when he cleared his throat, she leaned back and crossed her legs, holding his gaze.

“Do you need something…?” The question hung between them for what felt like forever before he cleared the distance between them, his hands going to the arms of her chair, trapping her there. She swallowed but a smirk danced at the edges of her lips at the look in his eyes. His blue eyes burned as he narrowed his gaze at her, 

“Something funny…?” She hummed, leaning up a bit, so they were barely apart, “It's cute when you’re jealous William,” She let the smirk grace her lips as his nostrils flared a bit at the notion. “Maybe you shouldn’t leave me alone so much. I was only looking, and it wasn’t like he was upset by that at all. In fact I think quite the opposite.” That succeeded in making the man in front of her even more angry, as a growl rumbled in his chest. He leaned closer, feeling her breath on his face, 

“Sorry, Mum. I didn’t know you were such a needy slut.” In a blink of an eye, one of his hands shot to the back of her neck as he crashed his lips to hers. She whined against his lips, her hands shooting to bunch the fabric in the front of his shirt. He squeezed the back of her neck, making her gasp enough for him to slip his tongue into her mouth. Gwen groaned against his tongue, everything about the kiss was primal and possessive. HIs free hand moved to her hip, ushering her to stand, never breaking the kiss. Will walked them back until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed. He broke the kiss, kissing down her throat before pulling back, panting softly before they caught each other's eyes again. He smirked the way her pupils were blown and slightly glassy, pressing a kiss to her lips as he toppled them over. He groaned into the kiss as her fingers snaked beneath his shirt, nails scraping on his skin. He shuddered before helping her pull his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Her hands slid up his stomach and chest before one slid behind his head and her nails scraped at his scalp. The other arm slid down his arm, gripping his bicep. Gwen wrapped her legs around his hips, groaning against his lips as she felt how hard he was against her. He gripped her hip, unable to stop himself as he ground his hips against her core, making them both hiss against each other. His other hand slipped up her shirt and he growled, kissing up to her ear. He cupped one of her breast in his hand, 

“No bra? If I didn’t know better, you planned this…” She let out a puff of air as a laugh but it turned to a whine when he pinched her nipple and nipped her earlobe. He rolled the hardening peak between his fingers, relishing in her whimpers. He leaned back a bit, enough to tug her shirt off and toss it away. He groaned, his eyes raking up her torso as he licked his lips before dipping down, “Fuck…I missed this..” Gwen was about to say something, something about how it was his fault it had been this long but before she could, he sucked one of her nipples in his mouth making her brain static. All that came out of her mouth was a high pitched moan, making her buck her hips against him. He groaned against her nipple, making her shiver in response before he popped off, eyes flicking to hers before he kissed and nipped a trail across her chest before taking the other in his mouth after he flicked it with his tongue. Her head fell back as she shuddered while his hand went up to pinch her other nipple. He rolled his tongue over her nipple as he sucked, while he used his other hand to slip down her body. He paused at her waistband as she arched against him and his eyes glanced at hers before she nodded slightly. He slipped his hand under the waistband and had to repress the groan in his chest as he popped off her nipple, licking his lips as she panted, glassy eyed. The hand on the back of his head, slid to his hair as she buried her fingers in his curls and crashed their lips together in a feverish kiss. They pulled apart, staring at each other a moment, before she pressed a softer kiss to his lips that he chased,

“Good boy….” It took his brain a moment to register the statement and he moaned, burying his face against her neck, biting the skin of her pulsepoint. With her help, they tugged her pants and panties off, kicking them away. He sucked her skin between his teeth before pulling back to gaze down at her. She shuddered under his gaze, suddenly self conscious of the age difference, not that she was in bad shape because she wasn’t. But she wasn’t one of those tiny little pieces of ass that tried to get his attention all the time. Gwen bit her hip as his fingers trailed down her sides and stopped at her thighs, 

‘“Look at you, love….” She couldn’t help the pathetic whimper that left her lips as she stared up at him as he stepped back to tug his sweatpants off. Her mouth damn near watered as his cock slapped against his lower stomach. He couldn’t help but smirk as he stepped forward, sliding his hands down her thighs. One hand moved to her hip, he used the other to sink two fingers into her. She arched her hips and he licked his lips, 

“You’re so fucking wet, “ He thrust his two fingers before quickly adding a third and curling his fingers in just the right way, making her thrust back against his fingers as she moaned. He thrust them a few more times before pulling them out, and raising the hand to his month. Maintaining eye contact with her as she panted, he licked her juices from his finger before falling forward and crashing his lips against her hungrily. Gwen whined and her legs wrapped around his hips again, pulling him close. She ached as his cock rubbed against her, making them both groan, 

“Fuck, Will, I need you..” She let out a breathy whine against his lips and he leaned back, gripping her hip almost painfully as he lined his cock up with her entrance. He pressed the head of his cock against her opening, meeting her eyes, “Beg.” That made her eyes narrow as she tried to rock against cock, to no avail as his hand held her hips still. She took a deep breath before biting her lip and meeting his gaze,

“Please? I need your cock buried in my cunt.” His brain was hazy hearing that fall from her lips, but how was he supposed to deny her? He rocked his hips a moment before he buried his cock all the way in her. His head fell forward with a moan as one of her hands went to his shoulder, nails digging in there and the other wrapped around his neck, scratching the back of his neck. He groaned as he slowly rolled his hips, pressing himself as close as he could to her as he kissed the side of her neck while she whined with every roll of his hips. 

Gwen’s brain was foggy and the only thing that mattered was Will’s cock slamming in and out of her as she moaned and whined against his skin. He readjusted himself, hitting her at a new angle that made her see stars. She moaned, hips moving on their own to meet his thrusts. He pulled back to watch his cock move in and out and groaned, as he met her burning gaze. He pressed his lips to hers before pulling back just where the were barely apart, as he grabbed her jaw, 

“This cunt belongs to me. No one can fuck you like the way your son can,” Her eyes rolled back and he felt her clamp down at his words which made him smirk. He pressed kisses to her neck as he thrust harder, making her moan again as she clawed at his skin, “Dirty slut aren’t you? Getting off to your son's cock thrusting in and out of you.” She whined louder and shivered as she clamped down around him again. A pathetic

“ ‘m close.” Left her lips that just made Will chuckle as he thrust with earnest, knowing for sure she’d have a bruise on her hip from how he was holding her hip. He closed his eyes, focusing on the way she felt around him and the way she clenched and pulsed knowing she was close. He hungrily pressed their lips together as she clung tighter, moaning into the kiss as her orgasm crashed into her. She whimpered and shuddered as he thrust through her orgasm,

“Fuck…..mum….,” His eyes were shut as his thrusts got erratic, “Where…?” She tightened her legs around his hips and kissed up his neck, nibbling on the pulse point before whispering, 

“Inside, always inside Will.” He groaned and slammed himself as deep as he could into her, moaning as he spilled himself into her. He slumped against her, as they both panted and her fingers gently slid over his shoulders and back. Before sliding to his cheeks and taking them into her hands, making him look at her. She stroked his cheek with one of her thumbs before pressing a loving kiss to his lips and he chased her lips as she pulled back and put their foreheads together, 

“You always make me feel so good.” He suppressed a whine but kissed her gently before sliding himself out of her, making them both groan in longing. He moved to the attached bathroom and started the bath before coming back as she slowly sat up, looking up at him. He scooped her up, damn near effortlessly,“Let’s get cleaned up, Mum.”

Kokichi simply shrugged with that same shit-eating grin on his face that he always had. 

“Well, maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with the annoying me if you’d just say yes,” he says in that sing-songy voice. 

You resist the urge to box his ears and instead turn away, speed-walking toward the classroom. To your dismay, he quickly follows behind you, matching your pace easily and practically skipping. You supposed someone like him burned a lot of energy annoying people and pulling tricks everyday, so this was probably nothing to him. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of being rejected?” you glanced at him, genuinely curious. 

“Nope!” He folds his arms behind his head leisurely and grins at you. “But I bet you’re getting tired of rejecting me, huh? You really want to say yes, don’t you? Huh?”

“I’m not even going to answer that,” you sighed. 

Kokichi made a face of shock, mouth and deep purple eyes wide in a way that could only be described as overexaggerated and purely for dramatic effect. 

“But you just did!” 

You suppressed an exasperated sigh and looked away from Kokichi, who was strolling next to you without a care in the world. He’d even started to whistle some annoying little tune that sounded suspiciously like the tune that had recently gone viral for being one of the worst earworms ever. 

Kokichi had been asking for your autograph for the past month since the fall semester of Hope’s Peak Academy had formally started and the two of you had met in-class for the first time. 

“Ultimate Celebrity, huh?!” he’d exclaimed, eyes comically wide and sparkly. “Does that mean you get to be an Ultimate for just existing? Do you even have to do anything? How is that even a talent, huh?” 

Kaede interjected with her hands on her hips. 

“Hey, don’t make fun! You know, they’re an Ultimate for a reason,” she huffed. “Look at that face! That style! The stuff that they use gets sold out within minutes, and the places they go get so popular they only take reservations for months after!” 

To be fair, you tried to stop Kaede. Tried and failed. 

“It’s okay, Kaede-” you put a hand on her shoulder gently, only for her to not even notice. 

“Do you even know how much one of their autographs goes for? It can go for a million yen!” she burst. 

It was then that a chill ran down your spine as you watched Kokichi’s face flash from that of a naive and playful prankster to a calculative one worthy of being called the Ultimate Supreme Leader–whatever that bogus-sounding talent was. Actually, how dare he question your talent when he had a suspicious talent like that? 

“Oho, is that so?” he smiled and tapped a finger to his lips, seemingly in thought. You didn’t know what he was thinking, but you did know that whatever it was, you didn’t like it at all. 

You gave the door to the classroom a furtive look. 

“Okay, well, if that’s all, I’m going to go to the bathroom now- Eek!” 

Kokichi had made his way to the door before you and was somehow effectively blocking your exit route with both palms pressed on either side of the door frame, even with his slight frame. Not only that, but he was currently making one of the most horrifying faces you’d ever seen on anyone, and you’d seen a lot of terrible things in the entertainment industry. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he smirked. Whatever that black pit of a face was, his eyes were two black holes in that pit. And, his mouth was stretched unnaturally wide in what could only be called an evil smile. “Hand it over.” He held out a hand, and you stared at his empty hand, simply appalled. 

You’d faced plenty of terrors and challenges as the Ultimate Celebrity, from surprise paparazzis at night to stalker-fans trying to break into your apartment, but you had to say that this was your first time being extorted for an autograph–not even asked, but threatened. 

You crossed your arms and gave him a dirty look. 

“No. Now step aside.” 

You couldn’t imagine that he’d keep blocking the doorway forever, especially since from the corner of your eye, you could see Kaito walking toward the classroom from the hallway. 

He slinked to the side surprisingly easily, making a disappointed puppy-dog face. 

“Aww, you’re no fun. It’s just an autograph, you know?”

You slid past him and made a beeline to the bathroom, which he thankfully did not follow you to–but you did feel his eyes on you until you disappeared from his line of sight. You’d think you’d have gotten used to being watched, being the Ultimate Celebrity, but somehow, this felt different. 

Fast-forward to today, about a month into the semester, and he hadn’t failed to pester you for an autograph every single day, although he luckily spent some of his time playing with (irritating?) your other classmates, too. 

“Keeboi, robots don’t have nipples, do they?” Some clanking noises came from the other side of the classroom, which you desperately hoped wasn’t Kokichi touching Kiibo.

“This is harassment! I must ask that you cease and desist at once–no, seriously, stop, Kokichi!” 

You winced but opted to remain a bystander. Getting involved ultimately meant offering yourself as the sacrificial target for Kokichi’s tricks and attention. ‘Sorry, Kiibo,’ you thought sympathetically. 

But unfortunately for you, Kokichi must have quickly gotten bored with Kiibo, because not even ten minutes later, he was at your side again. To be exact, he was sitting across from you at the desk in front of yours, hands holding onto the backrest of the chair.

“Come on, just one little autograph,” he begged with those big, gleaming eyes. Man, since when did being an Ultimate Supreme Leader involve having incredible acting abilities? Because otherwise, how could he look so pitiful and sad? Like a cat left in the pouring rain, sitting in a rotting cardboard box, waiting for a kind owner–

You averted your eyes. It would be fine if you didn’t look at him, you desperately thought to yourself. 

“I’m not giving an autograph to any classmates,” you state. “We’re all Ultimates and more or less equal, so I’m not going to give a fellow Ultimate an autograph. Plus, you think I don’t know you’re just going to go and auction it off?”  You turned and stared him down with the last sentence. 

“Nishishi, you got me there!” he laughed, but he didn’t seem surprised or offended. “Why don’t you do your classmate a little favor, then? You gave one to Nagito!” 

You huffed and pursed your lips. 

“I said no, Kokichi! And it’s different if it’s a fan,” you argued. “Nagito was already a fan because he loves Ultimates. Plus, he’s our upperclassman!” 

Kokichi put a hand to his chin in thought. 

“So it’s different if it’s a fan, huh? Okay, got it! I’ll be your fan, so give me an autograph!” he cheers. 

“No, Kokichi! Were you even listening to me?” 

He didn’t reply immediately for once, just watched you in an unsettling way. He even started twirling a strand of hair around his finger as he looked at you, and you started to feel self-conscious. You thought you’d gotten used to being watched, but yet again, it felt different coming from him. 

“Hmm, I guess I wasn’t… Well, if you won’t give me your autograph, then I want something else!” 

“What is it, now?” 

You sighed and rested your cheek on your hand, propping your elbow up on the desk and preparing yourself for whatever other ridiculous demand he’d come out with next.

“Give me your heart!” 

You almost fall out of your chair and scramble to hold onto the desk for dear life before incredulously staring at him. You could feel your face heating up, but you were sure it was just because he’d said something so unbelievably absurd.

“What did you say?” 

“I said, give me your heart,” Kokichi enunciated with a smile. “Do you need hearing aids? How come you didn’t hear it the first time?” His eyes reflected obsequious concern, and you frowned. 

“I heard you the first time! I just thought I heard wrong because you said something so– so weird. You know, your habit of lying and playing around with other people is going to get you in serious trouble someday.” 

Kokichi held up a hand and started examining his nails, shrugging. 

“I was being serious, though? This time, at least.”

You stared at him, unable to discern his true intentions or motives. 

“Kokichi, I–you’re just pulling my leg, right? Because if so, it’s not funny…” you trailed off, not sure what to even make of the current situation. On the off chance that he was being serious, you didn’t want to be dismissive, but after the past month of being teased and watching him trick and lie to other people like it was nothing, you couldn’t just take his words at face value. Especially when he said it so offhandedly. 

Kokichi clenched his fists and pouted, puffing up his pale cheeks. 

“Hey, don’t make me repeat myself! I tell the truth once in a while, you know! Don’t tell me you don’t believe me after I told you I was telling the truth already!” 

You blinked slowly, feeling your cheeks reddening. 

“Uh, then… What do you even mean by, ‘give me your heart?’ You want to date?” 

“No, silly,” he stuck his tongue out at you and rolled his eyes. “I want you to fall in love with me, duh! Come on, are you really so boring that you can’t even understand a figure of speech?” 

“I just didn’t expect it from you,” you quietly muttered. 

How did you feel about him, anyway? The past month suddenly felt like a blur–what had you even done the past month? You couldn’t quite remember, but whatever it was, it definitely felt like it was all memories filled with Kokichi’s presence, as infuriating as he could be sometimes. 

Then again, you knew he never truly meant any harm, and overall, you considered him–a classmate? No, that felt wrong after all the time you’d spent together for such a short span of a month. 

A friend. That felt so much more right, suited your relationships so much better.

You paused. 

“Wait a minute! You never even said that you liked me or anything. You just told me to fall in love with you!” you said, affronted by the realization. 

“Oops, you got me!” Kokichi snickered. “Well, if you insist, though I’m sure you get plenty of proclamations of love everyday as the Ultimate Celebrity.” 

He pulled out a flower from behind his back and thrusted it toward you with a big, innocent smile on his face. “I like you!” 

You facepalmed but plucked the flower from his hand begrudgingly.

“Somehow, that felt so disingenuous,” you complained. “Like it was just an afterthought. And you wondered why I didn’t believe you.” 

Kokichi poked your cheek, which had puffed a little without you even realizing. 

“Hey, don’t be so pessimistic after I told you I liked you! How can you have so many complaints about the Ultimate Supreme Leader liking you, huh? It should be your honor! A snap of my fingers, and I can have my thousands of underlings kneeling before you in seconds,” he boasted.

You gave him a look–you could just about see his nose growing longer for every lie coming out of his mouth.

“I doubt you have thousands of underlings,” you sighed. “Plus, this was so anticlimactic. I’m still pretty sure you just want to get my autograph.” 

Kokichi put a finger to his chin, thinking hard–or hardly thinking, it was always hard to tell with someone like him. 

“Well, do you need me to prove it? I’ll say I like you a thousand times! Here, why don’t I start now?” He opened his mouth wide and started chanting, “I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like-” 

You hastily slapped a hand over his mouth and fearfully glanced around the classroom. Luckily, everyone else was busy with their own conversations during lunchtime. 

“Stop that, you’re going to get everyone’s attention!” you grumbled. 

“Oh?” he chuckled as he pulled your hand from his mouth, and a look of delighted mischief sparkled in his eyes–a look, you now realize, of trouble. “You know what an even better way to get everyone’s attention is? Watch this!” 

And then, he leaned in and pressed his soft, pale lips to yours–but they were gone so soon, no sooner than you had realized they’d even touched you at all, too soon, in fact. You sat there in shock, face rapidly heating up; you were melting like butter in a hot pan, like ice under the summer sun, and you had no idea how to cope. 

Slowly, you brought your fingers to your lips, still staring at Kokichi, who had the smuggest little smile on his face. 

“You-!” 

“Did you like it? Should I kiss you again?” he licked his lips, smirking. “Here, hold still-” 

But before he could do anything else, he was interrupted by Kaito, who had grabbed onto his shoulders firmly with an uncontrollable blush on his face. Kaito could barely even look at you, instead fiercely glaring at Kokichi.

“What are you doing to them?! You didn’t even ask, and you’re in the damn classroom, Kokichi! Our entire class just saw that!” 

Kokichi stuck his tongue out at Kaito, struggling against Kaito’s hold on him.

“Yeah, and who cares? They didn’t say they didn’t like it. Right, [Name]?” He paused and waved his hand in front of your dazed face. “Hellooooo, Earth to [Name]?” 

You shook your head rapidly, trying to come back to your senses. Of all the things to happen today, you hadn’t expected to be kissed by Kokichi Ouma. Maybe just another plea for an autograph, and maybe a prank or two, but a kiss? And not only that, but you hadn’t expected yourself to like it so much. Or like him so much.

“No, I…” Still thoroughly startled, you glanced away, still blushing, only to notice that the entire class was practically staring at the two of you (and Kaito, now that he’d tried to intervene). Tenko had put her hands up over her eyes, except she’d parted her fingers, so she wasn’t actually blocking anything from sight as she blushed furiously. Meanwhile, Shuichi had dropped his egg roll onto his desk, and Gonta was trying to ask Miu what kissing was and what it meant. Angie was watching with fervent interest, and Maki seemed shocked you’d let him kiss you to begin with, judging by the murderous expression on her face. 

To hell with it, you decided. Let them watch. Most of your life as the Ultimate Celebrity was already watched, anyway. What was one more thing? 

“It’s my turn now,” you grinned. Kaito let go of him, seeming to notice the tension in the air. “Don’t move.” 

You leaned over the desk and with a finger, tilted his chin up toward you, watching the Adam’s apple of his slender neck bob nervously. 

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, not just once, not just twice, but three times. When you finally let go of him, you had the pleasure of seeing a thoroughly and truly bewildered look on his face for once; his eyes were blank, as if trying to process what had just happened, and a generous amount of pink had painted itself over his usually pale cheeks.

Kaito gave a wolf whistle and clapped, while the others started murmuring to each other.

“Nyeh… Is this the power of the Ultimate Celebrity?” Himiko uttered in surprise. “Truly magic to be wary of…” 

“It’s not m-magic,” Tenko stuttered and flusteredly pointed at you. “It’s, it’s sorcery! They made Kokichi shut up for once in his life!” 

“No, no, this surely must be a divine act bestowed by Atua,” Angie crowed. 

“Did we want Kokichi to shut up that badly…?” Shuichi asks tentatively. 

“Yes.” Maki stabbed her pickled plum with scary precision. “Yes, we did.” 

Kaede tried to assuage everyone’s complaints.

 “Now, he’s not that bad…” 

“Well, I’m glad that pipsqueak shut up for once!” Miu exclaimed. 

“Yes, he’s an absolute menace,” Korekiyo agreed.

But the quiet Kokichi didn’t last for long–or at least, not as long as some of them hoped it would. He swiftly leapt up from his seat and pulled you up, too, before hug-attacking you. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you had it in you! From now on, you have to kiss me everyday,” he declared proudly. “And if you skimp, you have to give me an autograph!”

You pat him on the head, chuckling–his hair was so soft, you absent-mindedly thought to yourself. 

“Again with the autograph. You really are persistent,” you laughed. 

He pulled back for a moment and sweetly stared into your eyes. 

“But that’s what you like about me so much, right? Nishishi!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you shrugged, but you could feel your cheeks warming up again. 

Kokichi leaned in close, the breath from his mouth tickling your ear.

Chapter 2

It seemed like Bi-Han’s ice powers made the man frigid.

She laughed quietly when the thought crossed her mind. It has been several weeks since The Red Orchid began their work for the Lin Kuei, and no progress has been made regarding Operation Ice Blue. Nothing. Not even a simple and useless fact like how he’s like in bed, because he has not taken any of the girls to bed yet.

Iris sighed as she spelled out the last letter of her message and, without waiting for the ink to dry, folded the piece of paper. The message on it simply read, “Not even once.”

She was at a loss about how to proceed. The girls depended on her. To help them woo the Grandmaster. Madam Azalea depended on her. To gather useful information and finish this job. No matter how amazing of a performance the girls put up, no matter how many other warriors they went through; one of the girls even tried speaking to the Grandmaster directly, but he just kept ignoring them.

Iris gathered her purse and her fan, put the message into her hidden sleeve pocket, hopped into her shoes and left the chambers assigned to The Red Orchid. An informant lived in the nearby town, and she took care of delivering messages and instructions between Iris and Madam Azalea. The messages have been scarce considering the lack of progress, so Iris wasn’t too worried about raising suspicion when she occasionally took a trip to the town.

The girls’ chambers were at the outskirts of the Lin Kuei compound, and one could quickly reach the gate. Iris was busy brainstorming ideas on The Red Orchid’s next performance and was almost oblivious to her environment. Not that he made any sound, his footsteps silent on the cobbled path.

“Where do you think you’re going, slut?”

Iris froze mid-step. Even though the deep and commanding voice had never spoken to her directly before, she immediately recognized it, and it made her blood run cold.

There is no reason for him to suspect anything, crossed her mind as she composed herself.

She spun on her heel and immediately dipped her head into a low bow, “Grandmaster.”

Iris straightened back up, an easy-going smile on her face, and finally locked eyes with the handsome warrior standing in front of her.

“I’m going to the town to pick up some supplies for our contraceptive concoction. I’m the handler of The Red Orchid’s entertainers and I’m allowed to leave at any time. Those are our terms,” she explained in a calm way, her fan popping open with a flick of her wrist.

Bi-Han crossed his arms over his chest, and she couldn’t help but give his bulging biceps an appreciative once-over. The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was pure sin on two legs.

“And what if you’re needed to perform your services?” he questioned, his voice low and emotionless.

“That is not my duty. I’m here to take care of the girls and represent Madam Azalea in any bureaucratic matters.”

It felt almost like a cartoonish lightbulb flicked on above her head as a daring idea came to her mind.

“Do you require my services, Grandmaster?” she continued. “My girls tell me you deny all their advances. Is something wrong? Do you not find our services satisfactory?”

Bi-Han let out a short, humourless laugh, “I am not interested in used goods.”

A spark of anger flared up inside Iris and the grip on her fan tightened. Those girls were extremely hard-working, kind, and loyal. He had no right to talk about them in such way just because of the nature of their work; Grandmaster and a client or not.

“Do not insult The Red Orchid. Our girls—”

“Or what?” Bi-Han interrupted her with a low growl and took a step forward. “Are you threatening me, whore handler?”

You’re a diplomat, Iris. Calm down and be respectful. Stroke his ego.

She took a deep breath, her expression relaxing and gaze lowering to the ground, “No, of course not, Grandmaster. But—”

Her eyes met his. Brown. A warm colour.

“Sex work is not the only thing we do. Please let one of our girls perform a private tea ceremony for you. It’s a great thing to do to wind down after a long day. Tomorrow after dinner. I’ll clear the schedule of any girl you want.”

He did not seem to care about performative arts, so maybe he cared about tradition.

Bi-Han was silent for a long moment.

“I want you to do it,” he said flatly, but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes.

“I’m—. Of course, Grandmaster, as you wish.”

*

Did she find Bi-Han terrifying? Yes. Did she also find him intriguing and weirdly attractive? That was true as well.

Iris was familiar with tea ceremony and has been a participant many times, but she’s never actually performed it. That night she recruited The Red Orchid girl who was an expert in performing the tea ceremony. And she practiced. All evening. The next morning. Until it was time to get ready for her meeting with the Grandmaster.

Almost her entire wardrobe consisted of traditional outfits, so it wasn’t hard to find something appropriate. She applied some light makeup and weaved some accessories into her hair. She wasn’t sure about Bi-Han’s preferences, but she had a hunch a more innocent, soft look might help rile him up.

Packing up the supplies for the tea ceremony, she headed to the little pavilion near the training grounds. The Lin Kuei compound was a mix of buildings, outside training grounds and gardens. Iris was quite familiar with the gardens as that was where she often took walks. She knew of the pavilion they’d agreed to meet at. Not too secluded, but it was partially obscured from the training ground’s direction. The official martial arts practice has ended for today, but there were many Lin Kuei warriors who would come out to train even in the afterhours.

She arrived before the Grandmaster. He was probably still at the mess hall having dinner. The Red Orchid girls had their meals in their rooms, separate from the clan, so Iris was able to grab a little bite earlier.

She had just set the last teacup in place, when she heard a soft sound of approaching footsteps on the gravel path. The source soon followed the sound and Bi-Han appeared from behind some hibiscus bushes, following the tiny garden path. All tall and handsome, sporting his signature blue warrior robe – sleeveless, so his delicious muscular arms were on full display, he was a sight to behold.

Iris quickly got onto her feet and bowed gracefully, “Grandmaster, good evening.”

“You’re awfully covered up for a whore,” he chuckled coldly as he made his way up the two stairs of the pavilion.

She chose to ignore his comment and instead sat down by the little table she had set up. She motioned for him to sit down on the other side of the table.

“I’m sorry I do not live up to your expectations, I’m just being respectful of the ceremony,” she said.

Bi-Han sat down on the opposite side of the table, his back perfectly straight, “Begin then.”

Iris took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, and then exhaled, willing all the stray thoughts to leave her mind. The ceremony itself was quite relaxing and she wanted to be in that mood from the start.

The warrior watched her carefully as she began to rinse the teapot and the teacups, a hint of vapor rising from the water. She picked up a dish with tea leaves and scooped them into the teapot. Pouring hot water over the leaves, she waited a few seconds and then poured it out, rinsing the leaves in the process. The second time she poured the water into the teapot, she left it there for good, starting the brewing process. She covered the teapot and continued pouring hot water over it, maintaining the temperature.

Bi-Han watched patiently, stoically. Iris was proud of herself for managing to keep her hands steady, not shaking under his cold gaze.

She let the tea brew, but her work was not yet over. With the remaining hot water, she rinsed the teacups again, warming them up in preparation for the tea. Now it was time to serve the tea. She filled the two teacups, set down the teapot, and carefully picked one of the cups up. Both hands on the teacup, she extended her arms and offered the tea to Bi-Han.

The Grandmaster reached for the offered teacup, his fingers briefly brushing against hers – the teacup simply too small to accomplish this exchange without touching. Iris quickly pulled her hands back to her lap, her heart skipping a beat at the soft touch. And it was cold. Bi-Han’s hands were so cold. So why was the sensation accompanying their brief exchange practically scorching.

She watched him carry the steaming cup of tea closer to his lips and take a slow sip. This was the first time she had a chance to really study his face and admire his strong jaw and cheekbones, the alluring curve of his lips, and the deep colour of his eyes. Bi-Han was a very handsome man and Iris could practically feel her cheeks heating up as she unwillingly imagined that face between her legs.

Bi-Han’s gaze slowly switched attention from the cup to her, and even though she expected that to happen at some point, she still blushed furiously, feeling like she was caught in the naughty act.

“Good,” he stated.

“What?” she chirped, maybe a little too loudly.

Bi-Han gave her a strange look, “The tea, it’s good.”

She nodded and grabbed her own teacup, “Thank you.”

The Grandmaster seemed like a man that rarely gave praise and Iris felt an overwhelming pride swelling in her chest.

She straightened up and said with a bit more confidence, “It’s a special blend. It should help you relax and sleep well tonight.”

“Are you sure it’s not a special blend that will make me go crazy with desire for you?” Bi-Han taunted.

Her eyes widened, “E-excuse me?”

He chuckled coldly, “I thought you wanted me to take you to bed; you or maybe another whore, since you keep offering them to me.”

Iris took a sip of her tea, taking extra few seconds to think, “Whether you use our services or not, we are getting paid handsomely by the clan to just be here. I guess it’s a waste of money on your part then.”

Bi-Han’s gaze darkened, “Are you questioning my leadership?”

She knew she was playing a very dangerous game when she shrugged and said, “Well, it wasn’t you who hired The Red Orchid—”

In a matter of seconds, Bi-Han was on his feet and across the table, his movements fast but graceful – predatory. His hand grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head, forcing her to look up at him.

“Silence, whore,” he snarled, his face coming dangerously close to hers. “I’ll take what we paid for then.”

Iris’ heart was racing and so were her thoughts. This was it, a chance to get closer to him, get in a better position to spy on him. But it was not supposed to be her – she was the handler, she forwarded the information, not gathered it. Besides, she’d only ever lain with women.

“I-I’m not one of the entertainers, I’m not the best at the art of pleasuring a man,” she warned meekly.

“Good. All you must do is keep your mouth open and I’ll do the rest,” he said darkly.

His other hand moved to his crotch, undoing his pants. She stared, wide-eyed, as he pulled out his half-hard cock. Even in this state, it was already impressive, and Iris had a tough time imagining how she could fit it anywhere when it was fully erect. He gave it a few quick pumps and it eagerly responded to his touch.

Bi-Han’s grip on her hair was unyielding. Even while keeping her head perfectly still, she could feel the burning sensation of the pull. It made her feel … excited?

“Open,” Bi-Han commanded, his girthy cock now inches away from her lips.

Slowly, cautiously, she parted her lips, her eyes flicking between the Grandmaster’s face and his impressive member. A droplet of pre-cum had gathered on its pink tip. He bucked his hips, the tip of his cock hitting her lips and smearing the pre-cum around.

“I said open, whore,” Bi-Han growled and pulled on her hair harshly.

She opened her mouth to cry out in pain, but all that accomplished was a mouthful of dick. It was too sudden, too deep – it made her cough and gag. Bi-Han held her there for a few more seconds, then finally pulled her off his dick.

“C’mon now, we barely even started,” he mocked her as she was catching her breath.

“Can you … go slower,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse.

Bi-Han pushed his cock against her lips again, “No. Now be a good whore and take what you’re given.”

Iris opened her mouth wider this time, and even though Bi-Han was still rough and fast when pushing it in, she was at least expecting it. He stopped when he was halfway in and then immediately pulled all the way out. He repeated the motion, once, twice, harder each time, pushing deeper. Her mouth was already taking all it could, yet he was barely halfway in. Saliva was gathering in the corners of her mouth and all she could do was let it dribble down her chin.

Bi-Han pulled on her hair again, tilting her head back even more. On the next thrust, his cock pushed deeper into her throat, and she started coughing and choking violently again. He pulled back, but not fully, then rammed in again. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to catch her breath, saliva dripping down her chin freely.

“You look so pathetic,” Bi-Han commented coldly. “You can barely take my cock, what a useless slut.”

Iris’ face was already red from exertion, but she blushed an even deeper colour after hearing his degrading words.

Bi-Han kept thrusting deep, continuously hitting the back of her throat, and all she could do was try and focus on her breathing. Her jaw hurt and her face was stained with tears and drool, her make-up completely ruined. But there was also a wicked kind of pleasure that she was getting from being treated like this, and she squeezed her legs together several times during the act.

She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth now and she knew he was getting close. Bi-Han readjusted his grip on her hair, holding her head instead, and pushed her closer into his crotch. Iris let out a pathetic whine when his thick cock hit the back of her throat and then remained there, the Grandmaster keeping her close.

Several seconds passed. Being this close to him, she could feel a chill in the air surrounding him.

Bi-Han suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her off his cock that was dripping with her saliva, and grabbed it with his hand. He gave it a few quick pumps, breathing heavily, and then grunted as he spilled all over her face. His cum landed on her cheeks, her chin, and her lips, completing her messy, used look.

The Grandmaster’s breathing was still a bit faster than usual, his gaze hazy as he continued to hold her there, staring down at her. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lower lip, getting a taste of his release. Salty. Cold.

“Slut,” Bi-Han grunted as he watched her lick up his cum. And he watched her eagerly.

Then he finally let go of her hair and took a step back, quickly fiddling with his pants.

Iris was still in a daze after what had just transpired. She could also feel the unmistakable wetness between her legs, which only further fuelled the delicious feeling of embarrassment. She just let a man treat her like a mere toy, just a mouth that he could get off on.

“I have changed my mind,” Bi-Han said hoarsely, his member already covered up, the Grandmaster himself looking as composed as always. “Bring one of your whores to my chambers tomorrow. I expect a better service than today.”

That made Iris perk up.

“Yes, Grandmaster,” she bowed, her voice still a bit raspy.

Operation Ice Blue could officially begin.

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