Sakakura was easy; a few words and a rough patch or two and he was a slave under his possession. Annoying and clingy, certainly, but good for sexual relations and certainly a good servant. He followed near every instruction and never had to be taught a thing; a wonderful plaything from the start.
Yukizome was different.
Emotionally dead, avoidant to all physical contact, and entirely ignorant to all forms of affection; she too was against the farce of a 'relationship' Sakakura insisted on, or as against it as she could bother to understand. She would require a different form of molding to get by all of those barriers.
He'd already explained the basics of hand-holding and even small kisses to her (or as best as she could understand), and thus the next step came.
"Yukziome." Kyouji spoke, approaching her and noticing the gleam of that damned knife in her hand. "I have something to speak with you about...could you please come to my office?”
