how could it be? the same man who vowed to eradicate every non-sorcerer, the man who hated your kind with a burning passion, had become utterly infatuated with you. he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge it.
you were everything he hated: weak, helpless, oblivious, and dumb. most of all, a non-sorcerer. but you were gorgeous, he thought to himself. he could stare at you all day, yet he cursed himself at the same time for even feeling the slightest hint of attraction towards someone who should be a target.
geto let out a heavy sigh, realizing his attempts to rid himself of these thoughts seemed impossible. it was as if you plagued his mind. he thought maybe if he had his way with you, you would leave his thoughts alone for good.
he found himself staying in discreet places to watch you from afar, eradicating all curses that seemed to get too close to you to protect you. but for once, he allowed one to grasp onto you. just so he could watch you desperately come to his aid like the weak, foolish girl you were.
there you were, standing before him with a curse coiled around your waist. you winced in pain, trembling before him, your voice filled with stress. “please… i came to you because i figured only you could save me, geto-sama. i trust you.”
he was not surprised by the sudden visit. a smug smirk appeared on his face as he took in the sight of you, so vulnerable and helpless. a sense of satisfaction washed over him, knowing you looked up to him as some kind of savior or god.
geto threw his arms out, adjusting his large robes that swayed with every step as he analyzed the curse that had you in its grasp, humming in thought as he got close.
“stay still,” he said bluntly. with that, you felt the pain subside with what seemed like a simple movement of his hand and the sound of him swallowing something unknown to you. you opened your squinted eyes to see him brushing his hands off, a sour expression on his face.
you stood dumbfounded before the monk, unsure whether to break down in tears of joy or maintain your composure. you stuttered, rubbing your hand against the area where the curse had been attached.
geto took a sharp breath before straightening the creases in his robes and looking back at you to speak.
“humans like you don’t possess the ability to rid themselves of these curses. pity, isn’t it?” the monk said.
brought out of your moment of relief from the pain, you asked under your breath, “what do you mean?”
geto let out a small chuckle at your reaction, lazily throwing an arm over your shoulders as he walked you down the hallways of the echoing temple. “what i mean is, you people are the exact reason curses even exist in this world,” he said bluntly. “and yet, here you are, seeking my assistance. but that’s human nature, no? relying on those in higher power when they’re in need.” in these words, his voice softened a bit, almost as if he was sympathizing with you. “the least you can do is thank me, dear, after all, i just saved your life.”
you batted your lashes before looking up at him pressed beside you, his eyes fixed on yours intensely the whole time, the smug expression never leaving his features. you felt your face heat up and looked back down at the floor. “s-surely just a thank you wouldn’t suffice for what you have done for me,” you said shyly.
“ah, what are you implying? that you pay me compensation? impossible!” his free hand shot up, waving dismissively at you, his eyes squinted half-shut as a faux smile appeared on his face, his brows furrowed. “saving you poor non-shamans’ lives is my utmost duty, after all!” geto’s face almost immediately turned to one of anguish and despair, his tone filled with hopelessness, his fist clenched.
“but… i want to repay the kindness you have shown me. i’m in debt to you, aren’t i?” you countered, still not being able to look up at him towering over you.
geto’s expression turned blank a bit too quickly after your statement. he let out a low hum, taking a moment to think before looking back down at you. “well, you’re not wrong about that.” his response was blunt, leaving it for you to finish his thought.
suguru geto wasn’t the sympathetic type. he had never been so patient with a non-sorcerer before, which explained the smears of blood that splattered the walls and the disfigured body of a man whom he had killed for being a measly ¥170 yen off.
a moment of silence hung in the air. his arm extended to the side, bringing his oversized sleeves up enough to check the time displayed on his watch.
“perhaps… i repay you another way?” you suggested, your voice convincing enough, although faint and subdued.
were you trying to seduce him? he would never allow a filthy non-shaman to do such a thing, so why did he like the way it sounded coming from you?
he contemplated your proposal while he shifted to face you completely. his eyes traveled down your body, lingering a little longer on the exposed areas of your skin. “and what exactly are you suggesting?”
your eyebrows lowered at the sight of the large bulge beneath his heavy attire as he sat at the edge of the mattress, his arms supporting his weight as you knelt before him.
geto’s expression was stoic, but his body told a different story. his muscles tensed a bit as you wrapped a gentle hand around the base of his clothed cock. he took it upon himself to undo the okesa meticulously that fell to the floor in a crumpled mess, his cock springing up free at the discarding of his boxers.
your eyes widened at the sight. so thick and girthy, standing tall in front of your eyes. before you could begin anything, he muttered under his breath, “taking our sweet time, hm?” his hands quickly unbuttoned the shirt underneath the okesa, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. he tried to remain composed, but his impatience was clear.
his composure started to falter slightly, lips parted as he looked down at you, his eyes darkened with what seemed like heightening desire. his large hand made its way onto the top of your head, pushing you down without much warning, gagging you immediately, earning a pout from you.
“i know you can do it, pretty girl,” he said, a reassurance you could take all of him. you began to bob your head slowly, tongue dragging along his length, lips sucking softly at his tip, before allowing your head to fall slowly, taking all his length. geto’s attempts at stifling a moan came in vain, the sounds of pleasure leaving his lips like a song. you felt a sticky dampness collecting at your panties the longer this dragged on. geto felt a sense of guilt and disdain at the thought he was allowing a non-sorcerer to pleasure him, but your mouth felt so good, he got lost in it all.
geto’s head leaned back over his broad shoulders, in an attempt to hide how flushed he was getting. sweat beginning to collect at his bangs, he ran a hand through his long, silky hair. his whole body tensed, hands gripping the sheets, causing his veins to become more prominent through his forearms and hands.
a loud grunt escaped from his lips, thighs flexing as your pace quickened, lewd sounds of wet squelching filling the air. it was getting increasingly difficult to remain composed.
“don’t… push it,” he managed to grit out through clenched teeth, the muscles in his arm tensing as he attempted to steady his breathing. the feeling of your mouth was driving him insane, and it was becoming more and more obvious. his dark, heavy-lidded eyes were fixed on you. the sweet sounds of your muffled whimpers, your eyes glistening with tears threatening to spill down, your lips puffy as your mouth engulfed his red, swollen cock.
geto let out a small, shaky breath before the feeling of a gooey substance filled your mouth, and a low, guttural groan escaped geto’s lips as you halted your movements. he tilted his head back once more, his hair messy and stuck to his skin. his cum, white and sticky, coated his tip like some kind of glaze, dripping down his softening length slowly.
the two of you stayed in silence for some time, except for the sounds of your labored breathing lingering.
“geto-sama… my debt?” you finally whispered beneath your breath.
suguru, still attempting to gain back some semblance of composure, replied gravelly, “hm, i’ll dismiss you of compensation just this time,”
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