Hayate grinned, seeing that Sakuya appeared to be fully hypnotized. The thought of having the exceptionally endowed fourteen year old completely servile to his every whim sent a rush of excitement through his veins. With how often he was the one being pushed and ordered around, having complete control over someone -- anyone -- was simply intoxicating.
He thought of what to do, for a moment, until he was struck with inspiration. The girls around him frequently teased him with their beautiful bodies, and Sakuya in particular took no small delight in playing him a fool. The curves of her body, rolling hills and falling valleys of an almost criminally generous size for someone as young as she, were readily visible to his eyes, emphasized as they were by Miss Aizawa's choice of garb.
He imagined what she must look like underneath her clothes. He had gotten glimpses, of course, many times over. But he'd never had the chance to see her body up close and examine it at his leisure.
Hayate's normally repressed perversion, tearing loose in the rush of power that flooded his body at having hypnotized Sakuya, his mistress's cousin, put in his mind the notion of commanding Sakuya to strip. He thought of ordering her to remove her dress. He considered the benefits, weighed the pros and cons of doing this.
Then he did it.
"Take off your dress," he said firmly, speaking in a confident, commanding tone of voice. "That's your first order."
"Of course, master..." replied Sakuya dully, nodding respectfully in his direction.
She reached behind her neck, undoing the strap between her shoulders that held the dress tightly to her frame. She unlaced her garment, and it went loose. It fell down her body in a cascade of azure silk, fluttering and flowing on the air as it dropped, before ultimately pooling in a heap at her ankles.
Hayate observed Sakuya's now exposed skin. It was smooth and pale, looking very soft and supple in all of the right places. She was not naked, having still her bra and panties (plain white cotton, both, though very high quality) as well as her shoes and stockings, but what Hayate could not yet see was in a way even more provocative than what he could see.
Her breasts were a generous C-cup, at the very least, a generous swell of shapely, womanly flesh. Sakuya had a very generous bosom for her age, and her hips also curved in just the right way. She was a lovely girl, as pretty as she was eccentric, and Hayate was getting aroused just looking at her.
"Does this... please you... master?" she asked him in a soft monotone, nothing like her usually exuberant speech. Her words didn't even betray any sign of her Kansai accent.
"It does," answered Hayate promptly and truthfully. He very much appreciated the view he was getting, and it was only making him feel more empowered to have the headstrong Aizawa heiress acting so passive and subservient for him.
"Thank you, master," she replied with a deep bow, and Hayate's gaze immediately zeroed in on the view of her cleavage. "I live to serve you. Is there anything else you desire?"
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