This choice: Two days later, Ms. Smith shows up with Miia as scheduled • Go Back... Once Kimihito was moved out, the villain settled into his new temporary home. He set up water and power, and waited patiently, enjoying Japanese TV.
Finally, came the fateful day, a knock on his door. He opened it, and to his delight, two lovely women were there.
One was Ms. Kuroko Smith, overworked agent of the government. She had long, beautiful legs, a curvy figure, prominent breasts hidden under her dress shirt, and shoulder-length black hair.
With her was Miia, the lamia. The red-headed beauty blushed shyly, and the villain was struck by how beautiful she was, her red scales glistening in the light.
"Oho," the villain said. "Two of the most beautiful women in the world at my doorstep? I wonder what I did to deserve this?"
Miia giggled at the compliment, visibly relaxing, while Ms. Smith blushed. "Well... um..." the woman said. "Are you Kimihito Kurusu?"
"Nope," the man said. "I just bought this house from his parents, helped him get set up in a new place. What's up?"
Ms. Smith facepalmed. "I'm Kuroko Smith. He'd volunteered for the Cultural Exchange Program..."
The villain quirked an eyebrow. "Did he? Didn't seem like the type. You sure it wasn't a clerical error?"
Ms. Smith flinched, and the villain knew he was right. "Hey now," he said, walking up to her. Ms. Smith, despite herself, found herself becoming entranced by the villain's good looks and sexy voice. "Don't you worry about a thing. Just put my name on the records instead. I'm more than happy to take this lovely young snake lady in."
"Y-You are?" Miia asked, surprised.
"Who wouldn't want to have a beautiful woman living with them? Several, even," the villain said. His eyes glowed as he said, "If that's all right with you."
Miia was briefly entranced by his eyes, a suggestion planted into her head. "Oh!" she said, shaking her head as she came out of the trance. "Sure, I don't mind. The more the merrier, right?"
The villain turned to Smith again, his eyes glowing as he mesmerized her. "There you. Just changed some names here and there," he said. "And we're all set." His eyes flashed, and he planted a suggestion in Ms. Smith's mind.
"Fuck it," she said. "Had her assigned going to this address, so she's going to this address. I'll just change the names to..." She looked up.
"Phil T. Richman," the villain said. "But you both can call me Master when its just us."
"Okay Master," Miia said, giggling and blushing at using the word.
Ms. Smith suddenly had an image of him pushing her over her own desk, riding her ass long and hard. She shook her head to clear it, but that just replaced it with another erotic fantasy. What's wrong with me? Ms. Smith thought, blushing and holding out a clipboard. "A-Anyway. Just fill out these forms, and we'll have you all set up. Some people will be by soon to remodel the house to help accommodate Miia."
"That's fine," the villain signing the forms using the false alias he had been given. He then held out his arm to Miia, the lamia slithering to his side and clutching his arm lovingly, smiling at the man who so readily accepted her. "Oh, and by the way?" he said, planting another suggestion in Ms. Smith's mind. "If you have any 'problem' cases, feel free to send them my way." He planted the names of the rest of Kimihito's harem in her subconscious, as well as the names of a few other girls. "I've got more than enough room in my bed."
Miia squeaked. "B-Bed?" she said.
"I meant it when I could you beautiful, Miia. You and Ms. Smith here both," the villain said. "It'd be an honor to have sex with you."
Ms. Smith, who had already internalized the villain's suggestion, frowned. "There are rules to the Cultural Exchange, sir. If-" She trailed off as the villain looked at her, eyes glowing with his hypnotic power.
"It's a stupid rule. So long as everything's consensual, then it should be okay," the villain said. And she believed it. (Granted, considering the amount of brainwashing and outright kidnapping to other worlds he was planning, 'consent' was a loaded word, but still...)
"...Yeah," Ms. Smith said, putting her hands on her hips. "I mean, if two consenting adults agree to it..." She shook her head. "Look. Just don't actually hurt hurt her, and keep your sex on the downlow, then we're good. Okay Master?"
"Very much okay," the villain said. "Feel free to stop by yourself if you need a quickie."
"R-Right," Ms. Smith said, blushing bright red and walking away. To go pour ice water on her crotch, because holy shit if she stayed there any longer she'd have been throwing herself at the man.
Miia giggled. She was confused, but this very handsome man was happy to see her and found her attractive to the point of wanting to mate with her. "You're quite the lothario," she teased.
The villain chuckled. "Oh honey you have no idea," he said, scooping her up princess style, her tail reflexively coiling around him as she blushed. A happy, excited giggle came from her. "You okay there, Miia?" he said, showing no signs of straining at lifting her long, heavy body.
"S-Sorry," Miia said. "It's been a secret dream of mine to have a handsome prince carry me like this."
The villain smiled and began to walk inside his house, unhindered by the coils around his legs, not noticing the reflexive, powerful squeezes. "Dreams come true, my dear. Mostly for me," he said as he shut the door behind them.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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