[x] Hug Sakuya.

She’s sorry right? Being the tsundere that she is, it must take a lot of effort to be so direct. A voice in the back of your mind screams ‘NO!’ but that sad face… red with hours of crying and inner torment. How can you say no to something like that?

“All right. Come on, you crazy maid.”

Her face lights up with those words. A genuine smile spreads across previously quivering lips, and fresh tears slide down red blushing cheeks. Shifting into your outspread arms, Sakuya leans against your chest as her eyelids drift down to the dark circles below them. She must really be exhausted. With one arm squeezing you and the other limp, the platinum haired maid seems like nothing more than a frail woman. Soft cries emanate from below.

“Th-thank you.” Her words cut between choked sobs. “You r-really are a wonderful m-man. The m-mistress was r-right about you.”

The gasps and cries grow stronger.

“I-I’m sorry.”
But the voice sounds different. It’s regretful, yet has a distinct desperation to it. Those words throw you off guard for a moment. It’s a moment of pure defenselessness. A moment is all that’s needed to swing around the knife laying under the covers into your back.

But the moment won’t come.

Instantly you noticed Sakuya’s shifting weight. The right hand which was lying limp moves with tremendous speed, carrying a glint of silver. With all her strength she brings it around in a deadly arc to your exposed back, puncturing your organs.

Or would have. The maid falls back, eyes wide in surpise as she looks from you to her own immobilized hand; the dagger sits comfortably in the space where once was your ring finger. The very thing she took away when she fed you to those beasts.

With all your strength, your grip tightens around her outstretch hand. A look of panic covers Sakuya’s face as she stares at it, unaware of your other hand already in motion. With a loud smack, your free palm crosses her cheek with a might slap.

The shocked woman simply drops the knife and reaches up to feel her swelling cheek. A look of pure shock greets you, giving a sort of odd pleasure. I must have been decades since she was treated like that. All the authority she carried went to her head over the years.

But it doesn’t matter how she feels about it.

Fury pumps through your veins. Absolute anger towards this woman who has repeatedly betrayed your kindness and trust floods your body. Worse yet, she willing tried to take away her mistress’s happiness. Is she really that jealous? Unforgivable.

Simply unforgiveable.

Her body is surprisingly light. It’s barely an effort to lift and throw the petite woman to the floor. With terror Sakuya watches your sword come forth and slide to her throat. On her back she lies, paralyzed at the imminent death she knows she deserves. A thought surges to your mind from the sword. The mountain of sins she’s collected has stained her so much that she actually would welcome a cleansing death. She is a danger to Scarlet Bloodline and she must be taught, it commands.

Oh, she’ll be taught.

As if guided by the sword, your arm sweeps from her neck to feet, cutting the simple kimono away. Not waiting for a reaction, you grab Sakuya by the neck and lift her into the air before returning to the bed. Her robes slip away, revealing pale soft skin and small but perfectly round breasts. Quickly you sit down on the edge of the mattress and throw Sakuya down; her stomach hits your knees with a dull thud. A ragged gasp exits her panting mouth.

Almost ceremonially, you lift your hand high in the air and hurl it down to her bare ass. The loud clap of skin against skin echoes in the silent room. Sakuya’s body jerks as a different gasp escapes her lips. A throbbing sting coats your hand, but it doesn’t matter. Again, you lift your weapon high and bring it down upon her with a righteous blow. She moans softly. Again and again you spank her rear as it grows red and raw, while holding her jaw firmly in your left hand. As she opens her mouth again, you slip in a single finger.