One Track Mind, One Track Heart [Souta]

That. Damn. Shitlord!

Souta had been walking around looking for him for like an hour now, he'd even stopped to ask directions from someone because the bastard wasn't in his tower, and they said he was probably in this tower, and now Souta was here, and he still hadn't found him, and just, just god fucking damnit.

He was going to punch Takua when he found him. If only the bastard didn't insist on suppressing his power for whatever reason. He couldn't understand why someone would want to appear that much weaker than they really are. If the man only walked around without giving a damn who could sense him, like Souta, he could have found him by now. Instead he was lost in, what was this, the Primera's? tower, with no damn clue where Takua was. All he wanted was to talk about cero, and he's gone through this much bullshit for it.

Next person he finds, he's not just going to ask directions, he's going to have himself some entertainment to make up for this hour of time he's lost. Either a fight, some food, or a good fuck would make up for it.

A few more halls, and then a turned corner or two, and Souta passed by a doorway. He stopped just after. Wait, had he seen someone in there? A quick about faced, and he was leaning into the door frame, looking into the room. He did! He did see someone. And best of all, it was a girl. Perfect for some entertainment. She was cute too, even if her appearance was a little weird. White hair, and a red mark on her forehead. But man, she had some nice curves to her, and a cute face, even if she was a little pale.

This would definitely make up for wasted time.

He stepped all the way through the door, approaching her with a steady gait, his hands hanging from his obi by his thumbs. He spoke as he closed the distance, his voice gentle, as if he was talking to a small animal that might easily be frightened away.

"Yo. Now just who might you be?"

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She'd made it.

Relief sank in with a stingingly sweet surge through her body, a relaxing of hunched up shoulders and muscles that'd tensed in preparation to fight or flight her way out of a potentially unwanted situation. They'd passed by with just a hint of skin and rustling of white fabric and brightly colored hair with a particularly thunderous expression upon their face.

She hoped Takua or Aya weren't expecting an unhappy visitor.

Footsteps stopped, she heard the moment they pivoted, that the body and fabric adorning it began to head back in her direction and silently cursed her presumptuous optimism. Everything within her reacted accordingly and she was immediately back on edge with white clad shoulder hunched up about her ears, chin tucked down to keep her neck from exposure, and wide brown eyes filled with wary anxiety watching the blue haired man's face.

She swallowed hard at the way his eyes- brighter than even his hair color- dropped in an obvious once over of her form, and shook her head a little to discourage the ideas from forming.

Answer was no.

Definitely no.

Don't come in, don't come in, don't- damn. Dismay filled her thoughts, filtered into her expression as a whole as she took a chance and shot her gaze over to the nearest exits and frowned at the suddenly massive distance that seemed to be between herself and either of them. Something furthered by the scale of just how disproportionate their heights happened to be- what the hell did Shinigami and Arrancar eat to get so tall? She'd always eaten her vegetables, the meat on her plate, and had drunk plenty of milk... she should have been like them and taller than she was!

Nothing on his face- but his hands were sheathed... no, that was wrong somehow, something about the cracks and wear in them being more and yet less all at the same time- pinged by the sight she'd started getting accustomed to. To her eyes, they were 'different' in the same way there'd been a shadowed difference within Amaya's hairline, and against Takua's face.

What on Earth could she call herself that might have any kind of an effect?

She inched away the closer he came with small sidling movements meant to keep her intentions from being too obvious, even if they were practically written all over her face. "I-I, um, th-that is to say," the white haired mortal stumbled over her words, her manner of speech oddly formal and at contrast to her young appearance and soft, nervous voice. "I a-am a ward presently in the c-care of the magnanimous Lunitta-sama a-and, um, M-Megiddo-san, F-Fujimura Sekai."

Definitely archaic, hardly anyone ever used the old world manner of speaking anymore.

A cautious bow of formality, her manners and demeanor absolutely spot on for someone who might have alive and a member of nobility during the olden days of Japan. "P-please pardon my interruption, I did not mean to, um, i-interfere with y-your intended task." it didn't linger the way it might have in another situation, the girl's rise a little too sharp and quick for that as her feet slid back, continued to try and keep as much distance between the two of them as possible.

Doe-like eyes darted to the exit again, and back, wondering why the damn thing seemed so very far away. "I-is there s-something I may assist you in locating? L-Lunitta-sama, p-perhaps? Or m-maybe Megiddo-san, mister...?" Throw him off, throw him off the thought process. She had to keep herself on guard, and him distracted away from whatever spark of interest had flickered there in that brightly shaded gaze.

Had to, because she didn't want another Nazomi situation again.

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Word Count: 621
GP Earned: 12

She was trying to keep her distance from him. Her movements were small, but not exactly discreet. Combined with her guarded way of standing, and above all that incredibly adorable stutter, it was obvious that she was uncomfortable. Souta would have to fix that. It was no fun to talk to a girl who didn't even want to be there, and Souta liked his prey willing above all. Her dropping Takua's name got his ears perking, but sadly he couldn't put a face to the primera yet. Either way, she knew Takua? Maybe she could help him find him.

After they had some fun of course. Souta wanted his entertainment, even more after seeing such a beautiful flower. Her bow was as adorable as that stutter of hers. He wasn't sure if it was just because she was uncomfortable anymore, maybe she just stuttered? He'd have to get her comfortable again to find out. She was even offering to help him find Takua or the primera, but he didn't really care about that anymore.

"I'm just killing time, you don't need to help me find anything. It's a pleasure to meet you, Fujimura Sekai." Souta nodded his head softly, a miniature bow. 'bout as much as he gave anyone. "I'm Souta Suzuki, the Sexta Espada. Perhaps you could help me pass the time away?" His voice was gentle, genial, and generally sweet. But underneath it all, was there a hint of a hunter's tone? The sound of a man with his prey in his sights? Maybe. The question was if Sekai could pick up on it.

He kept moving towards her, his bigger steps making her attempts to create distance fairly useless. A few feet away from her he stopped. He'd positioned himself so that she couldn't get to any exit without going past him. Was that intentional? Damn straight it was. A hunter had to corner his prey. But it was always easier to hunt when there was a sense of comfort, so he had to get her to drop her guard first.

"Maybe you could tell me what you were writing?"

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Four words that held any number of meanings behind them- she'd heard such things before wandering about Shinjuku and several other places before in the evening hours while waiting for the girls to finish getting ready or because a place had been far, far too crowded for her liking. Small as she was, there were those out there who had thought they had spotted a rather easy mark and target to prey upon.

She could have been, what with her size and her penchant for wanting to believe the best in people and their intentions. There were always the better people around, however, those who declined to stand by idly and watch someone else get harassed or potentially abducted for the gods knew what purpose drunken men, and the occasional woman, had in mind.

Espada.

Her eyes widened, heart leaping into her throat at the still vague yet very important term. They were the specialists, or something, that the King commanded. Not particularly the kind of people, as Takua had warned her time and time again, that she wanted to garner the attention of while she was there in Las Noches.

She caught the almost too subtle undertone. He had something specific in mind, and given the way he'd looked her over? She didn't think he wanted to play one of the board games that were haphazardly stacked on a shelf.

...haphazardly?

She'd just reorganized that the last time she'd been in the room! How did it get messed up that quickly?

...damn his long legs and their whole ability to cut distance away like it means nothing. Dismay flickered across her expression momentarily alongside a brief flare of panic as she kept herself as out of reach as possible despite the gap rapidly closing itself between them. The difference between them was... clear. Almost alarmingly so in terms of height and physical build over all.

The top of her head barely reached the top of his bicep.

He had the lean physique of someone who practiced martial arts, rather like a few she'd known over in America that she had fallen out of touch with in the last year or so due to... events beyond her control, that coupled with the way he moved with carefully timed grace and poise gave her more than a few hints as to what she was probably dealing with.

Someone who was physically stronger, taller, and faster than she was.

She decidedly did not have that lean, sleek build that many others seemed to blessed to have, nor did she have the blessings of being able to run away really fast. Only thing she seemed able to do with any significant amount of skill, so far, was take a hit and keep going. Impressive as it was, she would rather avoid the whole complete testing of what her body could and could not endure, thank you very much.

She couldn't quite figure out how deep his power ran either, not without exposing herself more than she wanted to at the moment. Thank the gods Takua helped me make this, I don't know where I'd be without it. And he'd taught her how to lower her energy down significantly on top of giving her the gift of a rather comforting limiter that dropped it even more. Why, with everything the way she had it, she barely registered stronger than a couple of the Hollow breeds running around in the deserts!

It was as close to normal as she would ever be again.

She squeaked, actually squeaked at the mentioning of the journal and scrambled back to the desk with a rustle of white fabric and braid of impossibly whiter hair whipping about her body in her haste to get to the journal before the contents could be read. Her face flushed pink as she snapped the journal shut and clutched it tight against her chest like the book was her life line or personal shield against everything bad in the universe.

...or could repel anything in the known universe.

Never knew with humans, they had all sorts of tricks up their sleeve.

"N-nothing. It is nothing that is worth the consideration or time of one of the King's most esteemed and respected men, Espada-sama." There was that archaic manner of speech again. She looked human, despite being shrouded completely in white, yet... her Reiatsu was off. Very off.

Rather Shinigami-like, as a matter of fact.

Large brown eyes darted from Souta to the messy shelf and back again. She had a corner, the desk, and the shelf left as refuge. Bad choices, all of them... unless she went and did something she wasn't sure that Aya or Takua would necessarily approve of in order to keep what she thought might happen from actually happening. Takua-san's going to scold me again. The poor blind Arrancar had tried, tried so hard to get her to keep out of eyesight, to keep away from anyone who's eye he thought might be dangerous- particularly the other Espada.

She was doing a rather bad job at keeping out of sight, apparently.

What do I do...? She was stuck. There was an Espada blocking her exits in a way she knew meant she'd get caught before she could so much as slip past if he was even half as fast as her snap judgment made her believe, and a wall that she wasn't exactly sure would lead anywhere that wasn't a severe drop to the sand strewn road or directly underground.

...was this room underground like the labs or above ground like Aya's section usually was?

He wanted to pass the time while waited to go and do... something. She didn't want to know what that was. Not if he had taken any kind of role in what the Arrancar and King had done to Karakura. The less she knew, the better at this point.

She peered through the curtain of her bangs as they fell into her eyes, brushed away quickly with a small toss of her head and a puff of air from her mouth to get it moving. "I, um, do not suppose the Espada-sama would be particularly interested in one of the games over there to, ahh, 'pass the time away'?" There was a hopeful note within her still timid and slightly trembling voice. The stutter wasn't quite gone, but it had faded significantly.

Definitely nerve inspired, that.

Surely an Espada wasn't above playing a board game or two, right?

Right?

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Word Count: 1086
GP Earned: 21

That squeak was pretty darn cute. She was embarrassed about what she'd written then, or just liked to keep her private stuff private. Either way it made Souta more curious to see what was in the book. Maybe he'd push just a little? He let the silence build for a bit, just watching her, standing relaxed with his thumbs hooked into his pockets. The silence grew, and he was about to break when she beat him to the punch, speaking of the games set on a shelf to the side, making him laugh. Play a game together? Maybe, maybe not.

"Hrm... Maybe. But you know, I do think you were a bit disrespectful just now. I am one of the king's most esteemed and respected men, aren't I? So if I think your writings are worth my consideration and time, my word should be honored." His smile made it obvious that not only was he joking, he was teasing her about her way of speaking. Not in a mean way, just ribbing her. Flirting, even. But somehow, under that smile, under his sweet voice, there was a hunger. Souta really couldn't hide the predator he was.

'Course, did he want to?

He stepped a bit closer to her, letting his eyes drift briefly over the shelf, taking stock of the games. Maybe he would play a game after all. "I could definitely be persuaded to forget both this disrespect and your journal if you'd join me in a game with some... special rules. I haven't played Go since I led infantry when I was just a human, and seeing it on that shelf has given me the small urge to play it again."

He paused, a longer breath between thoughts as he let himself remember what he could about his life. Nothing before he was in the military came to him, but he could remember playing Go with both the men below him and above him. He was never half bad at it, even if he never could beat his general. He was pretty confident he could beat her and take advantage of the special rules he was going to suggest.

"So how about you indulge me?"

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Laughter was not the answer she was looking for, and the flash of panic across her face spoke volumes. Playing dumb was something she could, in theory, get away with if she didn't have to outright lie about something.

"N-no, I most definitely did not mean--" she was instantly flustered, hastily attempting to make amends for the transgression... and realized he was teasing only a few moments after. Sekai's face reddened, the book held closer still to her chest as she inched away when he stepped closer. Her eyes flicked to the door and back again. Too far away still, if he'd quit crowding her, she might be able to think for more than about five seconds at any given time.

Rude; he'd already realized that her formal mannerisms meant she would be fun to tease, and that just wasn't fair-- or nice for that matter.

Her head snapped up, eyes on him quick enough to make another individual wince in sympathy for her neck. He'd play a game instead of trying to corner her like a rabbit and-- well, she didn't want to finish that thought. She knew that look a little too well by that point in her life. "What, might I ask, are these special rules that Espada-sama wishes to play by?" Suspicion flickered in the faint wisps of energy around her and across her face.

She was small, she was curvy, and she had the same vibe a scared rabbit gave off-- but there was intelligence in those big brown eyes, and a preservation instinct that forced her to ask questions most probably wouldn't want to. Too bad cards weren't in the forecast, if she had those, she'd be damn near invincible-- very few people had ever managed to beat her in the grand majority of card games. Odd, considering she couldn't lie to save her own life if she had to tell a convincing one before a hundred Kings of Hueco Mundo, but somehow fitting. Cards were powerful, and she could borrow that power to lie her ass off like, well, the biggest liar ever.

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Word Count: 351
GP Earned: 7

His teasing worked. Of course it had. She was easily flustered, quick to embarrass, and very adorable when she suffered these things. He could tell how uncomfortable his closeness made her.

All in all, she was very human, and it was so incredibly delicious.

How should he go about this then? There were several ways he could do this, but he knew which one he'd pick. The fun one. The one that made her squirm cutely as she realized she had no way out and had to play along. "Well you see, these special rules are really simple. For every ten pieces I capture, you remove a piece of clothing. The opposite is true too, of course. The first one to lose all their clothes loses the game, and becomes the winner's servant for a short while." The face of a predators grinned at Sekai, as he very deliberately dragged his eyes over her form. He didn't bother hiding his intentions. Not like she'd fall for it. Subterfuge was neither his desire or his forte. He locked his back to hers, his smile twinkling in his eyes.


"Doesn't that sound like fun?"

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Special rules alone were enough to make her wary.

She confirmed exactly what he was after once the 'every ten pieces' phrase came out. Her wife had done the same thing, long, long ago, during her first introduction to strip-poker. ...or had it been blackjack? Either way, she'd fallen for that hook, line, and sinker before and she wasn't going to be--

Aha, there it was.

Servant penalty game.

Her chin tucked in, eyes narrowed and book held tighter against her chest as suspicion turned to blatant disapproval... and was that a touch of disappointment in big brown eyes? "Who wouldn't find being undressed and paraded about shamefully in front of someone whose intentions are less than pure appealing?" Sarcasm. The first bit of steel she'd shown since his unexpected intrusion into a routine she'd been trying to establish for her own comfort and sake.

He might have had the face of a predator, but she'd been honed in blood and fire the last year and change.

Hair prickled on the back of her arms and neck, the pulse in her throat jumping, beating against the skin. "I see nothing about this arrangement that benefits me in the event I claim victory," a pause, daring, darting quick look from head to toe on him as well. Her mouth twisted into a frown. "and I would be willing to wager your idea of time spent indentured is highly different than my own." To say the man wasn't attractive in the manner of a rakish rogue, the kind one would see in one of the otome games would be a lie. She'd personally never liked the character type herself, finding their lack of manners and rather... crude way of handling things and saying them whenever they felt like unacceptable.

Channeling a bit of Sakuya would probably end badly, but she needed her own damn incentive to go through with something this asinine. Besides, she'd seen just as good, if not better-- and the expression she gave him said exactly as much.

No matter what the outcome, she vowed silently to herself, she would not have a repeat of the incidents with Nazomi. There would be nothing she would do that wasn't of her own will.

She wouldn't let that happen ever again.

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WC: 380
GP: 7

Souta laughed, a genuine unabashed laugh. She was calling him out now, not that he hadn't laid all his cards on the table already for her to do that. But she had fire for sure. And Souta loved fire. His eyes looked over her body again, examining the prize he would soon claim. She was quite a beauty. He shifted his weight onto the other foot as his laugh ended, his large frame still very much blocking her exit.

"Who says my intentions aren't pure? My goal at the end of this game is very pure and unfiltered. Not diluted at all." His grin spread wide, the unhidden expression of a predator, as he looked down at her. "It's not very hard for you to guess what I do with my servants, is it? 'Course, it' not like I'm making any attempt to hide it.

But don't worry, it's not like I'm a rough or violent lover. A man must maintain a different face for the bedroom than the one he uses on the battlefield. My utmost priority would be forcing you to enjoy yourself."

The word force was slipped into his sentence very deliberately. He didn't care if it was rape, and he wanted her to know. He'd enjoy himself either way, and he was fairly confident he'd make her enjoy it too. He stepped closer to her, using his height to his advantage in these 'negotiations', his eyes looking down at her, his body utterly imposing.

"Are you maybe worried that I won't keep my word if I lose? I swear upon my honor as a warrior that I would never break a promise I made with such a beautiful maiden."

His speech shifted as he made the promise, a more antiquated pattern of syllables, teasing her again for her peculiar way.

"Or we can play a different game, where I'll always win. Your choice, Sekai-chan."

His threat wasn't exactly hidden behind his words, As he teased her further, pointing out her youth compared to him. Man, He really was having fun with her.

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Her cheeks flushed red at his laughter, indignant fire flashing in her brown eyes. Why was that always the reaction they had when she finally spoke up? They always, always laughed at her. Her shoulders hunched up again as his eyes roamed down her body, chin tucked in defiantly as she glowered at the tall Espada. She understood now, what she'd heard several of her coworkers and fellow Japanese say about having an itching palm that only a slap could fix; hers was starting to feel the same way and the only cure was probably going to be to strike that face of his.

The white haired woman bristled at the blatant admission. Did this man not understand what tact was? Were there really such crude people left in-- well, all the worlds. ...were the rules here different in terms of conduct? She was really going to have to talk to Takua and have him see about making some very much needed adjustments and changes; there was primal instincts ruling over one's life, and there was this level of obscene.

His demeanor was one thing, his words something else entirely, and as a fellow Japanese woman, she knew better than anyone else that the way something was worded was almost more important than the meaning of the words themselves.

Force.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, jaw clenching as she let the sheer weight of her disapproval shine loud and clear on her face. If she weren't so keen on keeping her strength hidden... she'd make him go away, or do something Takua would probably be proud of her for doing or-or something that wasn't this.

Too bad the blatant threat of that was still nothing in comparison to what ruled those lands and the fears she had if he decided to drop by and investigate should she go on the attack.

Seeing him draw himself to his full height to cow her was annoying enough she almost, almost gave into the temptation to give him a good sharp kick in the shins in retaliation. Yes, she was short, she knew she was short-- they were just stupidly tall and cheaters, that was all. None of them were close to normal sized-- except maybe Xiaobei and Erasmus, they were normal sized people.

She didn't back away that time, however.

...honor as a warrior?

Sekai studied the rogue's face with suspicion, completely ignoring the flattery she'd been presented with in favor of turning the wording over in her mind.

Warrior, not fighter.

If she won, and she was not intending on losing this fight, that could be something she could ask. Did he remember his past like Takua too? Wait, no, his tone said something else all together; he was making fun of that stupid habit of hers. The cutesy suffix with the brazen use of her given name confirmed it.

The urge to kick him grew.

"You are rather full of yourself, are you not? You speak as if your victory is assured-- and it most certainly is not." Tart and more than a touch uppity, the girl desperately grasping at fleeing straws from her upbringing. Channeling her mother was hard when the woman's demeanor and attitude was so vastly different.

Annoyance, the long buried sense of competition roused from within her once more, having been sated by the misadventures and alcohol fueled idiocy of the bachelorette party before the city had been lit aflame and torn asunder.

"Set the board, I will beat you at your own game, Espada-san." A reprimand, and a warning that she wasn't going to be playing nice with him.

Her clothes were staying on, thank you very much.

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WC: 616
GP: 12

Souta couldn't help but laugh again. He liked this human, he really did. Even as shy as she was, she was rising to his challenge. He just had to prod and tease her a bit first to get her to come out of her shell. And boy was it worth it, to hear her throw his verbal jabs back at him. He clapped a couple times, his hands making an odd thunking sound against each other, a laugh rounding out the noise.

"Bravo, Sekai-chan. I knew you had fire in you somewhere. Even though you shy and proper is incredibly adorable and alluring, I like this just as much. Happily though, my victory is assured. Go is my game of choice, and I've played it with some of the greatest generals of the Sengoku period."

Before she could even blink, the go set would be on the table, Souta's arms suddenly crossed, a grin wide across his face. He wasn't going to give her the chance to try and run as he walked to get it, so why not abused Sonido a little.

"Take a seat, my dear."

In another blink, the game was entirely set up, black on her side of the table, white on Souta's. He was giving her the first move after all, since he was an honorable host, and the better player. She sat, and so did Souta, the game starting quickly, Souta continuously teasing her and capturing pieces until finally he had a little pile of ten black stones.

"Oh lookie here... Looks like you have to remove some of your clothes, Sekai-chan. That's too bad." His tone dripped sarcasm at the end. Souta was of course, happy with the start of this game.

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Annoyance rose another significant notch at the absolutely arrogant and cocky manner in which he assured her of his own delusion of victory. Probably because she was small, and young looking, and female, and the gods alone knew that there were few women who made the history books in Sengoku Jidai for their prowess in strategy. Just because he was a stupid Espada and thus was one of the strongest in Las Noches and had the backing of the King or whatever didn't mean she had to take that attitude from him.

Didn't mean she would lose to him either.

She'd show him, her eyes narrowed as the board and settled her piece with her fingers teasing, testing the black oval shaped stones-- stone, not plastic. A genuine Go set rather than one of the quickly manufactured ones so popular on Earth.

Opening move was her own-- and she would take it easy, just this one game, to see what kind of strategy her opponent liked to utilize right off the bat.

The urge to kick him grew beyond a point even she was able to tolerate as the sarcasm dripped from his voice as he pushed about the ten stones with one finger, an all too smug and happy grin on his face.

She'd almost, almost caught on to what he was doing right before he'd managed to trap one of her pieces in a series of moves she hadn't even realized he was working towards until the last moment. Now, she sat there, staring at the placement of the white pieces mocking her on the grid with a frown on her face and a twitch to her left eye each time a black stone tapped against another black stone in the pile he'd collected.

How in the name of Hell...?

She leaned down, slid off a single shoe, and slapped it down on top of the table with a stubborn lift to her chin. She didn't say a single word, but the defiant glint in her eye might as well have been a "fuck you" without any sort of misunderstanding in place.

He hadn't made any specific rules about clothing removal, after all, and she was simply following the basic set established; lose ten pieces, lose a single article of clothing.

Against her will, she felt her lips curve upward just a little as realization dawned on him and the folly of his ways came back to bite him straight in the arrogant ass that he sat upon.

"Your move, Espada-san."

Polite, humble even in the manner she spoke and way she allowed him to prepare the game board all over again.

The little smile on her face gave away her own little smug sense of satisfaction.

His expression was priceless.

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WC: 463
GP: 9

He just laughed as the shoe hit the table. The look in her eyes was perfect as she stripped it off. So angry. So defiant. So fun

This was going to be a great game, forcing all of her clothing off. Would she submit to the deal she'd made, or try to weasel out of it? That'd be the interesting thing to see. Suddenly though, Souta realized the handicap he sat upon.

How much clothing was she wearing? Quite the impressive amount, considering how many layers and undergarments she was likely to have. As for him? Barely any. The realization only broke his cocky grin for a second, but it was enough for Sekai to apparently regain her confidence, smiling at him and politely informing him it was his move. He was a bit surprised by her change of demeanor, but it only took him a few seconds to decide he liked it. A confident opponent was much more fun to beat. The more comfortable she felt, the more fun it'd be forcing her to strip.

"It is isn't it?"

He picked up the shoe, setting it aside from the game board, next to his pile of black pieces.

"Thanks for telling me, and thanks for the shoe. I'm sure my pile will grow much larger soon."

His arrogance dripped from his voice, from every word he spoke. Oh, Souta had been thrown off for a second, but he was back on top now, and she wasn't going to surprise him enough to throw him off his game. The brief lapse in the action of the game ended just as quickly as it began, and he began to set up more traps and gambits for her to fall into, taking pieces left and right, and only losing a couple of his in return. Every few minutes, his pile of clothing grew, until eventually, across from him sat a very embarrassed looking human girl, clad only in her underwear.

The board was set heavily in Souta's favor, and one more move would add the final piece he needed to make her strip off one more article. Hovering it over where he'd place it, he grinned, looking her over. She was really quite sexy. Her shyness just contributed to her charm, the modest white panties and bra really completing the picture. Her face had been red for a while now, even with the stubborn glare that had been set in her eyes since the first shoe she took off.

He stared deliberately into those defiant eyes as he set down his piece, picking up several of hers and adding them to his pile.

"That's another piece of clothing you've lost, Sekai-chan. So what will it be?"

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He lost a game.

Most people would have taken off their shirt at that point, but Souta wasn't most people, and he thought he could get a distinct advantage by throwing her off of his game. Standing up, his Hakama dropped to his ankles quickly, a prodigal length pointing straight at Sekai like an accusation. 'You did this to me', the rod said. His grin spread wider as she blushed furiously, trying to look away but only looking back to it as he sat down, legs spread to display it, keep it directly in her sight.

She wanted to bet everything on the last move.

"You really don't want to lose, do you? C'mon, it wouldn't be that bad. I'm a very loving host, You'd have a comfy bed with a warm me inside of it and of you!" He picked up a black piece from the board, flipping through the air before setting it back down where it went. "Alright, we'll speed this up. One last game, winner takes all. But hey, if I win, you win, cause I'll make sure you enjoy every minute with me."

Piece by piece they began to play, keeping his full wooden mast in clear sight, where she'd have to keep looking at it. His vanity certainly wasn't misplaced, he had plenty to show off. Though right now he was half waiting for her to pay attention to the board, for her to reach out for a move and just when she did. . .

Puffing out his cheeks he blew air, flaring his reiatsu briefly at the same time to achieve the desired effect, the air rushing away from him blowing her hair behind her, completely revealing her, prompting a low whistle from Souta. Hidden behind that unflattering dress and then her hair, really neither had done her justice. Perky, full, swollen. Peach colored globes topped with pink kisses. Souta felt like he had a perfectly appropriate appreciation of breasts, and hers were certainly appreciable.

"It's a shame you hide those away, they're so delicious looking. Can't wait to wrap my lips around them when I win." He laughed as she blushed wildly and covered herself back up and he made another move.

Move by move they progressed until finally, the final piece was placed by her.

Souta leaned back into his chair, running a hand through his head, his grin breaking briefly before he began to laugh, quieter than before.

"Ahhh fuck. Guess trying that trick again wasn't the best of ideas. Gotta commend you, you got better at Go pretty damn quickly."

His shoulders shrugged his jacket back onto the chair he was on, leaving him completely naked.

"So now that you've won, what do you want from me? Do you want me to fulfill your every need and desire? Would you like a taste of a real man? Should I be the pool boy and you be the rich adultress? Or I can be the refugee and you'll be the world-wise woman carrying me across the border to a foreign state.

I'm ready for however kinky you wanna get honestly."

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WCP/GP/TGP 515/10/55