Alphard turns the shower off, drying himself with a towel as he stepped out of the bathroom into the large, high-class bedroom. He wipes the droplets trickling off his fur, languidly putting on the clothes he had laid out for himself.

The next part of the game should be starting soon.

He thought to himself in bemusement, eyeing the empty bed. Had it always been this big?

Placing a hand over the pristine bedsheet, he smirked to himself.

I wonder if Aoi is enjoying herself now?

Canine fangs revealed themselves at the mere thought. The unpredictable nature of humans was often why they were so sought after. Whether they deny it or not, the monsters are beasts incarnate, feasting on anything that would give them pleasure. And once corner, the humans who thought so highly of themselves as the top of the food chain would eventually become prey for those beyond their comprehension.

The faint scent of Aoi caused Alphard to pause momentarily. His eyes closed in half-lidded gaze. Excitement building up upon his anticipation.

“Now then, what would be your next move, Aoi?”

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They had barely made it to the bed when Mizuki became more aggressive in their intimacy. Aoi had expected the clinginess but having those four claws always touching a part of her body was a strange sensation to get accustomed to.

“Aoi-chan…”

She answered his soft whine with her cheek pressing against the fur on his face. He cooed happily, nuzzling against her neck even more.

“You smell so nice,” Mizuki whispered, extending a part of his proboscis to suck at the junction between her neck and shoulder. “Taste… sweet too.”

Loosening her yukata, he turned her around to take in her entire form. The suggestive curves and supple flesh sent a shudder through his body. Moaning out her name, Mizuki draped his wings around them. Aoi’s limbs entangled with his own in their intimate moment.

“Will you… let me…?”

Her shy nod was all it took for Mizuki to strip away her last defense. Holding Aoi close, Mizuki tilted her chin up.

“Your mouth. Open it for me,” Mizuki commanded softly.

Carefully, Aoi complied. Her eyes shut as Mizuki slipped his proboscis past her lips. His two antennaes shivered with each movement. A moan only drawn out of Mizuki’s throat when Aoi sucked at his proboscis.

“Aahh… that.” His hips grinded against hers at another delicious suck on the sensitive organ. “Do that… again…”

At Aoi’s experimental suck, the room was filled with lewds groans and moans. A pair of Mizuki’s claws latched themselves onto Aoi’s hips, changing their positions for them to separate. Hot breath mingling in the tight space between them as Mizuki’s groin shifted to reveal his already dripping length.

“Ah, my apologies,” he lovingly mused, watching the droplets land on Aoi’s exposed stomach. “It seems I couldn’t restrain myself.”

He leaned down. His face hovering over Aoi’s own with a gaze full of love. “Forgive me?”

Aoi smiled, nuzzling against his face. “Mm.”

He almost melted against her touch. Leaning back into position, Mizuki used his other two claws to tenderly spread Aoi’s legs apart. With his eyes only on her, he slid his already wet length into her.

The moth monster rolled his head back with a high-pitched moan. Pleasure completely spread all over his body at his connection with Aoi.

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“Ahhhhh, we’re now one…” Mizuki moaned louder, pulling and thrusting his hips out with desire. “Finally… finally!”

Aoi’s eyes shut tight with each piercing thrust. Her body squirmed at the heat coiling at the pit of her stomach each time Mizuki filled her.

“Aoi… chan… Aoi-chan!”

His body picked up it’s pace. Wings trembling with the buildup of pleasure.

“I love you. I love you, Aoi-chan!” Mizuki cried out. “Ahh, this feeling… every morning… every night…”

He starts to pant, lowering his body over Aoi’s to lean his forehead against hers.

“You feel good too? I want to make you feel this good every day,” Mizuki cooed with each thrust. “I’ll be your perfect husband, hm? Cooking for you, cleaning you and filling you with love everyday.”

She could feel him getting messier in his movements. His hips practically slapping against her thighs like a sex-starved beast.

“I… I’m going to…” Mizuki whimpered at how hard Aoi was clenching him. “…P-Please… let me… inside you…”

The claws on her hips came to embrace Aoi as Mizuki finally reached his limit. His length fully sheathed inside of her, spilling his seed into her core. He could barely let out a cry, almost as if he was strangled from the pleasure rocking through his entire form before finally collasping over Aoi. For a moment, she only heard his heavy breathing. Wings draped over their forms akin to a blanket over the futon beneath them.

“… Mizuki?”

The moth monster mustered his remaining strength to lift his head and nuzzle against Aoi’s head.

“Aoi-chan…”

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. Her fingers gently stroke the soft fur of his head.

“It’s ok,” Aoi assured softly, catching her breath. “Rest now.”

Mizuki hummed sleepily, succumbing to sleep within her warmth. Only the sound of their breathing filled the room in this peaceful moment. Yet with each second gone, Aoi remained awake. Her cold blue eyes wide open as she pried the moth monster’s limbs off her. Mizuki unconsciously whined at her departure, unaware of Aoi feeling around the right sleeve of her yukata. A subtle pop came from the spot she pressed on and without hesitation, she discreetly puts the pill into her mouth and swallowed it.

At the serene face of Mizuki, a memory resurfaces in the back of her mind. Of her and someone she had once devoted her entire life to. Of the distance that eventually left her yearning for even the simplest touch. Only to ultimately…

Rising from the futon, Aoi stepped towards the lone desk in Mizuki’s room. Little rays of sunlight trickles in between the curtains of a window, keeping some parts of the room dimly-lit. It was then her foot hit something below the neatly organised desk, dropping Aoi’s attention to the trash bin and its contents that had fallen onto the ground. She crouched down, unfolding a crushed piece of paper.

Hmm? This is…

Aoi quickly gathered the other crushed paper scraps among the garbage. Opening them up one by one, until she managed to lay them across the tatami mat. The photos of different young women now laid displayed before her eyes. Each of their clear faces crossed out and torn from the way the photos were ripped apart.

As I thought, this was not his first time.

Were they those once chosen by Mizuki only to be discarded once their novelty wore off? Aoi was not sure. It was not unusual for monsters to participate in more than one ‘game’ like this. But between his twisted personality and odd rules, there was one thing she could not put her finger to.

What is he really after?

She looked at the photos again, scrutinising for the smallest details before the one in the center caught her eye. Unlike the others, it was rather old and only slightly crinkled, depicting a dark haired woman on a hospital bed. Her face barely in view from the odd angle the photo had been taken.

Suddenly, Mizuki’s hand grasped at her face from behind. A heavy weight came to rest on her shoulder.

“What are you doing, Aoi-chan?”

She could not move. One of Mizuki’s long arms having secured itself around her waist while he continued to nuzzle against her neck. His breath growing hot against her flesh.

“Sorry, I think I accidentally knocked the garbage can over,” she reasoned with a steady voice, collecting the torn photos and dumped them back into the garbage can. “I’ll clean up and join you back in bed.”

“There’s no need for that.”

Suddenly, a spray of dust-like particles flew at Aoi’s face. Her body went limp in Mizuki’s hold. His solemn stare focused on her even as her vision blurred.

“I thought you were different,” Mizuki whispered, burying his face into her throat. “I thought you would be the one.”

As Aoi struggled to hold onto reality, Mizuki grasped her chin.

“It’s all right. I’m not going to throw you away like them,” he assured in a sickly sweet tone. “I have already decided on you after all.”

He slid his proboscis out, parting her lips to taste the inside of her mouth.

“I will prepare the others for my owner. Then we can focus on training you to be my perfect wife,” Mizuki moaned, playing with her tongue. “We will take it slow. Get your body accustomed to me. You won’t even have to lift a finger under my care.”

His other claw came to squeeze her thigh, moving it for his length to come tease her most sensitive region.

“I really like you. That’s why I will make you see that I’m worthy of you,” Mizuki promised, sliding his proboscis out of her mouth and laid Aoi back onto the tatami mat. “So close your eyes. Leave everything to me.”

His form loomed over her menacingly.

“That’s the least you can do after such a betrayal.”