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The door had just closed behind Djeeta. Before speaking even a simple greeting, she had already thrown her arms around Belial’s waist.
“Oh?” Belial threw a questioning look her way.
Djeeta usually came to hang out at Belial's house, just like today. But while they had a special relationship, Djeeta was, in general, a reserved girl and didn't have a habit of hugging him on sight. As she buried her face on his chest, he noticed she seemed sullen.
“I welcome the passionate greeting, but I need you to tell me what’s wrong.”
“Hmm, tired,” She murmured. The girl leaned against him, heavy like a puppet without strings, trying to ease the ache of her legs. Belial meaningfully rubbed her small back while anchoring her up by the waist. He felt that if he let go of her at that moment, she may just drop to the ground.
“Lend me your bathroom.”
“Sure. Shall I carry you in?”
Djeeta flinched at the suggestion, images of him helping her to the bathroom and staying flooding her mind. Belial smirked, finally seeing some color on her face.
“N-No need!” She spoke hastily, waving away her thoughts. She pushed herself out of his embrace and didn’t dwell there any longer, leaving for the bathroom.
Already out of sight, Belial's smile faded. With a contemplating look, he went and retrieved a shopping bag. In it were the new clothes he bought for Djeeta. He was troubled. She would refuse to wear it, that was almost guaranteed. The reason being, the outfit showed a lot of skin. But honest, he had the best intentions behind the gift (this time at least), no dirty plans behind it (this time, that is). Simply put, all he wanted was to see her in this outfit he choose especially for her, and nothing else. Yet as he brainstormed away, God decided to be merciful. The perfect plan fell into place all by itself. His poor girlfriend seemed so tired, poor thing so out of it, that for the first time Belial was confident he could get his way.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Djeeta hurried out of her clothes and jumped in the tub. The pitter-patter of falling water hitting the tub gave her calm, while the steaming hot temperature began to soothe her tense body. She closed her eyes and let the water wet her face. Comfortable as if it were her home, she made use of Belial’s gel and hair products without much thought to it, and thoroughly enveloped herself in his scent. She hummed a happy tune, the sound drowned out in the water and traveling faintly beyond the walls.
The song enraptured the listener, as beyond the door stood Belial planning his steps. He opened the door with a small creak and, unnoticed by the figure beyond the screen, switched out her clothes. With ease, he sneaked back out.
By the time Djeeta stepped out of the shower the misdeed had long been done. Towel on, she went to get dressed, only to find black clothes which were clearly not hers.
And she froze.
The pair of spiked belts atop first jumped to her attention. Just a brief glance had her eyes narrowing in disapproval, as they were identical to a pair Belial used in an iconic stage outfit, only smaller. Questions swirled in her head but the answer was quite obvious.
“Is he for real…?”
Refusing to accept that reality, Djeeta scoured the whole room, but as expected Belial had taken her clothes, shoes, and goddamned underwear away. With no other choice left, she had to resign, but she could never expect the outfit that unfolded before her eyes: it was extremely, extremely revealing. It was not a thing she’d ever wear outside, and neither was it something she wanted to show to Belial.
Unease built up sharply on her chest. Because Belial was aware she’d refuse, he’d forced her hand. It was simply unfair.
Belial, you evil bastard!
Eyebrows knit together tightly, her cheeks burned in anger and embarrassment. Even Djeeta, who had worn her fair share of miniskirts, was appalled at length of the one held in her hands. And while the crop top was to her liking, she couldn’t easily forgive what it paired with. What at first seemed like a black coat was just one of Belial’s shirts, one that showed off his chest and lacked the proper number of buttons. And sure, it fit like a coat on her tiny frame. Very funny, adding insult to injury. Lastly, there was a single fishnet stocking.
Djeeta briefly considered leaving with only the towel wrapped around her. Not only would she be showing less skin, but she wouldn’t be giving in to him – a big middle finger to Belial. But thinking it through, a single towel was more disgraceful than being clothed. Belial wouldn’t let her live it down. No, he would immediately push her down. Only she would get a middle finger…
No use wasting more time, she got dressed and stormed out of the bathroom. Loud steps paved the way to Belial’s room until his door was pushed open with great indignation.
“Belial! Explain yourself!”
Belial glanced up from his phone, unfazed at Djeeta’s boiling rage. He reclined on his chair with arrogance and put his phone face-down on the table. He couldn’t hide the way he run his eyes through her curves. Those red eyes bore into her figure as he raised a hand to his chin, lips provokingly curling into a grin. She momentarily winced back and held the coat closed.
Belial nodded in approval, he liked it. She was like a white sheep dressed in black, and it was strangely alluring.
“As expected, what a sight.”
Her chest tightened under his gaze. Being bullied in this way felt unbearable. She scowled. “At least pretend to have some remorse! I’m not your dress-up doll. Fess up, where did you hide my clothes?!”
“Now, now,” He deflected plainly while getting up on his feet, “Don’t look at me like that. A piece of advice, but that look does me the opposite of what you intend. Matter of fact, it’s quite adorable when you get aggressive.”
“Shut up.”
He refused to humble himself even after doing something wrong. Irritating, but not unexpected.
Belial walked over, never losing the cheer in his face. The tall man raised her chin with a finger. Djeeta pursed her lips and straightened her back, eyebrows furrowed in silent indignation.
“The outfit is still incomplete. Let’s go and add the small stuff. Please give me this, just this once. Only the two of us will know, there’s no need to be shy with me. Right, it’s a secret between you and me... See, doesn’t that sound exciting?”
His tone was very pleasant to the ear. Steady but not forceful, commanding yet not overbearing and words dragging softly as if pleading with her. Those pretty red eyes of his, that could freeze her still, excited her more than she’d be willing to admit. She dreaded the part of her that was being charmed into admitting defeat.
Rationally, she also couldn’t deny the truth of his words. She’s already showed him this much, so what else did she stand to lose? Nothing, he’d already stared her down. But she stood to gain. Belial would be happy with her if she accepted. He’d give her the affection she needed after such an long, arduous day. Maybe he’d even praise her? Hmm, that did sound nice…
No, no, Djeeta. Hold your ground!
She mentally slapped herself awake. The content of his words was manipulative in nature, and Djeeta knew well how insincere this man was. It was easy to tell he was being well-mannered to soften the blow. To go along with him was rewarding his scum behavior.
Djeeta glared. “Even if it’s only with you, it’s no good.”
But Belial, ever so sharp, did not miss her hesitation and was ready to tear through every excuse. He knew he could do it. He’d not easily back away, not at this point.
This cute, sincere girl, who knew best than anyone not to trust him, who doubted him more than anyone. Oh, he wanted nothing more than to wear down those walls and sneak in full force. Lodge himself deep in her heart. Carve his everything into her memory. Then how would their love story end? Such anticipation was too much to bear. He imagined it vividly, and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing forward. Perhaps he was going too far, but he was always one for grand schemes.
He gave her a brief kiss. “Please?”
If only he played his cards right, timely, efficiently... she’d fold. Strong-willed as she was, she was like a paper tiger when it came to intimacy and Belial was shameless enough to use that.
“But—”
Kiss.
“Aah… I’m seri—! Ngh? “
Kiss.
Kiss.
Gentle and caring, yet relentlessness in ushing her voice. The hand on the back of her head was firm and did not let her escape. And in time, even those gentle pecks turned into deep kisses.
“Mmmh!!!”
Djeeta grimaced. Would this menace of a man not even hear out her excuses anymore!? He’d given her no pause and the lack of oxygen was starting to make it hard to think clearly. She pushed against his chest, but it was futile. Whine all she would, he wasn’t stepping back. Her legs grew weak but he had her unsteady body firmly secured. The memory of just a while ago, when she got home and willingly leaned on him flickered on her mind, but it seemed somewhat distant.
There were so many words to insult him with, but they had no chance to even leave her mouth. And by now, she’d be content to say one single sentence.
“Fi—” She closed her eyes in preparation, but no kiss dropped to silence her this one time. A short moment passed in silence before relief washed over her, “Fi—Fine! But it depends! I can’t forgive you just yet.” She did not brave changing that first syllable, yet couldn’t completely give in. She was as fearless as she was reckless.
Belial shot her a disapproving look. Her half-answer made him want to torment her further, but so long as she was open to cooperating he’d be smart enough to take it. He smiled and pulled for the chair of the dressing table, suddenly well-mannered like a gentleman although he was anything but. Djeeta followed, looking annoyed, and sat down quietly.
First, he handed her a white wig.
She stared at the wig in her hands, confusion apparent on her face. She didn't understand why it wasn’t black in color, but she saved that small doubt in her heart and let him work on her uninterrupted. Belial fastened a black choker around her neck, his cold fingers tickling against the exposed skin. The chocker had an unusual design, with a golden chain that connected to her ear. She touched it curiously, meanwhile, x-shaped hairclips were being attached to her wig. Bracelets and other accessories were also given to her and put on under Belial's strict specifications. The process was boring, but the serious look on his face was interesting to witness, at the very least.
When all seemed done, Belial passed her a box of red contact lenses. Djeeta grumbled, accepting the box nonetheless.
She glanced at Belial and once again at the box label. His eyes were a deep, ominous red with a captivating beauty to them, much like the lenses she held.
It’s Belial cosplay, after all.
His eyes were undeniably beautiful, she always thought so. Perhaps that’s why a small part of her was a little excited to put these on.
“So this is it?”
Djeeta got up and took a good look at herself in the mirror. She slid her coat down to the elbow and twirled around in front of the mirror with a sparkle to her eyes. Her cheeks had a light flush and her expression had taken a new vitality as she admired herself in the mirror.
She felt deeply fascinated by these clothes she’d normally never wear. She felt like a new person and, much to her dismay, she didn’t dislike it! She started to take notice of the finer details, some maybe even tailored to her tastes. Clouded by anger – although rightfully so – she’d neglected to appreciate the parts of the outfit that appealed to her. Perhaps the outfit that was so clearly in Belial’s likeness didn’t suit her, but Belial had surely picked it carefully and with her in mind. It was, in the end, a thoughtful gift, and if only he didn't go about it the way he did, perhaps she wouldn't have exploded in kind. If she would have still worn it or not, now is anyone's guess.
Belial was content, patiently looking at the girl who had forgotten his presence. At first, she had bent her will to please him... Who could have thought she'd come to enjoy it this much? This was the best reward. After all, even he wanted the recipient to appreciate his gift. So pleasing it was that, although he didn’t have ulterior motives in the beginning, he started to feel greedier.
He approached from behind with a purple boa in hand, which he placed on her shoulders. His hands lingered in her arms for a moment too long, then he enclosed the girl in a hug tight as a snake’s.
“H-Hey…” She protested half-heartedly, weakly squirming against his hold.
He tilted her face back towards the mirror and whispered against her ear, “Ta-da, it’s done. How about it?“
The image of their bodies, closely stuck together, burned into her eyes. She gulped, her throat suddenly feeling dry.
“Y-You should have made the skirt longer, it’s too lewd. But I....... Like.” She spoke, voice lowering into a mutter at the end.
“I can’t hear you,” Belial taunted, his smile deepening. It was obvious he heard.
Djeeta pouted. “Then I guess you'll never know.”
“And to think I was worried you’d loath me for days. I’m glad you enjoyed my gift that much even though it’s lewd. Aha, I should have guessed. Your tastes are heavy, after all.”
“Goodness, you make me feel murderous,” She scoffed softly and turned to leave, but his arm blocked her way. She raised an eyebrow. “Can’t I go now?”
“Nope.”
He promptly lifted her up by the waist, making Djeeta yelp in surprise. Almost as soon as she took off the ground, she was dropped on the messy dressing table behind, which shook from the impact. As several items were knocked aside, she became keenly aware of how little space she had and did not dare move an inch more. Her gaze followed as objects rolled off the table, not yet sure how to react when their owner clearly did not care.
“B-Belial, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Ignoring her, Belial swiftly put his hands down on the table and leaned in. Djeeta couldn’t help but retreat against the mirror behind. That action seemed to give Belial pause. He took notice of her expression, still taken by shock. Yet, regrettably, far from silencing his desire, it seemed to ignite it more. Reason held him back from taking claim of her.
“Y’know, Djeeta? I liked today.”
Her clear brown eyes widened, not ever looking away. But those eyes were unaware of the scope of emotion he hid in his.
“And you? How did you like our little play?”
She couldn’t immediately deny it. But her uncertainty only lasted moments. Her gaze bore into him, icy and defying. “You made me very angry today.”
“I’ll make it up to you. Whatever you want, just name it.”
Djeeta chuckled, amused. The small smile that came to adorn her lips didn’t reach her eyes, it was undeniably cold. “Apologize.”
“I’m sorry.”
“And mean it.”
“…”
Belial’s silence was deafening, but not surprising. She already knew he was a lost cause, her hopes were never high. Oh, she knew. And it was maddening.
“Well, I’ve decided I won’t forgive you forever. Guess I’ll keep you prostrating to me till the end.” She joked, her tone immensely petty.
"How nasty of you." He laughed.
She swept her arms around his neck and pushed his lips against hers. Her tongue slipped in to capture his own. The kiss was hurried and rough, it thrilled her. She had no intention to stop. Unfortunately, it quickly overwhelmed her despite her best efforts to keep up with Belial. Her breathing turned unruly, greedily inhaling when allowed and sighing his name. Belial did not head her pleas. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, punishing the swollen muscle further. She whimpered. The kiss was nothing like the ones before. Mind hazy, she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, begging to be released.
When at last he separated from her, her arms slid down to loosely hang around his neck and her body slumped down against the mirror. She watched him as he licked his lips, her sight disturbed by tears.
She tugged his shirt and pulled him into a hug, her breath hot against his ear. “Belial, you were bad today. You dress me up like a doll and now treat me roughly like this. Even though I did all you asked...”
“It’s because you indulge me that I never learn. You're wicked for making me like this.”
He wiped the corner of her eyes with his thumb. Dutifully, he fixed her wig to be presentable again. The white hair, together with the red eyes, made her look like a sulking bunny and he relished the image of it. Ah, his heart could jump out of his chest and he wanted to do away with this excitement soon. Belial made no attempt to hide his elation, as he grabbed her small wrist and placed her hand to his chest, “Can you feel my heartbeat? It’s overflowing with love, surely. And if I pull you closer still… you will certainly understand to what extent.”
Djeeta jerked her hand away, keen enough to understand what he was alluding to. Yet Belial simply chuckled as he caressed her cheek with cold fingers. His learned smile was somewhat chilling and gave her a vague sense of danger.
“Djeeta, give in to me.”
She put her finger to his lips as he neared her, the move enough to stop his advance. “You know I can’t.”
“Spend the night over.”
She could tell he was serious, and that was all the more reason to be firm. “I can’t…”
“I’ll be lonely.”
“I’ll message you goodnight.”
“I want to wake up to you.”
She smiled wryly and rubbed her face against the cold palm, serene and affectionate. “I’ll call you first thing in the morning.”
She was perplexed. Nagging her to stay wasn't new, but did he ever act this needy? Whatever buttons she pushed today, she was in for a full combo. Thankfully, his persistance did not bother her. It was as unusual as it was charming.
“C’mon, let go. I’ll be going now.”
He dropped his head on her shoulder and sighed, probably sulking since his advances didn’t bear fruit. Then he walked away to his desk, deadpan. From a drawer, he took out a shopping bag and then threw it her way. Djeeta reacted quickly and raised her hands at the incoming bag, catching it without clumsiness.
She opened it and, sure enough, found her pink dress, marking the end of their play.