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-don't tell me you prefer women? If you want me to, I can stay in this form. I can be whatever you want me to be.
-haha, no, no, I mean, you ARE gorgeous like this too, but... I just want you to be yourself. I'd never force you to stay in a body you aren't comfortable in. But daaamn~
You whistle, giving him and up down. His usual shirt and vest are now stretched over his shapely breasts. You didn't think he could get any hotter, but of course, he loves to prove you wrong.
Ogling him feels disrespectful, maybe because he looks intimidating now, something you can't say about his male form. Or perhaps you had just simply got used to seeing him like that. Either way, women are scary.
A hot type of scary, but that doesn't change how their beauty mercilessly demands attention.
He must've noticed your nervousness (or was it the flush of your cheeks? You'll never know), because his tempting plump lips pull into a sweet smile while his eyes narrow with mischief.
-don't look at me like that... You're doing this on purpose, right? To make me feel embarrassed?
-what? Me? Noooo, never.
Even his voice has changed. It's melodious and alluring, like a siren's call, meant to pull you in, right into his open arms before dragging you underwater. What a way to die~
-amor, are you still here?
-y-yeah, yes, ma'am!
A soft chuckle escapes him, enjoying how red your face becomes once you comprehend your own answer and start apologizing sheepishly.
-ah shit, I'm so sorry, Nulla, I didn't... Uhmm.. Please, just forget this.
You give up trying to save your face, running your fingers through your hair as you make peace with your dignity shattering.
-aww, what's wrong? Am I making you shy?
He strides towards you with a seductive slowness, making sure you watch his full hips sway with each step. Hooking a finger under for chin, he guides your gaze to meet his dark eyes.
-if I knew you'd have this reaction, I would've shown you this form a long time ago.
His free hand finds your shoulder, delicate fingers gently massaging your tense muscles. His other one soon follows suit, but only after he's positive he has your leer focused on his face.
-talk to me, cariño~ it's not nice to leave a lady waiting.
His sly smirk radiates confidence, which snaps you out of your awe, causing you to blurt out the question that has formed in your head, not thinking it through.
-you're way too good at flirting, you must have a lot of experience, right?
He freezes, the smile disappearing from his face. Now it's his turn to be bashful.
Realizing your mistake, you quickly grab his thin waist, not letting him escape in shame.
-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that! My mouth acted before my brain registered what I was asking.
-no, it's... Haha, it's alright... Just took me off guard. I can promise you I had only ever wooed people for work. And because I didn't know you back then. I wouldn't dare to take my eyes off you now.
The bedroom eyes and long, fluttering lashes convince you immediately. Honestly, you'd believe him even if he said the sky was red, not blue.
To further empathize his love for you, as if it hasn't been clear before, he slowly leans in, pressing his soft lips against yours. You can't stop yourself from melting into it, welcoming the new feeling. He tastes exactly like chocolate and has lip gloss on.
Your eyes fall shut, embracing the affection as you pull him closer, holding him tenderly. To your surprise, something changes throughout the kiss, and by the time you pull away for air and gaze at him, he's back to his usual form.
He flashes a toothy grin, mirth written on his face.
-I think I'll keep that layer of me hidden, as a little treat for you. To encourage you to behave~ don't get me wrong, I feel honored you were so mesmerized by me, but I prefer you being chattier. Although, I'm always open to a profitable bargain, if you can't wait for your reward. You merely have to say the word, mi vida.
Laughter erupts from your throat at his words. You hug him tightly, hiding your face in his neck while shaking your head.
-Nulla, you're such a meanie!
He snickers first, then becomes louder, finally resting his head on your shoulder, mirroring you, as his chest vibrates with the force of his voice.
-see?! I told you! You're way more comfortable when I look like this.
Yet again, he was right. Maybe you should simply accept this fact. But where's the fun in that? He might have some tricks up his sleeve to acquire what he wants from you, but you aren't powerless against him either.
After all you are in the possession of his sole weakness, the one and only thing he is unable to say no to.
Yourself.