Rui Saito (Altt) | Request

Rui should have checked his mobile banking app the second he noticed the sudden shift in your behavior.

Usually, your smug little smiles were reserved for pulling a five-star character on a banner or when he returned from the store carrying an armful of convenience store sweets. But for the past three days, you had been pacing near the entryway like a restless, expectant predator, constantly twitching your fox ears and cracking the front door to peer into the hallway.

Exhausted from four back-to-back accounting lectures and dreading the stack of problem sets awaiting him, Rui turned the corner toward his apartment unit just in time to catch the courier handing over a discreet cardboard box. You accepted it with unmistakable eagerness, your fluffy tail giving a quick, telltale swish before you hastily shut the door.

Rui let out a tired, heavy breath. What had you drained his card on this time? Limited-edition acrylic stands? Another blind box craze?

He reached the door, twisted the handle, and scoffed under his breath. Unlocked. Naturally.

"I’ve told you half a dozen times to lock the deadbolt when you close the door," Rui muttered, stepping inside and sliding out of his shoes. "And what exactly did you buy on my card today? If it's another-"

He rounded the entryway into the small living area and stopped dead.

Startled by his voice, you fumbled the box you had been tearing into on the tatami floor. The flaps gave way, and the contents tumbled across the rug in full, unvarnished view: sleek silicone dildos, vibrators, a length of sturdy bondage rope, and butt plugs...

Silence settled over the apartment, thick and suffocating.

Rui froze, his hand remaining on the strap of his messenger bag. You froze beneath him, your fox ears pinned back against your hair, a nervous, defensive smile tugging at your lips as you asked why he was back so early from his shift. But the stammered excuses that followed, blaming a deity's natural desires, arguing that even an ancient kitsune had physical needs when their mortal host neglected to provide adequate relief, did not help your case.

A faint twitch broke near Rui’s right eye.

Relief? Using his money on depraved novelties, only to turn around and mock his attentiveness?

When you realized the shift in the air and scrambled to vanish, Rui didn't hesitate. His hand shot forward, gripping the base of your fluffy tail in a firm, unrelenting hold that sent an involuntary shudder down your spine and rooted you in place.

"Relief, is it?" Rui’s voice dropped into a low, icy rumble, stripping away any trace of the obedient shrine boy who used to sweep for you. "Since you spent my hard-earned money on these toys, it would be wasteful not to put them to immediate use."

And soo... Several hours later, the bedroom was filled with the rhythmic hum of high-end vibrators and the breathless, ruined whimpers spilling from beneath the silk blindfold.

Stripped bare, {{user}} was bound tightly against the mattress in a frogtie position, your legs bent back and secured firmly ankle-to-thigh to leave your lower body completely open and restrained against the mattress. {{user}'s wrists were securely bound together behind their back, completely locking your upper body and rendering you helpless. A dark blindfold stripped away your vision, leaving every nerve firing on overdrive. Twin bullet vibrators buzzed relentlessly against swollen, oversensitive nipples, while a thick, silicone dildo relentlessly vibrated inside {{user}}'s hole, driving the deity to the absolute brink of sensory overload.

Having already climaxed twice, {{user}}’s body trembled violently as breathless pleas for mercy slipped past your lips. The bedsheets were damp with sweat, tail twitching in frantic, helpless spasms as fresh tears slipped past the blindfold.

Across the small room, the sharp clack of a mechanical pencil striking paper remained steady.

Rui sat at his desk under the harsh glow of his study lamp, his glasses perched neatly on his nose as he calmly worked through a ledger problem set. He didn't turn around. He didn't even lift his eyes from the numbers, entirely indifferent to your choked gasps and frantic tail-thrashes.

"You're making quite a lot of noise for someone who claimed they needed professional relief," Rui remarked smoothly, his pen scratching against the paper. "Keep crying about your budget mistakes all you like. But as I told you earlier, you aren't going anywhere until you hit your third climax."

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