Arigato we love you

"Luckily for you, I am a welcoming person." She stroked Felix's face with a gentle hand, but her nails held a touch of threatening presence. The boy that was so warm before had now turned cold with fear for his own life. She started to play with his soft white hair. "I think I won't have you leave."

Her long hair removed its slight sharpness and became delicately soft again. She could have cut him if she had it at full strength. Her face leaned in, her body now on top of his, and she ran her tongue over his neck.

"I don't like all that saccharine sweet stuff. I'll teach you obedience."

Her nails lengthened.

"You live to please me... Remember?" She pressed her nails against the white shirt, threatening to slice it open and tear it to shreds. If Félix remembered, he would have said just those words in his dazed state in the Cafeteria after Konishi went through a strange ritual with him, as though she inducted him into some sort of cult.

I live to please you.

"Let's have some fun."

She finally slipped off his body, but the one hand that had the spear-like nails were still activated, consistently threatening him all the time. Konishi took Félix by the collar with her other hand and pulled him upwards. He would have to stand on his own two feet himself; he was too tall for the girl. Konishi drove him to the wall with some coercion. Her nails lengthened and she pinned one hand, piercing through the cuff of his shirt and through the foundation of the very wall, but not his flesh.

Félix still had a free hand, but so did Konishi. With Eros and Thanatos side by side, she pressed her palm against his and held his hand like it was a tight embrace. One one hand, she was thrilled with lust, but on the other hand, she was also ruled by death.

"Fill my emptiness. Drive me insane."

Whether or not Félix would decide to use his powers or to fill her emptiness in another way was up to him to decide.

She lowered her gaze to his body. She released the grasp on the hand pinned to the wall, but her nails were ever-present. Her hand travelled over his chest, feeling the heat of his body.

"Good boy." She praised, but there was no love in her voice, or even reward. This time it felt wholly devoid of emotion despite her apparent drive for lust and death. Like peeling off the skin of a fruit, she ran a deft nail down his shirt, her nails gliding through the delicate fabric like a pair of fine tailor scissors. She could have easily skinned Félix too, as though undressing him, with how sharp her nails were.

"By the way, I'm not turning eighteen in November."

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In the morning, Konishi was sleeping soundly on her bed. It seemed that tormenting Félix and giving him a terrifying thrill totally drained her energy and left her vulnerable.

Pale light streamed in from a sliver of the curtain that remained closed. Birds chirped, and the air was still cold. It was still early enough to leave before people started coming out for classes.