Yura didn't plan this.
All she had wanted was to find the young man who saved her, thank him properly for doing it, and then maybe interrogate him on how exactly he did it so that she could protect more people in the future.
But maybe it was the despair and anguish from losing so many friends and acquaintences due to her actions, maybe it was the constant pressure being called the Legendary Hunter's legacy...
Or maybe it was just the fact that the suave bastard who stole her first kiss by tricking her into giving it was too damned attractive.
Either way, before she could even come to her senses, she was in an unfamiliar apartment being served a cup of hot cocoa, a plate of chocolate chip cookies, and a chocolate bar.
Said chocolate bar was being fed to her piece by piece via kisses.
"W-Wait." Yura gasped, instinctively swallowing the next piece of chocolate that the suave bastard fed her. "You can't just keep kissing me-! Mmph~"
Damn this bastard...!
The mysterious young man chuckled and swept his hair to the side. "Being coy now after all of that in public, Love?"
A full-body shiver swept through Yura's body at being called 'love.' Like a warm embrace, or sunshine on a wintry day.
Either way, it made her instinctively swallow and heat up.
The mysterious young man chuckled and smirked, clearly amused. "Oh, you like that, don't you, Love?"
"Sh-Shut up you bastard!" Yura blushed and pointed a finger at him. "Y-Y-You don't get to do that! And stop making me feel all...!"
"Warm? Tingly? Dearly and irrevocably in love?" The mysterious young man teased.
Yura wanted to scream. She really did. But instead, when she opened her mouth, a small squeak echoed.
The mysterious young man laughed and then fed her another piece of chocolate with a kiss.
Yura felt her face heat up yet again, burning from shame and maybe another motion she absolutely REFUSED to admit.
...Mostly because that would mean her type was absolutely the average looking guy with a secret domineering side, unlike the rich and flashy chaebol heirs her grandfather kept introducing her to.
...But dammit, the chocolate was sooo good. And the kiss along with it...
When he pulled back, Yura found herself subconsciously chasing after his lips with her own before she caught herself. Then she groaned and covered her face. "What have you done to me...?"
The mysterious young man laughed and said, "Well. I made you mine~" He teased and then stroked Yura's cheek. "But don't worry. There's no spell, magic, or compulsion. Just pure. Utter. Devotion." With his last words, he emphasized each with a soft kiss.
Yura wanted to resist. To tell him off.
But that'd be lying.
Despite how pushy he was, how he was taking advantage of her in her emotionally fragile state...
Yura didn't really care. In fact, she kind of liked-
'Nonono. I can't be like that... can I?'
Yura felt her face heat up again as she realized there was a part of herself she never knew and was dying of cringe now that she realized it.
It seemed that the mysterious young man... her lover for all intents and purposes now. It seemed that he sensed her inner turmoil as he smirked, clearly amused.
"Sh-Shut it!" Yura grabbed a nearby cushion and chucked it at his face.
The mysterious young man grabbed it and laughed. "Feisty, huh? But fine, fine. I'll stop teasing you, Love."
Yura instinctively calmed down at being called love. Then she realized what had happened and screamed. "Aaaahhhh! How are you doing this? No, why am I like this?! You aren't even that attract-"
Yura immediately stopped when she took a second look at the mysterious young man.
Before, he was ordinary. Middle-parted bangs, glasses, ordinary shirt...
But now she realized that with his side-swept messy hair, missing glasses, and a properly fitting shirt that revealed a trained body...
Yura instinctively swallowed, feeling a warmth spread through her body at just looking at her man-
'DID I JUST CALL HIM MY MAN?! AAAAHHHH.'
Screaming.
Yura was screaming.
Internally, that is.
...Goddammit.
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Okay.
I was being cruel. Also ABSOLUTELY taking advantage of Yura.
She was absolutely inexperienced in love. I could tell that at a single glance.
At the same time, she was a die-hard romantic. That was clear from how quickly she folded.
...It made me seriously concerned for her on an objective level since that implied that she would have folded for a scummier guy than me.
Not that I WASN'T scummy. I at least wasn't planning to seduce her for any profit, status, or for her body.
I was just taking what was being offered up on a silver platter. And I was of course taking proper responsibility.
Like making sure she was so addicted to me she couldn't even think about another guy.
...What? I'm not a good person. Never was.
I wouldn't write so many NTR stories for profit if I was a good person, after all.
Anyway.
Back to the serious stuff.
Yura stared at me from her spot on her couch, her clothes all messed up and panting with unabashed desire. "You... terrible man... making me like this...!" She licked her chocolate smeared lips and barely swallowed a moan.
I chuckled and said, "Just taking responsibility, Love."
"This isn't- Oh, forget it." Yura grumbled and reached down to the hem of her hoodie before pausing. "...Are you going to go all the way? Or are you just going to leave me like this, you bastard?"
"Obviously I'm leaving you like that. I'm not stupid. Your grandfather would absolutely murder me if I crossed that line before properly marrying you."
Yura blinked. Then she huffed, calming down a bit. "So you DO know boundaries. Bastard."
"Kissing you is one thing. Taking 'that' is something else." I paused. "Though with how you phrased it earlier, it seems I might have already taken it already?"
Yura blinked again. Then she furrowed her brows before widening her eyes. "That's... oh my god, I did... and right after..." She groaned and covered her face. Then she pointed at me and said, "This is all your fault! And I still don't even know your name, you bastard!"
"Well, Love." I placed her now perfectly warm cup of cocoa in her hands and said, "I'm yours~ Isn't that all you need to know?"
Yura turned a bright red and then started frantically drinking her cocoa, as if that would hide her shame.
I laughed and said, "My name's Neol. Neol Won." I pecked her cheek and said, "Happy, Love?"
"You freaking...!" Yura groaned and shoved a cookie into her mouth. "...Why are you so fucking hot? I-I-I mean... Gah. Kill me..."
"Nope~" I licked her lips free of chocolate and smiled. "I'd rather give you a lot of 'little deaths' in bed instead~"
Yura froze and then turned a bright red. "Shameless! Pervert! I should kill you for that! Have Grandpa lock you away in a dimensional prison and throw away the key!"
"And yet, here we are." I leaned forward and kissed her neck. "So... if I'm going to die anyway." I started kissing up her neck along her chin. "Should we go all the way?"
I was teasing her. Obviously. I wasn't planning to actually go all the way. Her reactions were just too fun to pass up.
Unfortunately...
"...Fuck it. No, fuck you." Yura took a deep breath as if steeling herself. And then she pinned me down onto the couch, averting her gaze. "I-I-If we're doing it, I'm setting the pace. So get ready, you bastard N-N-Neol!"
I froze. Then I said, "Wait, Yura-"
"Too late! No takebacks!" In a fit of embarrassed rage, Yura ripped off her clothes, tore mine off, and then...