The stairwell of the office building was meant only for emergencies — cold, quiet, forgotten by most.
But now, it had become Raizen's territory.
This stairwell was Raizen's spider's web.
And right now…
He was devouring the prey that had willingly wandered into it.
Her back pressed hard against the cold concrete wall, but her body was burning.
Raizen's fingers slipped beneath her panties — damp, already clinging to her. She gasped, hips twitching at the contact.
"S-sensitive…" she whispered, her voice quivering.
He didn't respond with words.
Instead, two fingers pressed into her slowly, deliberately — as if savoring the feel of her heat. She clenched around him almost instantly, knees trembling.
"Shhh," he whispered, lips trailing down her neck. "You promised to stay quiet."
"B-but—ahh—"
He moved inside her with patient, controlled rhythm. His thumb circled her clit, dragging soft moans from her mouth as she bit down on her lips, eyes glassy.
He studied her face like a canvas — flushed cheeks, unfocused gaze, pupils dilated. Beautiful in surrender.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he whispered, voice low and smooth.
She nodded quickly.
"I-I didn't know… it could feel like this…"
Raizen smirked.
"That's because no one touched you like a demon would."
Her body twitched as he picked up the pace — faster, firmer.
Wet sounds echoed faintly in the stairwell, each thrust of his fingers shameless and deliberate.
Even the sound alone was enough to drive any woman mad with desire.
One of her heels fell off. Her thigh-high stocking slipped slightly.
Raizen didn't stop.
His other hand reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing soft lace — pink, floral, and barely covering her breasts.
"You wore this to work?" he chuckled.
She turned redder. "I-I didn't think—"
Raizen didn't wait.
He slid the bra down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as his fingers worked harder below. The combination made her moan louder — too loud.
He immediately brought his lips to hers, muffling the sound with a rough kiss.
"Quiet," he growled between kisses. "Or I'll stop."
"N-no, please don't stop…!"
He kissed her again, biting her lower lip this time.
"Then come for me, right here," he whispered. "Stain my fingers like a good girl."
Her legs clamped around him. Her walls tightened.
A choked cry escaped her lips — her whole body spasming as the orgasm hit her hard. She held onto him like a lifeline, shaking, her release flooding around his fingers.
Raizen waited until her breathing slowed.
Then slowly, he pulled out.
His fingers glistened.
He brought them up to her lips.
"Clean it."
Her eyes widened. She hesitated — but then parted her lips.
She sucked his fingers in, tongue shyly tasting herself as Raizen watched her with dark satisfaction.
"Good girl," he whispered. "Now pull yourself together."
She looked completely ruined — skirt wrinkled, hair a mess, bra exposed, one shoe missing. But she nodded, still dazed, still flushed.
She leaned downward, trying to slip her heel back on. But the moment her fingers touched the strap—she froze.
She felt it.
A sudden pressure. A presence.
She looked back, eyes wide.
Raizen was behind her—smirking.
"I'm not done yet," he said lowly.
Before she could react, he was already inside her.
Her breath caught, her mouth parted—but no scream came. Just a shuddering moan.
That thick heat filled her, stretching her insides. Her knees buckled.
And then—satisfaction.
It hit her all at once. Her body quivered from the wave of pleasure, her hands clutching the stairs as her hips instinctively pressed back to take more.
He grabbed one of her hands, pinning it behind her as he pounded into her from behind. Her other hand was pressed tightly over her mouth, trying desperately to muffle the sounds escaping her throat.
Each thrust pushed her forward, only for him to pull her back again, using her wrist as leverage. Her body rocked with every movement, her breasts swaying from the sheer force—until his other hand slipped under and cupped one firmly.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" he whispered darkly, lips curled into a smirk.
She couldn't form a reply—just a muffled, breathy moan, laced with helpless approval.
Raizen's hand slid up her body, fingers wrapping around her neck as he leaned his body upright. Holding her close by the throat, he licked the side of her cheek slowly, tasting her flushed skin.
"Mmm… so sweet," he muttered.
Her body twitched again. Her thoughts were scattering. The pressure—too much. Her legs trembled violently.
"T-Takumi…!" she gasped, glancing back with teary, lust-clouded eyes. "I—I'm cumming—!"
Her back arched. A loud, wet squirt splashed across the stair beneath her as she convulsed, her voice breaking into whimpers.
Raizen finally let go, allowing her to slump forward.
But he wasn't done.
"Clean me again," he said, tugging her into a kneeling position.
He guided himself into her mouth. She welcomed him without resistance, sucking him in eagerly. With a satisfied groan, he came inside her mouth—thick, hot, and heavy.
She didn't flinch.
She swallowed every drop, then licked her lips with a sultry hum.
Once they were done, they helped fix each other's clothes like nothing happened—no words, no guilt, just heat hanging in the silence.
Just before they parted, Raizen leaned in again, lips brushing her ear.
"You were eavesdropping," he whispered. "And this is what happens… to curious little kittens."
He gave her ass one firm squeeze, then turned away, adjusting his collar like nothing happened.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he felt her still standing there, pressed against the wall, touching her lips as if trying to understand what just happened.
I needed that, he thought, smirking. One step closer to an even greater power.