In the game of chess, you either win or you lose.
Of course, it's chess, not a game of thrones. No one dies on the board, but the stakes can still feel high when the punishment is losing your clothes piece by piece.
That night, in the middle of the cold dark, we weren't snuggling under the blankets like some ordinary couple.
No.
Me and Arisu sat face-to-face, locked in a duel over the chessboard.
The air was chilly, but our bodies were sweating from the tension, from the heat in our stares.
Compared to me, dressed neatly in my clothes, Arisu was already almost stripped bare.
Her thin dress had slipped off piece by piece through each lost match, leaving her now in nothing but her sexy black lingerie that clung tight to her pale body.
Her bra pushed up her breasts just enough to make me ache to touch them, and her lacy panties hugged her hips in a way that screamed distraction.
It should've been impossible to concentrate with her sitting there like that, lips slightly parted, eyes gleaming with both defiance and embarrassment.
But I didn't let myself falter.
I stared at the board.
She moved her piece carefully, but it didn't matter.
I had her cornered.
Her king was surrounded, waiting for the final blow.
Arisu's hand twitched, then she slowly raised it in surrender.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips. "I lost, Takashi-kun."
Her voice carried frustration, laced with something almost like shame.
And then, following the rules of our little game, she reached behind her back, unclasped her black bra, and let it slip off her shoulders, dropping to the floor.
Her panties followed right after.
She sat there, completely naked under the dim light, her flushed body on display, nipples stiff from the cold air and her pride burning in her cheeks.
That was our stake, whoever lost stripped, one piece at a time, until nothing was left.
And once naked, the loser belonged entirely to the winner.
"Well, you're not that bad," I said softly. I didn't want to humiliate her, didn't need to rub the loss in.
Instead, I stood, moved to her side, and stroked her silky lilac hair, my fingers brushing through it gently.
She flushed a deeper red at my words, trembling as her lips parted. "Takashi-kun… it seems I've been neglecting my studies… or even my training. During the holidays, I got lazy. In the past, I could at least draw against you… sometimes even beat you. But now? Now you've improved at a rate I can't even imagine. I've utterly lost. You're a true genius, while I'm not."
Her pride had cracked.
Losing over and over to me on the board had crushed her confidence.
She looked like she wanted to cry, her naked body trembling not just from cold, but from humiliation that cut deeper than being stripped.
Before, I wasn't a genius. Our matches used to swing back and forth, wins, losses, draws.
But now?
Now I always won, and Arisu felt like she was falling behind, not smart enough, her self-esteem torn to shreds.
Of course, there was a reason I never lost anymore.
The impregnation system.
After I bred Arisu, after I made her mine, I gained her genius trait for myself.
That's why I always outmatched her now.
I wasn't pretending anymore. I wasn't just a reborn faker riding on second chances.
Now, I was a true genius and Arisu, naked and defeated was the proof.
I hugged her tighter, holding her close against my chest as I whispered softly, "It's fine, Arisu-chan. I'll always love you, no matter what."
But as I held her vulnerable little body, snuggling into me with that needy, dependent look, my cock twitched and grew rock-hard inside my trousers.
I couldn't stop myself from pressing my erection against her petite form, grinding lightly as I drank in the warmth of her body.
At first, she didn't seem to notice, only tightening her grip on me like she never wanted to let go. "Teach me how to write, coding, and painting, Takashi-kun. I want to learn all of it. I promise I'll be your most obedient, good girl. I know you like it when I am."
That word 'obedient' lit a fire inside me.
Almost as if she finally noticed the hardness pressing against her, her hand slipped down between us, landing on my cock through my trousers.
She gave it a teasing stroke, making me groan low in my throat.
Slowly, deliberately, she pulled back from my embrace, her eyes locking with mine as she knelt down.
Her slender fingers tugged at my trousers, dragging them down until my cock sprang free, thick and heavy in front of her face.
My chest tightened at the sight, Arisu on her knees, submission glowing in her eyes, looking utterly breedable and eager to please.
She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue before licking the swollen tip, her warm saliva coating me as she began to worship my cock.
Her tongue traced along the shaft, licking and sucking, eager to please me, to show me that she was mine.
I ran my hand gently through her lilac hair, stroking her as she worked, groaning at the wet, obscene sounds of her mouth.
But this time, I didn't let my hunger take over.
Instead of fucking her face ruthlessly, I held back, guiding her head with slow, steady thrusts, savoring her devotion.
Her eyes looked up at me, filled with love, even as she swallowed my cock deeper.
My control finally broke when I felt the heat coiling in my gut, I gripped her hair and pushed in, spilling thick, hot semen down her throat.
Arisu gulped it down obediently, not wasting a single drop, and when she finally pulled back, she looked up at me with flushed cheeks, lips glistening with my cum, and eyes shining with affection.
"Anyway," I muttered, helping her up and pulling her back into my arms, "you're always with me, and you've already learned so much from me. Why don't you start creating, Arisu? Start your own story, or paint your own piece."
She shot me a resentful glare, puffing her cheeks.
"If you weren't so lustful, always taking me then and there, I'd have already posted my own story or maybe even finished a painting, Takashi-kun."
I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, smiling sheepishly. "Alright, alright... but you should rest first. It'll be better if you start after a good night's sleep."
She sighed softly, then smiled, her voice playful yet tender. "Okay, boyfriend-kun."
She let me scoop her up in my arms, carrying her to the chamber.
We slipped beneath the blanket, bodies pressed close together, her warmth melting into mine.
No more words were spoken.
Only the silence of the night embraced us as we drifted into sleep, tangled in each other's arms.
The next day, we stayed in the room together, and I began to seriously teach Arisu how to write properly.
Of course, before diving into anything academic, we had a quick, heated session in the steamy shower.
She pressed her wet, slippery body against mine, kissing me hungrily as I shoved her against the wall tiles.
Her moans echoed in the bathroom as I slid into her tight, dripping cunt under the running water, fucking her hard and fast while the steam surrounded us.
By the time we both came, the shower floor was messy with our fluids mixing, and we stepped out breathless but satisfied, our urges temporarily sated.
After freshening up, we ate breakfast, then returned to our room where I finally started my lecture.
"Arisu-chan, do you know what is the most important thing in the world of literature when you post your story?" I asked, leaning back with a serious tone.
"The story must be good and readable," she replied confidently.
"No," I shook my head, "that's only the third most important point. The most important thing is whether people will actually read yours or not, and deciding exactly what you want to write. Do you want to write a serious story? Fantasy? Romance? Crack-fic? Or whatever crazy idea is spinning in your head? Think about this first. Be consistent with your theme and clear about the kind of audience you want to reach. Every genre has its own crowd of readers, its own market, its own loyal base. You can't be greedy and try to appeal to every single one of them at once. That's how you lose yourself."
She went quiet for a bit, brows furrowed.
Then she sighed. "So in the end, it's just about pleasing the crowd and the market? I don't think writing is for me, then."
"It's not just about pleasing the market," I corrected her.
"It's about choosing what you want to do and sticking with it. If you start off writing something serious and then suddenly halfway through you throw in random comedy, it ruins the tone. Readers will feel betrayed. It's the same as when some asshole tags their novel 'R-18' on Webnovel, but you open it and it's just MTL garbage from China with no actual sex scenes. No lemons, no payoff, just dogshit copy-paste. That's bait, and nobody likes wasting their time on that trash." I said sternly.
She stared at me for a moment, then smiled softly, her eyes warming. "Now I get it… what you're saying is, I can still write what I like, but there needs to be compromise. Because in the end, I'm not writing only for myself, but also for others. I should create that bridge where both sides are happy and invested."
Her words made me grin.
"Let's continue this later, boyfriend-kun," she said with a playful smirk. "We'll be late for class if we keep this up."
"Fine, my sweet girlfriend," I replied, leaning in to kiss her.
Our lips locked, tongues tangling in a slow, thorough kiss, her body pressing against mine as she returned my passion with just as much heat.
When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathing heavily, we straightened up, fixed ourselves, and got ready.
With one last goodbye kiss, we left the room and headed to our respective classes.
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