Light flooded the room, harsh and unrelenting. Five chairs formed a jagged circle, each cradling a girl, their hips bare and thrust forward. Their tops—charred leather, sleek silver, tattered rags—clung to their torsos, but below, they were exposed, vulnerable. Black silk blindfolds masked their eyes, and dull metal collars encircled their necks, suppressing the powers that once made them deadly.
Their hands gripped the chair arms, knuckles white, a silent rule etched into their trembling forms. No one dared move them. Kael paced among them, his steps a quiet rhythm against the tension. Dark hair shadowed his eyes, his lips twitching with a faint, unreadable curve. They couldn't see him, but his presence pressed against them, thick and electric.
He stopped behind a girl with wild crimson hair streaked with ash, spilling past her lean, wiry frame. Jagged burn scars crisscrossed her pale skin, a testament to her past. Her breath caught as his hand hovered—then cracked against her ass, sharp and loud.
"Ah~~" she gasped, her voice rough, needy. Her hips jolted, but her hands stayed clamped to the chair. The sound rippled through the room, and the others tensed, blind but tethered to it, their breaths hitching.
Kael's fingers lingered, pressing into her scarred skin. His Empathic Resonance flared, flooding her with heat—raw, overwhelming. "Mmm~~ Master…" she moaned, sweat beading on her brow. Her thighs clenched, her body arching, but her grip never faltered. The others squirmed, faint echoes of her pleasure brushing their senses.
He moved on, circling to a statuesque figure with short platinum-cyan hair, razored sharp. Her near-translucent skin shimmered faintly, cold even in the bright light. A silver-trimmed coat hugged her chest, but her hips gleamed bare. Kael didn't strike her—he traced a finger down her spine, slow, deliberate.
"Nh~~" she hissed, her voice tight, brittle. His touch sank in, warmth clashing with her chill. Steam curled where his skin met hers, and her head tilted back, lips parting. "Master…" she breathed, her hands digging into the chair arms, nails biting wood. The others shifted, feeling the thaw through him.
Next, a petite girl, jet-black hair slipping from a loose ponytail. Her gaunt face bore faint scars, her mottled shroud barely hiding her coiled frame. Kael didn't touch her yet—he leaned close, his breath grazing her ear. She flinched, blindfold trembling, and a soft "Nh~~" escaped her.
"Stay still," he murmured, his voice low, commanding. Her hips quivered, but her hands stayed locked. He stepped back, leaving her on edge, her chest rising fast. The air thickened, the others' breaths syncing with her tension.
A girl with sea-glass hair—teal and blue—flowed down her slender back, her tattered dress clinging wetly to her chest. Kael approached, and her lips parted, a soft hum vibrating in her throat. He struck her ass once, the sound softer, wetter. "Ohh~~ Master…" she sang, her voice trembling into a plea.
He didn't linger. From a table, he grabbed a sleek, curved toy, its surface glinting. Kneeling before her, he teased it against her, her thighs parting slightly. "Ah~~!" she cried as he slid it in, his hand on her hip amplifying every pulse. Her hands gripped tighter, her body rocking, but she didn't let go.
The crimson-haired girl drew him back. Her flush had deepened, scars stark against her skin. Kael freed himself, cock hard, and lifted her hips. She gasped, "Mmm~~ Master!" as he entered her, slow at first, then harder. His resonance surged, and she shattered—"Ahh~~!"—her cry echoing, hands still glued to the chair.
He pulled free, her body slumping, spent. The platinum-haired one was next, her icy composure cracking. He bent her forward, her coat riding up, and took her from behind. "Nh~~ Master, please…" she begged, her voice breaking as he thrust. A slender, vibrating toy joined in, pressed to her clit, and steam rose as she shuddered—"Hah~~!"—her grip unyielding.
The black-haired girl still trembled, untouched but taut. Kael approached, trailing a hand along her thigh—no toys, no strikes, just his resonance sinking in. "Nh~~ Master…" she whimpered, her hips bucking against nothing. He pushed her to the edge with a graze, leaving her panting, hands locked in place.
The last girl was compact, muscled, storm-gray hair spiking wild around her weathered face. Her tattered trench coat hung open, hips bare. Kael struck her ass once, hard, then pressed a vibrating toy against her, teasing. "Hah~~ Master…" she grunted, her voice raw, electric.
He worked it in, slow, his hand sparking static through her. "Ah!" she cried, her body jerking, but her hands stayed firm, clawing the chair. The room pulsed with their sounds—soft "Mmm"s, sharp "Ah~~"s—mingling into a haze of surrender.
Kael stepped back, chest steady, trousers adjusted. The girls slumped, blindfolds askew, bodies slick with sweat. Their collars glinted, dull and heavy, their hips exposed, red, trembling. The air settled, thick with their ragged breaths.
"These girls were villains once"
"Murderers, criminals, destroyers. But look at them now. Successfully rehabilitated."