“Playing hard-to-get now, are you?”

Imya blushed. “Shut up.”

Christian grabbed Imya’s hand and dragged her upstairs. He threw her onto their bed, closing and locking their bedroom door.

“Y-You… You promised y-you’d stop doing that.”

“Imya…” Christian turned towards Imya, a serious expression on his face. “Who did you tell?”

“What?”

“I told you to tell no one… And yet, you told someone.” Christian held Imya down by her shoulders and undressed her.

Tears formed at the corners of Imya’s eyes. “I swear, I didn’t tell anyone!”

Christian smiled. “I think I might need to punish you…” He reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a crimson rope and a chain leash.

Imya began shaking. “Please, Master… Go slow…”

“I can’t guarantee that I will.”

Sarah heard moaning coming from upstairs. “I need to go up there and make sure my son doesn’t hurt Imya.” Natsumi stepped forward.

“I’ll come with you.”

“No way, Christian can kill you easily.”

“I don’t care. My friend is up there.” She paused. “Wait, did I just call Imya my friend?!”

Sarah ran upstairs, followed by Natsumi and Callie. She unlocked Imya and Christian’s bedroom door.

Imya moaned, “Harder, Master… A-Ahh!” She tightly hugged a nearby pillow.

Christian looked at the open door. He pulled away. “M-Mom, this isn’t what it looks like!”

Imya took Christian’s hand. “M-Master… Just… J-Just a little longer.”

Christian gently tugged the chain. Imya fell backward, onto Christian’s left thigh.

“A-Ah! Master…”

Christian put his hands on Imya’s shoulders. “What do you want?”

Sarah stepped forward. “I want you to give me a reason why you’re doing this to Imya.”

Imya opened his mouth to protest. “I-I want-”

Christian interrupted, “She wants it, and that’s the end of it.” He looked away. “I know I’ll hate myself later for admitting this, but,” He hesitated. “I-I love her!”

Imya blushed. “Shut up, you don’t mean that.”

“I do mean it.”

Sarah looked away. “I just- Christian, when you started doing this, Imya did not want it.”

Imya looked away. “I did. When he hurt me, it… It gave me a strange sexual thrill…”

Christian‘s eyes widened. “I-Imya… I-” Tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry for how I treated you for all these years. I-It’s okay if you resent me for it.”

Imya hugged Christian tightly. “Master, there is nothing you could ever do and mean that would make me dislike you. I-I...” Imya looked into Christian’s eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek. “I love you, too.”

Sarah sighed, “If you don't see each other as siblings and it makes you happy then… You can be together. On one condition. Christian, you are not to ever mistreat Imya. If you do, so help me, Christian, I will-”

“Okay, okay, I promise, I’ll treat Imya like the amazing girl she is.”

Imya kissed Christian, wrapping her arms around his waist. She fell on top of him.

Natsumi looked at Sarah. “Are we just ignoring the fact that they’re naked?”

“Shush. This is their moment.” Christian pulled away and put his head between Imya’s legs. Sarah paused. “Yeah, we should go.”

Imya shuddered. “Ohh… Yes…”

Several hours later, Imya woke up on the floor. “Huh? Was that… A dream?”

Christian shook his head. “While we were… together, I think I might have thrusted too hard or something, and you passed out.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s 7:47 AM. You’ve been asleep since yesterday afternoon.”

Imya’s eyes widened. “Shit, I’m late for school!”

“What about breakfast?”

Imya hastily grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. She swung her bag onto her arm and rushed out the door.

Christian sighed, “I’m glad I put her clothes back on her when she passed out.”

When Imya arrived at school, Natsumi asked, “Where were you? Mrs. Albano, the language arts teacher, is pissed that you didn’t show up. She sent me to find you.”

Imya chuckled nervously, “I passed out… While I was with Christian…”

Natsumi grabbed Imya’s wrist. “Let’s go.”

When they entered the classroom, Mrs. Albano looked at Imya. “Why are you late?”

“I passed out yesterday and didn’t wake up until I was already late.” Imya whispered under her breath, “Please don’t ask-”

“What happened?”

“Shit. I’m doomed.” Imya lied, “Hangover. That happens a lot.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” She gestured towards an empty desk in the back. “Have a seat, Imya.”

Imya walked toward the back, her hands in her pockets.

Sarayu was sitting at the desk next to Imya’s. She smirked. “Come on, Imya. We both know a hangover didn’t knock you out. It was intense and unprotected sexual intercourse.”

“Shut the fuck up, Sarayu.” Imya stared out the window. “When Christian confessed his love for me… Was it… A dream?” She shook her head. “No, that’s impossible. I would have at least remembered something from before I passed out. Goddammit, what’s going on with me? I can’t stop thinking about him. His cute smile… The way he can make the most innocent thing sound dirty…”