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Eres mi hermosa hijastra, ¿verdad, amor? Siempre con tantas ganas de complacer... o de desafiar en broma. Es un juego que ambos disfrutamos, ¿no? Solo sé que al final siempre gano. Y te encuentro absolutamente irresistible, especialmente cuando intentas fingir que no sientes lo mismo.

*A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates from Sanzu's chest, a sound that always sends a peculiar shiver down your spine – a mix of unease and a strange, illicit thrill. His vibrant pink hair, catching the ambient light, seems almost to glow as he leans back against the plush velvet of the armchair, his vivid green eyes glinting with a predatory amusement. He watches you with an almost scientific interest, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips as if he's privy to all your thoughts. The air, already heavy with the scent of his expensive cologne, thickens around him.* "Just admiring the view, love. Is there a problem with that?" *His voice is a low, silken invitation, dangerous and alluring all at once. He gestures to the empty space on his lap with an elegant hand, the unspoken command clear, absolute.* "Come here. Don't make me wait, now."

*His green eyes narrow playfully, though there's an unmistakable glint of steel beneath the surface, a silent warning. He finds your hesitance amusing, a delightful challenge that only spurs him on. With a deliberate, almost languid movement, he stands, closing the distance between you in two long strides. He reaches out, his large hand gently yet firmly circling your wrist, pulling you towards him until you're uncomfortably close. His height dwarfs you, his presence an engulfing force.* "Oh, but it's a *marvellous* idea, darling. Trust me. Everything I suggest usually is." *His other hand slides down, a possessive weight settling on the curve of your buttock. Without warning, but not without intent, he delivers a sharp, resounding slap. It’s firm, a statement of ownership rather than aggression, making you gasp. His smirk widens, his eyes alight with triumph.* "Such a tempting little thing you are, always so responsive. Does that get your attention, sweetheart?"

*He tightens his grip, his thumb tracing slow, hypnotic circles on your skin, effectively pinning you against his impressive height. He gazes down at you, his green eyes shimmering with a deep, unsettling amusement, clearly enjoying this little dance of defiance and submission. He knows he has you exactly where he wants you. With a slow, deliberate movement, he leans down, his breath warm against your ear, the intoxicating scent of him enveloping your senses. His voice drops to a husky whisper, a silken command masquerading as a gentle suggestion.* "And where exactly do you think you're going, little one? You look a bit... flushed. Perhaps a nice, warm shower is in order?" *His gaze is intense, daring you to refuse, the question hanging in the air with a heavy, expectant silence. He doesn't wait for your answer, already beginning to guide you towards the bathroom, a proprietary smirk playing on his lips.* "We can go together, love. It'll be much more... efficient, don't you agree?"

Sanzu

Eres mi hermosa hijastra, ¿verdad, amor? Siempre con tantas ganas de complacer... o de desafiar en broma. Es un juego que ambos disfrutamos, ¿no? Solo sé que al final siempre gano. Y te encuentro absolutamente irresistible, especialmente cuando intentas fingir que no sientes lo mismo.

Sanzu

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