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With an ecstatic glee guiding his steps, Satanick trotted towards the tea house with the typical attitude of someone that felt at the top of the world, no hardships able to take him down. The Sun was slowly setting in the horizon, filling the air with a pleasant warmth mixed with a gentle breeze, which seemed to anticipate the coolness of the night. Everything was bathed in an orangish light, even the young lord himself, who looked as regal as ever as his body slowly rocked back and forth at the trot of the horse, his hair gently swaying for all the movements.
Arrogant, hubristic, smug: many were the adjectives that could describe the expression glued on Satanick's face, and yet none of them could correctly portray the level of self-satisfaction he was feeling at the moment; after all, he was completely sure that he managed to steal the oiran's heart thanks to his looks and rhetorical skills. At the moment he wasn't accompanied by his subordinates like the previous days, if not for Envi that was following him from afar, respecting the decision of his Lord to be immersed into his thoughts without any sort of distraction. Satanick wanted to be completely alone with the oiran, even paying more to make sure the shinzo weren't going to be there, giving some privacy to the two adults to get to physically know each other.
An oiran offered many services, starting with games and intellectual conversations, anything to ease the client's mind. Yet, Satanick was looking forward to more... heated activities, which were offered only to a trusted najimi, a rank he was sure of having obtained during the last days: not only was he rich enough, but he also was the most handsome man Buriran could ever wish to find.
In short, he was the best pick.
A certain dose of impatience rose into Satanick at those thoughts, his hands twitching while holding the reins for the desire to be already with the woman. That's why, once the familiar structure of the tea house reflected in his amethyst eyes, the young Lord couldn't help but speed up the pace, reaching his destination within seconds, as fast as a flutter of his heart.
«Casually,
To see just your shadow,
I passed through
Your house’s gate
Several times»;
Finally in front of the place that would have realized his craving, Satanick couldn't help but whisper one of the many haiku he learnt over the years, a pleased sigh leaving his lips as he jumped from the horse to the ground, lifting up some dust that threatened to dirty his perfectly clean kimono.
"Watch this place and make sure no one comes to bother me," Satanick ordered once his eyes met the crimson ones of his loyal subordinate, who simply nodded his head in approval and replied with his usual monotone voice: "As you order Satanick-sama."
"Good."
Satanick truly felt over the moon, a pleased grin glued on his face as he turned his attention back to the tea house and, without wasting much more time, he walked towards the sliding door, opening it with clear impatience, his movements so sudden and fast that a loud noise echoed in the entire structure.
"Hello Buriran-san," the pleased man stated with a warm and seductive tone, clearly showing his intentions from the start, "your favourite client is here, all for you! Missed me? I am sure you did."
Not even waiting for the permission to walk inside, Satanick closed the door shut behind his back and walked further inside of the room, leaving his geta at the entrance as costume.
'Why isn't she talking?'
Yet, no matter what he did or say, the oiran remained impassive, if not for the casual brushing of the tsuge against her lips, which were coloured of an intense red. Was that a new seduction technique? Because it sure was rising Satanick's libido, his impatient desire to have his hands on the oiran already feeding perverse thoughts in his mind. But no...it wasn't the correct moment; after all, he was there to relax and enjoy his time, so why should he rush things? It was better to just take it slow.
Not too much bothered by that silence and lack of movements, Satanick sat on his usual spot on the tatami, in front of tokonoma, where an incense burner and a vase with a typical ikebana floral composition were placed next to each other. His eyes were scanning the beautiful oiran sitting on the other side of the small table, admiring her delicate features highlighed by the makeup she was wearing, which only managed to give her a more eternal look. It was true that han'yō had an incredible beauty and this oiran was no exception.
Everything seemed to be in place, and yet, the longer he stared around, the more Satanick began realizing how there seemed to be something missing, an object of extreme importance for the client.
"Well, well, is there something you want to tell me?" Satanick asked, trying to get the oiran to talk one way or another, curious to finally hear her voice after all those days of total silence. Surely it was all part of a little game she did to tease the curiosity of her client, just to make things more interesting for the both of them. Or else, why would the key of access to the oh so desired fun Satanick wanted be missing like that?
'Does she only want to chat with me first? How cute,' the black haired man thought to himself as he stared at the beautiful woman, noticing the firey gaze she had, as if she was determined to do something. How much he would have liked to be able to read her mind, surely filled with adorable thoughts on how much she likes him!
"Welcome young master," suddenly the oiran said with a graceful tone after slowly pulling away the tsuge from her mouth, stopping Satanick from nagging her with more questions, "there is indeed something I'd like to tell you."
'Interesting...' the young Lord couldn't help but think in surprise. Not only was she incredibly attractive, but her voice was also seductive, enough to send shudders down the man's whole body. It was the type of tone you would imagine an experienced woman to use, alluring, tempting, one that held many secrets that waited to be uncovered by Satanick's hands, an invitation masked behind enigmatic words that left a pleasant echo in his ears.
"Or...moreover ask you," the oiran kept going unaware of the man's thoughts, his gaze as sharp as a knife, "what is that you find attractive about me?"
'What a surprising question...is she feeling insecure or something? How adorable.'
Satanick felt quite taken aback by such question, a low hum leaving his lips as he folded his arms over his own chest, spending a second or two to search for the most opportune answer to correctly convey his feelings.
"Your pretty face, of course. And the intense look in your eyes, captivating I must say," the smug man said with a wide grin on his face, even winking at the oiran, sure that his words were going to reach her heart, "Refi-chan promised me a mistress worthy of me and oh, I am not disappointed. Your looks perfectly compliment mine, enough to be considered a striking couple."
Puffing his chest in pride at the compliments he was directing to himself, Satanick then raised an eyebrow at the oiran, as if he had just stated the most obvious thing.
"But now let me ask you, are you perhaps asking because it's unbelievable someone like me could pick you?"
With quite the dramatic sigh, the prideful Lord shook his head and continued, "you are prettier than you think, do not worry. You fit perfectly in the role of companion for some nocturnal fun."
Even if his words had the intent to reassure the oiran, it was quite obvious how Satanick was simply complimenting himself, always bringing his qualities into the discourse, sure that it was going to lift the woman's apparent low self-esteem, -truly a delicate flower masked as a strong firey creature-.
"I was not asking because of that reason young master, do not worry about me."
Yet, the oiran didn't waste any second to deny the words of the man, her gaze for some reason appearing even harsher to the latter, leaving him with an handful of doubts: what did she mean?
On the other hand, Ivlis didn't mind the frown that appeared on the client's face, indulging for a few seconds into the thrilling pride arousing inside of himself by pulling a little smoke into his mouth, careful to not inhale it but to just give off a more confident vibe.
"On the contrary it is unbelievable to think how could I pick you as my client," the oiran then stated with a calm tone once he was sure that the eyes of the man were focused on his lips, refraining himself from grinning as he widened his eyes; however, it wasn't for the reason Ivlis was assuming.
What was that?
Satanick blinked in confusion a few times, unsure of what the oiran meant with her words, taking a few moments to let them sink in; being raised to entertain and win over every client, she must know how to hide concealed meanings behind her actions and words, secretly taking the lead in the couple.
"Oh I know," suddenly the client exclaimed as his face lit up, "it must be a surprise to have me in your same room. Do not fear! You are capable of handling me! So no need to think at all...just melt in my arms."
Winking at the end of his discourse, Satanick used one hand to push his unruly black locks out of his face, showing off his vibrant purple eyes, which seemed to shine at the flickering light of the candles lighting up the room.
Slowly, in an almost seducing way, Satanick pushed his hand forward in a clear invitation for the oiran to take it and come over by his side.
"Come here, I can read in your eyes the desire to be touched by me. How can I blame you? Tonight you can be as greedy as you want, I am no one to judge...on the contrary, I accept everything."
There was no need for chopsticks when it was obvious that he was going to be accepted; after all, he was way too irresistible, even without his great wealth.
"I am sure that I can handle you, you are not much of a big deal," however, the oiran coldly replied to the man's suggestions while darting his eyes down to stare with a stern face at the offered hand, clearly refusing to take it through his unchanging expression, without voicing his refusal. On the contrary, he rised once again his eyes to lock gaze with the client, his red tinted lips moving to snarkily say: "then again, I do not read eyes but chopsticks. If you show me a pair that has your name incarved in them then I'll be glad to handle you for tonight."
A sinister light sparkled behind Satanick amethyst-like orbs, his arrogant smile soon turning into a scowl: was the oiran seriously trying to test his patience? Did she think it was going to be fun?
Usually he would have laughed at such bold act, even find it entertaining, but the woman's aloofness and teasing were getting on his nerves; was it all a plot of some sort?
Taking in his hand an empty cup placed on the table, Satanick poured some sake in it and began swirling the liquid around, observing the small waves he had created before deciding to rest his face against his other hand, once again locking gaze with the woman before stating with an icy tone that hid a threat: "The game you are playing right now is not a very smart one, dear Buriran. You sure are a courageous one for testing me like this...but if you tell me where my chopsticks are now, then I may decide to not be too rough on you."
Probably she was feeling the one in power at the moment since tea houses were considered an oiran's realm, so it was no wonder how arrogance was eating the attractive woman from the inside. Yet, she forgot how Satanick was still the most powerful between the two, the one with a dominant authority, affluent enough to buy Buriran's entire existence with a snap of his fingers.
So it wasn't a stretch saying how no one could easily order him around, only a fool would try...and the oiran sure sounded like one. Satanick really couldn't help but feel like that whole situation was beyond belief, his gaze almost icey as he coldly affirmed: "Even if someone like me should be accepted in any case, without the need of some chopsticks...don't you think so too?"
"I am not playing any games young master, these are merely the rules..."
Yet, no matter how much harsh the man's tone was, the oiran didn't even bat his eyes, the only change in his tone that had become weary, almost bothered by their interection, his shoulders tense as he stared with resolution straight into the client's eyes.
"...not that you seem to know them considering how you've been breaking them without regard in front of me, a true sign of disrespect and insolence that is not what I search for in a trusted client."
From his burning gaze alone, it wasn't unexpected how such bold words would have come out of his mouth; however, never in his entire life Satanick would have expected to be so much disrespected from an oiran, his expression immediately changing to one of pure outrage.
Who in their right mind would insult him out of all people? That han'yō...no, that oiran, she wasn't anything else than a foolish idiot, enough to make his blood boil and act impulsively as he stretched his arm out towards the woman sitting in front of him, grabbing one of her shoulders in sheer ire.
"Are you looking forward to get killed?" he warned with an authoritative tone as stared at the oiran's eyes, "did you forget who you are talking to?"
Never in years as a Lord Satanick had he been disrespected this much by someone of an inferior rank, not only with daring words but even with a mocking gaze. He didn't like being harsh on women, always preferring to deal with them with courtesy, but at the moment his anger had rised so much that he couldn't help but be quite rougher than the usual.
"Killed?! What's the meaning of this?!" just like the other man, Ivlis spoke with anger filling his tone, although one that hid fear, in an attempt to show himself neither intimidated or affected by the man's piercing gaze; however it was the complete opposite: during his experience as an oiran, Ivlis had met various types of clients, even quick to anger ones like the one in front of him, but never had a man dared to lay his hands on him like that.
Once again...this egocentric pig proved himself to be the most disrespectful prude he had the misfortune to meet.
"You seem to be the one who forgot who you are talking to...! You'll be in immense trouble for this, are you aware?"
A sigh left Satanick's lips at such rebellion, one that held much more meanings than any word could express, at which the oiran gritted his teeth and tried yanking his body away, in an attempt to escape the way too firm grasp of the man; however, as even his struggling appeared ineffective, Ivlis couldn't do anything else other than shout with quite the fuss: "Help!"
Yet, no matter how much he shouted, no reply arrived...if not from Satanick, who suddenly chuckled in an almost sinister way. Many were the emotions going through the daimyo's mind, all of them strong enough to make him shiver, adrenaline rushing through his veins as he stared with malice at the oiran, his eyes sparkling with hostility. Even if, admist the spite, Satanick had to admit how he was indeed feeling entertained at idea of putting a misbehaving slut in her place.
"Calling for help? Who do you think will come, one of the patrolling soldiers of the daimyo? You are so unbelievably funny," Satanick sarcastically asked while smirking widely, almost dangerously, not thinking twice before wrapping his fingers around the oiran's chin to pull her closer to himself, "why would they obey you when their superior is right here with you? Do you really think they will prefer helping a worthless whore than me, the man they worship?"
His words were as cold as ice, crude in a way, too annoyed to care enough to watch his form, letting his thoughts run free from his mouth; after all, he was dealing with the personification of idioticy itself so how could he stop himself?
"Go on, call for them and you will see who they will pick between me and you. You really must have forgotten your place...oh but I will soon remind you of it."
"...what...?" the oiran murmured with a tremble, her eyes widening as her pupils shrunk, a sight that had Satanick chuckling, proud of how he managed to impose himself, asserting dominance over someone as stubborn as this «Buriran», who on the other hand spouted out more questions;
"Just...who the hell are you?"
It was clear to Satanick how fear was overtaking the woman's anger, all of the emotions clearly showcasing on her face, quite the contrast when confronted to the previous days, when a certain aloofness close to almightiness ruled over her expression. Still, no matter how much fulfilling that reaction was, Satanick couldn't help but feel bothered by a detail, a frown taking over his smirk;
What was the meaning of all that? Was the oiran faking ignorance or was she really genuinely unaware of his identity? But at the revelation of his name she did look taken aback, showing an immediate realization at the shocking news she had received...did he perhaps misunderstand the signals? No, that was impossible: he was amazing at reading people, enough to be considered an understanding man and companion.
He couldn't be wrong!
"Playing dumb won't get you out of this situation," so he growled and finally jumped on his feet, taking advantage of the moment of confusion from the oiran to grab her from the shoulders and push her down, uncaring of the crying yelp that left the latter's lips, too focused on pinning her body down with his own, just to prevent any possibility of escape. Surely that was quite the uncomfortable position for the other han'yō, especially for all the pins adorning her once perfectly styled hair, but at the moment Satanick didn't care, fully absorbed by his own rage.
"You will have to face the consequences of angering the one you should worship the most...the one that works hard everyday of his life to make sure worthless roaches like you live a safe life...the one whomst feet you should kiss," he declared, his purple eyes as dark as a violet, and yet devoid of any sort of vitality, if not for a single gleam of a flaming emotion, one that recalled both anger and pride. It surely could be considered a dramatic discourse, maybe even over the top, but Satanick's displeasure was too great, enough for him to not even notice how his hands were gripping hard on the oiran's shoulders...awfully hard.
"Your daimyo."
A gasp slipped through Ivlis' dry lips, dread taking over him as a sense of coldness made him shiver. That man...was the daimyo? His pushy personality, his pompousness...it all made sense now. Did Reficul arrange all of that on purpose? She knew he was going to turn down the client, so the withholding of information must have been intentional from her part.
Ignoring the oiran's reaction, Satanick grabbed with one hand both of the her wrists to push them over the latter's head, as a way to keep them still and unable to struggle. He had to have some fun, not to fight or rise his voice; that's why he was going to take exactly what he deserved.
Not even the sudden streak of blood that dripped down on the side of the oiran's face -probably caused by one of the pins scratching her scalp- managed to stop him, too annoyed to care.
"...gh...no..."
And not even the sounds of pain that left the woman's lips managed to persuade him to rethink his decision over.
"Where did all your arrogance go?" Satanick snickered under his breath before as he admired the fear reflecting on the woman's eyes, way preferable when in comparison to the smugness of before.
Even if he had to admit that it was a pity that such rare beauty was bleeding, ruining her pretty face.
Oh but being an han'yō she will heal fast, so there was no need to fret over it. Plus, it had been her fault in the first place for acting like a misbehaving whore.
"Do not worry, since I am the nicest man you will ever have the pleasure to lay your eyes on, I will simply have some fun with your body, without hurting you further...how does it sound? I will make sure it feels good for you too."
With quite the fake friendly tone, Satanick reassured the oiran on his intentions, smirking for how much her body was trembling, so slim when compared to the more built one of the daimyo.
How could he resist when he was getting tempted like that?
So, with a wide and menacing smirk glued on his face, Satanick finally moved his other hand down, first pressing his digits against the woman's chest, noticing how much flat it was, quite different from how he had imagined an oiran to be. Yet, at the moment Satanick didn't mind too much, open to all types of bodies and curves.
Anyhow, the daimyo let his hand travel further around, licking his lips as his libido rose at every slid of his fingers, which were indulging against the pristine and exposed neck of the oiran, caressing the skin as he pictured in his mind all the bruises he could leave there, marking the woman as his own.
The simple thought was enough to fire him up again.
That's why, after yanking the collar of the kimono open, enough to fully show the spotless shoulder blades, Satanick pressed his lips against her neck, right under her chin, sucking and nibbling with a certain frenzy until a red dot formed...but that wasn't enough...
Without much control left for the way his mind was too fogged by desire, the daimyo travelled his lips further down, stopping only to bite hard on a still untouched spot on her neck, almost breaking the skin, earning back a loud and crying yelp from the oiran, followed by an attempt to struggle away, finally snapping out of the shocked trance he had fallen in.
"...stop...get off of me!" Ivlis attempted to kick Satanick's body away in a burst of energies, a strong nausea hitting him as soon as the moist lips of the man began dirtying his neck, a strong pain stabbing his stomach at the disgustingly wet sensation, "...how do I know you are not going to kill me after? You psycho! Someone help me! Help!"
However, no matter how much the oiran tried struggling away, Satanick only grunted under his breath and pressed their hips together, forcing himself between the other han'yō's legs to let their intimate parts brush, a sort of foreshadowing of what was going to come next if she kept on struggling like that.
"You sure aren't bright. Did hitting your head make you more stupid?" the daimyo interrupted the cries for help with a low and menacing tone, asking a question that sounded more like an affirmation, only to once again bite the woman's uncovered neck with his teeth. He disliked mistreating women, especially when they were as much pretty as Buriran, but Reficul did promise him a «beautiful oiran ready to give him some entertainment», responding to his exigency of «something new to do to take his mind away from certain problems of his daily life».
So who could fault him for the reaction he had? He would have never imagined that his dear friend would set him up in a scam like that. But then again, no one could resist his charm so surely, after some more warming up, the oiran was going to melt under his fingers.
But that's when Satanick noticed something out of the ordinary; because of all that struggling, the kimono of the flame han'yō had parted, leaving enough space for the daimyo's hand to move around, expecting already to feel round and plumpy softness typical of a woman, only to find something closer to a toned chest, still soft enough to squeeze but with a different shape than he had expected.
'What is this chest?' Satanick pulled away from her neck in slight confusion, which at the moment was mixed with also some curiosity, a sharp breath getting drawn as his purple eyes met the oiran's exposed breasts;
"What is this."
There was no denying it: it clearly was the chest of a male. No curves, no roundness; nothing... absolutely nothing. Once again meeting «Buriran's» eyes, Satanick sharpened his gaze, which was colder that it had been before, his flaming excitement soon again burning down as a chilly thought went through his mind;
"Were you trying something funny?!" the daimyo pondered with a threatening tone as he stared straight into the golden orbs of the oiran, only to shift his gaze back in the latter's body, using his hand to press around on the kimono, uncaring if he was hurting the other for he was too busy searching for any type of blade, starting from inspecting the chest and arriving to the hips, careful to not leave even one spot uncontrolled.
'Nothing here,' the daimyo thought with a stern look as he tried to appease the beating of his heart as much as possible, before deciding to rise the kimono further up, revealing the man's legs until his thighs, scrutinizing every part in search of any hidden cloth.
'Where...'
From the point of view of an outsider, Satanick surely sounded weirdly paranoid, but who could fault him when it was widely known how often spies disguised themselves as pretty ladies to murder important political figures, such as himself? He lived in an unstable period so betrayals were as common as insects. Hence, nothing was going to stop him from his inspection, not even the strong whimper that left the newfound man's lips as Satanick pushed his hand inside of his kimono, letting his fingertips trail every part, every curve, in search of that one detail that was going to incriminate the «oiran».
That's when his hand brushed against the man's crotch, which Satanick didn't spare from the close examination, further confirming his guess: Buriran was definitely a man.
"Mn!" Ivlis yelped at the sudden touches, trembling at the uneasiness of being unsafe under the daimyo's hands, a sensation that only worsened as he suddenly heard the latter grunt and curse under his breath, in a mumble so imperceptible that the poor oiran could only nervously stare at him, waiting for any words that were going to leave the taller man's lips for it felt as his life depended on them, only to blink in confusion at the object the daimyo had pulled out from inside his kimono;
"You won't fool me," Satanick growled as he sized up the tsuge he had in his hands, the only possibly suspicious object the oiran was carrying. Sure, it was true that the latter was smoking it before, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. Therefore, he didn't let the simple appearance deceived him, taking advantage of the momentarily confusion of the «oiran» to pull his own hand away from his wrists and tug all over around the tsuge, trying to find a way to open it and reveal a possible weapon. Yet, no matter what he did, nothing changed, the pipe looking as identical as before.
Even more annoyed, all that was left to do for Satanick was to throw the object as far away from them as possible, another curse leaving his lips as he returned to stare at the oiran.
"You were trying to steal informations from me, weren't you?"
If the man wasn't attempting to kill him, then that was the only option left, equally annoying and infuriating as his first intuition. To make sure to strengthen his presence inside of that room, Satanick immediately jumped back on his feet to press a single foot against the chest of the man now that he was sure he was unarmed, immediately wrapping his hands around the saya of his katana, ready to draw it out if needed.
Luckily he didn't leave it with Envi, preferring to bring it inside of the tea house to show off his role as great general; who would have ever guessed he was going to use it.
"A male oiran...what a joke. You are a spy, aren't you? Who are you working for? Who is the despicable man that tried to milk me off of my knowledge?"
"What..."
With his breath caught in his throat, Ivlis voiced his confusion with another trembling murmur, his whole body paralyzed at the sight of the daimyo gripping on the katana. Was he dealing with some sort of lunatic? Did he seriously think he was a spy? He had to be kidding...
"Not replying won't save you. I will have you arrested, right now," but Satanick didn't fall for the apparent confusion of the spy, deciding to take immediately some actions, at which the flame han'yō argued with a stunned statement;
"If I were a spy, why would i reject you?! Your logic is flawed!"
Mentally panicking for the overwhelming things that have happened all at once, Ivlis pushed forward against the foot that was holding him down to call the attention of the man, managing to at least steady himself on his own elbows, immediately shivering under the cold gaze of the taller man. That whole situation was unbelievable, so much that the flame han'yō was having an hard time fully realizing it all.
"...I...I did not even know you were the daimyo until now!" he added with quite the desperation, "if you don't believe me then Reficul-sama can testify that I am not in any way a spy!"
As much as Ivlis despised the idea of bearing with the humiliation caused by the actions of the crazy daimyo, he had to admit how he still hoped to get out of that whole mess alive, enough for him to still try and explain himself for what should have been obvious.
However, with the same attitude of an hunter waiting for the right moment to strike onto his prey, Satanick listened in silence to the words of the «spy», simply raising an eyebrow at a particular phrase that fully caught his attention, an almost outraged look appearing on his face because of it;
"How did you not know? I told you my name and that should have been enough for you to understand. Now, this is even more insulting than before," Satanick scoffed in annoyance, both incredulous for how his scrapped theory of before got confirmed and bothered by how a simple man like the one he was stepping on had dared saying such thing, "this only rises more my suspicions. It's impossible for someone to not know me, the most important man of the entire city...no, of the entire Country!"
That sure was an annoying situation, Satanick's emotions all wobbling together for the confusion and the rage he was feeling, unsure anymore of what to believe in; if nothing weird was going on, then why didn't Reficul inform him? He didn't want to completely doubt his friend so, before taking any action, he sure needed to talk with her.
As another scoff left his lips, Satanick stepped away from the «oiran», still gripping hard on his katana just in case.
That whole night had been a big, noisy mess, his excitement long lost as he gazed over the possible spy; being an han'yō, Satanick never cared much about gender, simply following his heart whenever he wanted to sleep with someone. Yet, at the moment he couldn't feel any sparks of arousal, his irritation taking over all of his thoughts.
But oh, he now was even more intentioned on humiliating that flame han'yō, forcing him to make up for all the disrespect the poor almighty daimyo had received, starting with the rejection.
"Envi."
However, at the moment he had to deal with something first; after all, his suspicions haven't been cleared and he would have liked to know if he needed to put in their places one man or two. So he didn't hesitate on calling with a loud tone his subordinate, demanding for his presence while still keeping an hold on the katana, ready to strike whenever the «oiran» decided to pull something on him when he seemed distracted.
"What can I do for you, Satanick-sama?"
Luckily, it didn't take much for the goat-looking man to open the sliding door, underlining how there wasn't indeed anyone else ready to lend an helping hand to Buriran. Not even the two shinzo were anywhere to be seen, indicating how after the usual parade they were forced to leave; Satanick was the one truly in power there.
"We are going to bring him back to the Yuukaku. He could be a spy and I need an explanation from Reficul."
"Yes, my Lord."
That was exactly what Satanick liked: receiving only affirmative replies to his requests and orders. Turning his attention back on the man that was still laying down, the daimyo eyed him to make sure nothing was out of place before coldly stating with a not so friendly attitude: "Get up. I will be benevolent enough to talk with the head of the brothel first, instead of slicing you on the spot. I am merciful, aren't I?"
He wasn't going to bother and help Buriran get up, deciding to simply stand there as he watched the latter slowly pull the kimono over his chest, covering it in shame for how he had been touched... dirtied with the filthy hands of a maniac.
"...people like you...make me wish hell was a real thing," with a quiet and dreadful murmur leaving his lips, Ivlis slowly got up, feeling his own legs almost give up, barely supporting his weight for the energies he lacked, caused by all the adrenaline that had rushed throught his whole body that left him drained. It was no wonder how his steps were wobbly, unsure, fully showing his own feelings of uncertainty, of disorientation.
"I can make you experience something worst than hell."
Yet, Satanick felt no empathy at the sight of the dejected man in front of him, feeling only irritation for the snarky comment received, which he managed to catch right when he had turned his attention back on Envi, his eyes immediately meeting back the now opaque orbs of the «oiran» to threaten him into obedience.
His marvelous night had been ruined by the possibility of a scum that either wanted his head or steal his money so his annoyance wasn't going to easily disappear; after all, at first believing the lie of having found a jewel of woman, Satanick was now stuck with something worthy less of a cockroach.
"I will talk with Reficul right now, so at least I can kill you at sunrise if needed," in any case, everything was going to get settled soon...very soon. Pushing the door of the tea house open, Satanick walked towards his own horse with swift steps, not wanting to lose even one second, turning his head around only to nod at Envi, a clear indication to bring the «oiran» over, orders that once again were immediately executed by his loyal subordinate, who pushed the other man towards his Lord without any hesitation, not stopping even when Ivlis risked to trip; if Satanick had little patience and respect of the latter, Envi surely wasn't going to reserve him a warm treatment.
"Come here," he demanded while taking a rope out of the saddle, "I want to keep you in check myself. You are lucky that at night only drunkards are out in the street, so at least you will save some face."
It went without saying how the daimyo wasn't going to let the man enjoy a simple ride home, not after all the disrespect received, which had pushed him to lose his cool and elegance, an absolutely unforgivable act.
That's why he decided to at least entertain himself during that horse ride, putting the flame han'yō at good use for all the way back to the Yuukaku.
It surely was going to be fun to watch.