wan wan oh

[shiseido]

[Isuke wasn't entirely lying when she said she was lonely without her roommate around. lonely? hardly. bored? definitely. aren't the two close enough to be somewhat synonymous? whatever.

she's not too worried about the mission at hand. what's the point of being here if she can't relax a little? blow off steam. mess with the other assassins. things like that. her opportunity to declare her intent to assassinate will come later, eventually, someday, yadda yadda. until then she'll stand back and let the other girls fail one by one until no one except Azuma is left to stand in her way.

she's already in the bath before Nio gets there, hair loosely floating around her in the water. Isuke leans back against the edge of the shallow pool with a relaxed sigh. having someone call her Mistress again is nice. too bad Haruki Sagae got expelled before she got to do anything really fun with the girl.]

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[hashiri]

[ Having her awesome and stylish swimsuit let go is a relief, and the lessened humiliation makes this even easier to go along with, but really how much better is it to have her hair yanked and tugged until she comes along like a good little (insert degrading term here).

Aside from splashing and coughing and general noises of either real or posed panic, she doesn't speak or protest. Not even when her butt hits the floor on the way out of the bath. All that gets is a quiet 'ow' out of reflex. Ow. ]

Uh... Mistress? This swimsuit cost a lot, you know? I didn't even bring a towel with me either.

no that's you????

[shiseido]

You're so dumb. Nobody in their right mind would exchange money for a tacky swimsuit like that.

[ohhhh yes it's gonna be so. goddamn. satisfying to cut it off. she lightly kicks Nio before going over to where the showers are to grab a knife conveniently lying by a shampoo bottle.

because. it's Black Class I guess. don't question it.

and here comes Isuke again, looming over. don't look up because she's planting a foot on Nio's cheek to pin her head against the wet floor. it's nothing really, Isuke's just savoring the satisfaction of stepping on her.]

No flinching~!

[whoosh. she throws the knife down and it lodges itself between two tiles, barely a hair's width away from Nio's ear.]

well yeah but way to spring your wedgie fetish on me??? lmfao?? also long tag

[hashiri]

[ To put it simply, and blunty, in order to convey how little resistance she gives to the act itself? The events that happened first will be explained as quickly and in the most emphatic way available to modern day literature.

/is kicked.

There isn't even anything close to an attempt at escape or sitting up before Isuke's foot smooshes down on her face. Damn, Isuke, you've got soft but wet feet. And a painful step. From all the mocking, then the hair yanking, now this? Nio's head is really starting to hurt. How did Isuke's last slave even do it...? ]

Flinching from whooaaah, man, be careful!

[ She's got a stupid smile on her face - when doesn't she - but there's a more frantic look in her eyes than before. She defender herself against Genocider Jill that one time, and has probably done the same to many people by now, but there's one difference here. She's (basically/about to be) butt naked, pinned to the floor by a much taller girl's foot, and she's got a knife sticking into the ground besides her.

Hmm... maybe she could grab the knife and slice Isuke's leg to ribbons in a heartbeat. That's always an option. Or she could use her teeth to fight back. Or she could relax and enjoy it until she has to take more serious measures. Yeah. That's a better plan. Yeah.

Okay so we'll now resume our faux/vrai wriggling in resistance, with ample booty shaking to be ~enticing~ and stuff. Hopefully that knife won't find it's way to her cheeks - she really would not put it past Isuke by now - because that'd suck. A lot. ]

Mistress... my swimsuit really was expensive, and it's so tight and huggable that I really think I might be best taking it off myself...? Mistress?

[ Actual. Nervous. Laughter. The unexpected nature of it - since it wasn't planned in the slightest - catches her off guard in a big (ish) way. Eyes widen, her throat tightens, she winds up swallowing loudly. Three signs that she's sure Isuke picked up on. She's starting to get genuinely concerned here. ]

YOU DID THAT TO ME ONCE BEFORE

[shiseido]

[even someone without overestimated assassin instincts slash reflexes like Isuke's could've picked up on those signals. is there a such thing as an audible smirk? ah, wait, that'd probably just be a chuckle.

she crouches to pluck the knife out of the floor, foot still firmly pressed against Nio's face.]

I give you permission to beg. ♥

[yes that was a verbal heart deal with it. except no it wasn't a verbal heart. that was an audible smirk... or something.

enjoy the brief view as Isuke not-so-gently nudges Nio onto her back and steps directly over her, playfully dangling the knife at her face before straddling her stomach. well. at least Nio doesn't have a foot squishing her face anymore. just little things to be grateful for, and a testament to how generous and kind Isuke can be.

truth be told, Isuke had been getting a little impatient with how things were proceeding. how many students had failed in their assassinations attempts so far? not nearly enough. and why hadn't anyone taken care of Ichinose's stupid guard dog yet? questions, questions, so many questions, so little time and so much steam to blow off.

and Nio's just one of many annoyances. why does she seem to know so much more than anyone else in the class? huh? huh? it makes Isuke wanna hurl.

but there will be no hurling because this isn't a vomit thread oh my god don't be gross.]

I just love that exciting feeling of unwrapping presents. Don't you? [she leans over, hair dripping water; one hand clamps down on Nio's neck to pin her against the floor, while the other hand (the one wielding the knife) gently traces the blade along her cheek.] It's just so much fun to find out what's hidden underneath all that wrapping.

[a small headtilt. she smiles down at Nio, pressing the flat edge of the knife against the corner of her mouth.] Oh... do you have scars you don't want me to see? That's cute. Maybe I can give you some new ones— a signature from your Mistress. ♥

[there it is again. that verbal heart.]