La♥Petite♥Mort

Initial Concept: HappyDia01
Writing: HappyDia01 (Kimora Death) & Artcellrox (Kiiro Otonashii); side characters are manhandled as needed
Touch-up Editing: HappyDia01
Story Tags: femdom, slave, forced, yandere/tsundere, anal (pegging), humiliation, megane, oral, pettanko, schoolgirl, monster girl, stockings, toys, mizugi, cosplay, vanilla


CHAPTER ONE, part one:
Tags for this chapter: femdom, forced, yandere, humiliation, pettanko, schoolgirl, monster girl


After his parents had already long gone to bed, Kiiro Otonashii was still awake. The glow of the television was the only thing that lit the room, showcasing his excited face as the late night interview with his favorite pop idol finally came on.

"Miss Death! We heard you have amazing news. Not only are you returning to Japan after your global tour, and planning for a new album... but you're also planning to attend a regular high school?" The girl that was sitting across from the reporter was none other then the marvelous Kimora Death - a mysterious girl who'd hit up the Japanese music charts by storm. Just a few years ago, nobody so much as knew of her, but now every Japanese resident and many overseas worshiped her.

"Yes!" She chirped happily in reply. "It has just been confirmed that I'll be attending as a first year at Horikoshi High!" Those cute, thin lips pursed provocatively in an innocent smile... had just spoken the most amazing words. From all around Kiiro, it was as though every poster had suddenly come to life. The thousand faces of his beloved idol looked at him, and cheerfully repeated into eternity: "Horikoshi High!" There was no way... the exact same school! In the middle of the night, he released a scream that easily could've woken the entire neighborhood.

The next morning, Kiiro was looking over himself in his closet mirror. He took specific care to brush himself off more than he normally would. Of course he was taking his precious time now! Just last night, it was announced that his idol and object of affection, the fresh new face of Japan's pop industry, Kimora Death was going to begin attending Horikoshi High. His own high school! The odds were completely astronomical, and yet here the young man was more ready and eager than he'd ever been for school in his entire life. He combed his normally unkempt, bleached hair only to suddenly slow down for a second...

"Hmm... This does make me look like a maniac. I wonder if I should dye it back? No, no! I don't have time. I wanna get there as early as possible to greet Kimora! Knowing my school, I'm sure everyone's going to try to get an autograph or picture first, so I need to be the first in line to make sure I don't miss my chance." He then walked over to his largest wall scroll of the idol, admiring its entirety - HER entirety - with an expression of utmost joy. He quickly steeled up and prepared himself, despite being unable to keep himself from blushing profusely.

"Okay, time to practice what I'm going to say to her when I see her. Can't take too much time..." He stiffened up straight and snapped down into an immediate, yet just as stiff bow, reaching way past the wall scroll's midpoint. Just as quickly, he heard a terrible sound... It couldn't be! His eyes widened, and he stood up straight again. He didn't want to believe what he just heard. However, none of his begging or praying would change the harsh truth. There was no denying it. He looked behind himself and to the rear of his pants only to see a horrific rip in the material.

It was an unsightly, elongated rip which ran down the back of his pants and right above his posterior. Left as it was, it showed off the polka dotted boxers he was wearing underneath. His clothes were already a tight fit for someone as tall as him, but that sudden movement was the last straw. Tears swelled up in his eyes, and he was suddenly no more composed then a child who had just dropped his first ice cream cone in the sand. "...Eeehhhhhhhh!? MOOOOMMMMM!"

He swiftly ran out of his room and downstairs, desperately pleading for his mother to help him out of this dilemma before it was too late to meet his idol! However, the woman only frowned at him as soon as he came into view. "You wake me up in the middle of the night, and then continue your screaming in the morning! I swear, what am I going to do with you?" Her harsh expression lessened however when she saw the state he was in. "Oh dear..." And then the laughter started. "Honestly! You have the worst luck!"

"Eeeehhhh, this isn't funny, Mom! I need this fixed as soon as possible, please! Kimora is gonna start attending my school from today, and I want to look my best!" The poor lad was still crying and failing miserably at trying to cover up the tear with his hands. He was now starting to act jumpy and jittery as well, as though he in desperate need of a restroom. "Pleeeeaaaaase!!!"

She began to fumble around in an extra kitchen droor, looking through the spare threads that had been collected there. "Okay, okay. Calm down! It's not like a girl like Kimora is going to notice you anyway." Honestly, she wasn't a very feminine woman, and had usually left most of the sewing to his Dad, so the only real thread available was... "White's all we got." On black pants, it would definitely stand out.

"WHAT?! You can't sow that onto these pants! I already attract enough unnecessary attention!"

"Then what do you want me to do!?" She yelled back at him. "You'll have to borrow one of your Dad's slacks then, but don't blame me if they write you up on your first day for being out of dress code!" His Dad was even taller then he was, so the problem was that his ankles might show. It would look really goofy either way.

"Eeeeehhhhh..." He didn't have time for this. If his mother could just stitch up the mess of pants back together quickly enough, he wouldn't have to risk violating the dress code along with looking like a complete slob. Plus, he needed to depart for school pretty much... right now. So, he quickly took off his pants and handed them roughly in the direction of his mother. "Fine, take it! Just make it quick!... Looks like I just need to be more discreet than normal."

He walked to the nearest window and looked at himself again through the reflection. His hair was a mess from all that panicking, and the tears had left some redness on his eyes. He dejectedly slumped his shoulders after looking at himself so messy again. If only there were a way to make him look cleaner in an instant... more... sophisticated... He brightened up immediately. "That's it!" Without uttering another word, he dashed back to his room.

"Hurry up, you're gonna be late!" His Mom shouted. "I'm leaving for work now." In all the fuss, she hadn't even bothered to make him a boxed lunch or anything for his first day of school...

He hurried back down, this time sporting a thin, silver pair of spectacles. He looked at his reflection in the mirror again, and smiled. Even after looking so frazzled, the glasses didn't make it look too bad. In fact, there was a certain charm to his face now! He looked like he even might have been an honor student... maybe, but not a completely anti-social nerd or otaku. If only his personality had matched the mature and confident looking air his appearance now gave off.

His Mom had already left, but the pants were on the kitchen counter with a messy, hurried white stitch up the bum. If only his school jacket was a little longer... He'd have to walk around looking silly all day now. By the time he finally made it to school, he didn't even get to see Kimora, and since he was a grade higher the only chance he could pray for was that they had some extracurricular together.

Kiiro slumped down to his desk and tried to ignore the world around him. He was late for school, all he had keeping his pants together was some poor, last minute stitch, and he missed the chance to even see his idol in person... let alone meet! Of course, his best friend didn't care at all about any of that.

"You missed it, dude!" Kenji said to him the moment he plopped down for homeroom. "She was so radiant. I never thought a girl in a school uniform could look so hot, but... THOSE LEGS!" The other boy grinned to himself, his cheeks turning hot at the mere thought of it.

"Eeehhh... I don't wanna hear it, Kenji. This day couldn't possibly get any worse..."

"Seriously, I think she wears garter belts! What kind of girl wears that kind of thing to school! So kinky, right? All she needs now to suit me are those glasses she wore in that one music video. Speaking of which, what's with that?" He pointed at Kiiro's face. "You look like a dork. Didn't I tell you to dye your mess back to normal over break?"

Kenji Koto was a closet otaku, and pretty much the only guy who wanted to be associated with Kiiro. He made up for it by being an outspoken member of the student council, but that connection didn't exactly do much to help the reputation of his friend. Even so, he was a genuine sort of fellow who - if it weren't for his loud mouth - would easily melt into the background. He was physically average in pretty much every way that one could be average right down to his short-cut black hair and muddy brown eyes. However, when he got to talking his mouth seemed to grow five sizes too big.

"Shut up, will ya!? And I like my hair the way it is!" He angrily glared at Kenji. "Besides, don't you have work or something else to do now?" The fact that Kiiro now had to imagine the glorious Kimora Death wearing garter belts under her school uniform just made his mourning even more intense. He had to bury his face in his arms just to hide the blush that crept up on his face. Exactly how much had he missed out on this morning?

His other boy merely smirked. "Hey! Don't hate on me just 'cuz I got a glimpse." He then moving his hands upwards in the air, wiggling his fingers dramatically. "God, if only I could feel a little of those thighs."

The girl in front of Kenji turned, irritated. "Shut up, loser! Don't talk about Kim like she's some kind of slut who exists for your pleasure! She's much too regal and amazing for that!" Atsuko Yamada pursued her glossed lips, tossing back the long, thick locks of curly brown hair that she slaved over every morning. She was the kind of air-headed girl that spent half her life making herself over to look more and more western each passing year. If they had allowed it, she'd probably be proudly wearing her trademark pink cowboy boots in class right now.

"Hey, don't get me on my bad side this mornin', Yamada!" Kenji shook his fist at her, and the two started their ritualistic bickering once again. Every single year since middle school they always seemed to get stashed in the same homeroom together. It was like a horrible curse.

Kiiro groaned and buried his face back into his arms again and tried to drown out the noise by quietly humming one of Kimora's more popular, mellow songs. He figured since no one can see his face either, he can resume thinking about Kimora actually wearing garter belts under her probably regal and gothic-looking school uniform. He pleasantly sighed and drifted into his happy place. Unfortunately, letting himself fall asleep like that left him vulnerable to loud mutterings in the middle of lecture, and the new year started off with a confession of love to his idol that left him the laughing stock of that morning.

"God... what a loser." Atsuko frowned, covering her face in embarrassment. Kenji, despite being his friend, laughed along with the rest of them. Just as he thought his luck was probably depleted, the uproar at the start of gym left him with a good hint that Kim was probably there. And just like that, she was standing among the other girls in those tiny red bloomers and a baggy white gym shirt.

"Waaahhh... there she is! Now's my chance!" He started to walk over to Kimora, but trying to navigate through the massive crowd of girls around her was easier said than done. Not to mention trying just as eagerly to get a chance to converse with her! "Dammit... I'm gonna suffocate if I don't get some leeway soon..."

Once he'd gotten a good view of her, it was... breathtaking. There she stood in utter perfection - more beautiful then any photograph. She was more like a china doll then a person, so small and delicate looking all wrapped up in skin as white as untainted porcelain. Before he was truly ready for it, those soft, golden eyes glanced in his direction. It seemed like she reached right through him, drawing him into her, and suffocating him with her untouchable beauty. His reaction must've been amusing to her, because a playful smile crept up onto her cheeks as she brushed a loose strand of raven-colored hair from her face. "Everyone is so nice. I'm so lucky!" She giggled sweetly. For a foreigner, her japanese was flawless. Was she truly an angel? There was absolutely nothing amiss about her from head to toe.

With his determination reinvigorated by her response and gentle laugh, he decided to push through just one last time, hoping to break through and finally reach her in person. "Ugh... almost there... Kimora!" Unfortunately, he pushed a little too hard. He hadn't anticipated that some of the girls, creeped out by his obsessive behavior, would actually make way for him to get through. So, Kiiro ended up pushed too hard against thin air, and ended up landing face first into the ground at Kimora's feet. There he lay motionless for the longest period of time.

Everyone laughed. The crowd was suddenly in a commotion of insults and jokes while Kim herself merely keeled down. A soft hand soon graced his warm cheek, comforting him with it's cool exterior. "Are you okay?" Suddenly, it was as though the room - no, the world itself - had utterly disappeared. Her voice seemed to echo around him; her presence alone so large in importance that it might as well have become his only home in the universe. Everything was her's now.

Despite the situation he was in, Kiiro couldn't have been happier in his entire life. His beloved idol, the glamorous Kimora Death, not only spoke to him, but even reached out and expressed genuine concern. His tears of pain soon became tears of joy, and he looked up with her with an almost pitiful expression of gratitude. "K-Kimora..."

"It's okay~! We all make mistakes. Ready to get up now?" She smiled down at him before helping him to his feet. "So many people here know me. I'm so happy!" She giggled. "It's so nice being able to interact with my fans... No, no! My classmates! This is my first time being together with everyone like this, so please be nice to me too." She bowed to -him- in greeting then.

Kiiro gasped at the sight he saw before his eyes. Now, she had not only helped her up, but even bowed to him. Elated, Kiiro couldn't contain himself anymore, and let out another girlish squeal, immediately delivering the lines he had been practicing at unintended hyperspeed. "MynameisKiiroOtonashiiandIamyourbiggestfanKimorasanIloveabsolutelyeverythingyoudo-"

Kiiro's only real mistake, however, was trying to bow while yammering so much and so fast, and hence forgot to watch his head. Otherwise, he may not collided his head onto Kimora's own lowered head!

"Ow..." She rubbed her head before laughing, even as the others murmured and verbally tore him apart behind the scenes. "Gee, you're quite the earnest one, aren't you?" For a split second, it seemed like her entire aura changed into something more venomous. Surely, it was just his imagination?

Kiiro just shrugged off the feeling that just washed over him, and profusely apologized for his behavior. "Oh god, I am so sorry, Kimora. I swear, I'm not always this panicky or frantic. It's just that I really am so honored and excited to meet you. This has been one of my wildest dreams, you have no idea how big a fan I am..." He continued to ramble on, not even paying any attention to the icy glares being shot his way, or if Kimora was even paying attention to him.

That's when she placed her index finger over his lips. "Thank you." Kim smiled, tilting her head cutely as she did so. "I'm really thankful."

That did it. That was the final arrow struck through poor Kiiro's heart. He felt like he could literally melt at that moment, so he did the next best thing: he blissfully smiled, closed his eyes, and fainted from all the excitement. All the while he still kept that dazed, yet joyful expression on his face.

When Kiiro finally woke up, his friend Kenji was sitting beside his bed in the nurse's office looking through a magazine. It was as though it was all just a dream.

"Ehhh... Kenji? W-What happened?" He tried to get up, but nausea caused him to lay back down. "Ugh... man... I had the most outrageous dream."

"You're a huge idiot, you know that, right? You totally made an ass of yourself in front of Kim." Kenji said casually, sighing, as he flipped another page. "I guess that's all you can expect. She's bound to avoid you from now on."

Kiiro had the most blank expression on his face as he took in what Kenji had said. He simply lay still and stared directly at the ceiling. "... that was no dream, was it?"

"Nope. The girls think you're a total creep, the guys think you're a pathetic loser, Kim probably thinks you're both, and you've totally lost any chance of losing your virginity until you graduate and/or move out of town. Congratulations." Kenji propped his legs up on Kiiro's bed side, crossed them, and continued to peruse his magazine. "Also, I told you she was totally hot, didn't I?" He grinned.

Kiiro remained stoic. He was silently thinking the situation over. He did indeed act like a fool in front of Kimora. He did headbutt her while trying to bow down. He did faint right in front of her and the entire school. And right now, without saying a word, he opened up the infirmary window and tried to jump out. And yes, he still had the same look on his face.

"Kiiro!" Kenji rushed to him, jerking him back inside the room. "Fuck! I didn't know you were THIS obsessed with her, man! Jeez, it isn't worth dying over. At least you still get to look at her from afar - that's a step up, right!?"

Silence. Expressionless.

Kenji was starting to get pissed off now, so he slapped Kiiro hard to snap him out of it. Luckily, one hit was all it took before he shook his face and reverted back to his old self. Meaning, shocked at first, then crying up a waterfall the next second. "Eeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh... Keeeenjiiiiiii!!! I can't live with myself anymore! Not after what I've done! I'm already the outcast of the whole school, and now this happens?!"

That's when the door opened. "Excuse me~" Kim announced before walking inside. "Oh, you're awake. I'm so glad." She smiled, walking over to his bedside. Kenji just stared in utter shock as the pop idol offered Kiiro a pre-packaged meat bun from the snack counter. "You must've been pretty hungry to faint like that, huh?"

Kiiro looked surprised at the ordeal, before his jaw dropped even lower than Kenji's. Here she was again, the idol Kimora, not only coming within 20 feet of him, but even offering him food after what happened. He was so shocked, he stayed that way for a whole minute or two.

"Hehe~" Kim giggled. "Don't just stare off like that. Eat it!"

Kenji glanced over at Kiiro before grabbing his things, and doing the honorable thing by dismissing himself. "I'm way too nice..." He mumbled on the way out.

As soon as the door shut, Kim launched herself at Kiiro and wrapped a hand around his throat, clutching with a strength that didn't match her size. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want to die!?" Her eyes narrowed as she stared him down. "Nobody treats me like that and gets away with it!"

Kiiro's eyes widened, and soon his eyes were rolling towards the back of his head. His bad dream had turned out to be real, and it was seemingly getting worse now. He tried to gasp for breath, still flabbergasted at what was going on. "K-K-Kim... o-o..."

"Fucking loser! Who are you to even approach me!?" She tightened her grip, seething at this point with anger. "Disgusting humans like you shouldn't disgrace me with their presence, let alone make a mockery of me in public! For being foolish enough to cross me, you should suffer." By now, the life was quickly fading from his body, and his grip on her hands which were trying to escape from her clutches was failing. He could only now sputter and gag, barely making out anything even close to an apology.

"Speak up, ingrate!" She slammed him back against the bedframe, finally letting loose her grip on him just enough for his burning lungs to get a whisper of breath inside them.

As soon as he could, he quickly wheezed, but also complied with her request. "S-S-So-o-orry..."

She looked pleased at that, and let go her solid grip on his neck completely. Kiiro was now sitting still, the only motions being his chest heavily moving up and down, and the sounds of him gasping for air. His eyes looked in horror at the girl before him. This woman... this Kimora Death... was nothing like the figure he had come to idolize. This girl had anger and strength beyond human comparison. She wasn't human. No, a monster was more like it. Yet she still looked so... innocent... Kiiro couldn't understand what was going on, so he remained silent while still staring at her.

"What's wrong?" She asked as cutely as ever before a wicked smirk grew onto her cheeks. "Never seen a demon before?" The whites of her eyes became blackened; making the gold of her eyes seem even more pronounced and otherworldly as the edges of her lips broke apart to reveal an outstretch of fangs.

Kiiro started quivering now, as he saw what was becoming of the girl he once admired. It's like everything he knew was wrong, and his world was just turned upside-down. Instead of trying to find out more about what was going on, he simply, and meekly, answered the rhetorical question set forth by this 'demon', violently shaking his head. "N-n-no..."

"What is it? Don't like me anymore? Aren't I still your idol?" She crawled closer to him until they were directly face to face, and she was inadvertantly straddling the poor boy until he was pressed firmly between her and the back of the bed.

Stuck in between the devil and the deep blue sea - half literally no less! - Kiiro had no real answer to the questions now asked, since he no longer knew who this woman even was anymore, or whether the idol known as Kimora Death was even real at all. He could only stare in fear.

That's when the door opened. Luckily, Kiiro's bed was all the way in the back of the room, and a thin sheet covered it from direct view. The click of the nurse's heels approaching was either a blessing or a curse, depending upon the party at hand, but Kim didn't move from her position at all. It was only when the curtain was pulled back that the demoness suddenly appeared behind the nurse. She had disappeared in the blink of an eye! And there she was, grinning as a small, whip-like tail flickered back and forth behind her with excitement. In his head, the clear words of his ex-idol spoke: "I wouldn't say anything. No one will believe you."

And so as the girl gingerly walked out of the room, the nurse merely asked: "Is everything ok? You look feverish..." Kiiro's head suddenly snapped to the nurse as he sweat bullets thanks to the incident that just took place. He still couldn't believe what was going on, and just wanted to think it was all a bad dream. It all seemed to real, however. He felt his neck softly and twitched at the pain. It still hurt like hell, and it didn't even look like Kimora used all of her strength either. Either way, he slowly gulped, so as not to hurt his throat too much, and once again obliged to what the 'demon' had said to him.

"Y-Yes... I'm fine... just a little hot..."

"Here, I'll take your temperature. You should probably go home early at this rate. Should I call your friend back here to escort you, or will you be alright returning on your own?" The nurse said, all business. If he took this route, he could at least avoid Kim for the rest of the day, but what about the rest of the year?

"I-It's fine... I can manage on my own..." He slowly complied and let the nurse take his temperature. The thoughts about what Kimora did and said still lingered in my mind. He knew he goofed in front of her big time, but enough to make her almost kill him? And then he finds out she may not be - scratch that, IS NOT - human. The woman that Kiiro loved with all his heart had, in an instant, turned into a monster he'd have to stay away from for an indefinite period of time now. What killed him the most was that she was probably always like this as well, fooling not just him, but everyone who ever knew of her. But what could he do? He was frail, insecure and a coward. He couldn't do anything about it...

On the way home, there were billboards of her, passing TVs in shop windows showed her face, music drifting on the breeze of the city carried her voice to him, and once he was back in his 'sanctuary' there were nothing but posters of her to look at. Needless to say, now the mere sight of Kimora made his stomach turn in fear, so he tried to go to sleep so as to not have to see or hear her. However, even his thoughts were plagued by her - both good and bad. One second, her beauty was all consuming, and with another a horrific sight to behold.

"Kiiro~ I'm home! How did your first day go?" His Mom's voice called down the hall later that evening. His light flickered on, and she sighed in the doorway. "Sleeping already? Was it that bad? Did you at least get to see Kim?"

He tightened up the blankets around him and just curled up defensively. "Just... leave me alone, please."

"What? What happened?" She walked in, sitting down on his bed. "Was she mean to you? You gotta realize that these celebrity types aren't all what they appear to be. You have such a pure heart to think she'd be just like she is on TV."

"Just go away, I don't wanna talk about it!" He then proceeded to move further under his blanket to escape his mother's gaze. He didn't want her to see him crying so much. Even though it was a common sight, the circumstances this time were... not up for discussion, that's for sure.

His mother sighed. "Fine, fine! Just compose yourself before dinner. You know your father doesn't like it when you're all sappy like this." She walked away, mumbling to herself about needing a drink as she turned off the light and closed his bedroom door behind her.

"What's wrong?" A voice asked in the darkness. Kim smiled in the gleam of moonlight that floated in from the windowpane as she sat propped up, legs crossed, on his dresser. "You met your idol." His eyes widened at the voice, yet he remained absolutely still. He didn't have the heart or strength to face her again. He remained completely still under his blankets, trying to hold on to the childish belief that he'd be safe there.

"N'aww, you're avoiding me now?" She asked, putting on her cutest voice as she hopped down from the dresser. "I'm not the boogeyman, you know." Kim walked over beside his bed, hovering down over him. "You're gonna make me mad. You were so excited to see me earlier, and now you get this sort of attitude?"

He peeked up slowly to see her innocent expression, but knew what it was hiding. His voice reached a high pitch, almost that of a girl's, due to his meekness overloading now. "I'm... really sorry about everything I did today, but... my world literally turned inside-out in a matter of seconds. I don't know what to feel anymore."

Kim sat down beside him, stroking his face tenderly. "Poor thing, it was a big shock to you, wasn't it? Tell Kimmy here all about your troubles."

"...How do I know you won't try to kill me again?"

"You don't." She grinned, showing off her little canine fangs that were once deemed so cute to him before he realized that they were just a disguising front a thousand other, sharper fangs.

Kiiro remained silent for a while. She was right. He didn't know. She could lash out against him at any second, and no one would even hear a thing. It'd be all over in an instant. Yet, a part of him still adored her. At least, the Kim-chan that he believed her to be. So..."The one time... I thought things could go my way... it doesn't. It gets worse, actually. It's always been like this for me."

"Poor thing. What were you hoping would happen?" Kim slid her fingers through his dyed hair, caressing his scalp with a delicate tenderness despite her strength. "Tell me all about your little daydreams."

"Just... anything but the infirmary thing... I didn't even care if I didn't get to see you at gym that time. I would have been completely happy just looking at you from afar and still believing that you were the pure and beautiful." Tears started welling from his eyes as he tried to hide the weak tone in his voice from her. "I-I mean... you're still beautiful, at least..." Why did he say that? He was risking life and limb here now!

She laughed at that. Hard. She laughed for what seemed like a long time. "So, you're the kind of guy who rests his love and adoration on such a faulty ideals like 'purity'!? Then you'll never find love in this world!" Kim looked down at him with pity then. "If I was so sweet, why did I call myself Death? If I was so pure, why did I cloak myself in darkness? Did you forget all those things the moment that I smiled?"

Kiiro stopped crying then, and remained silent for a moment. It was as if he was facing a cold hard truth with the question she asked. Yet he wasn't unfamiliar with it; in fact, that's what hurt. He knew the signs were all there, yet he chose to be delusional and ignore those. Or... perhaps he knew very well of their presence even before. Perhaps a part of him knew it all seemed too dark to fit her expression. Despite that, he still chose to answer her questions one by one, and truthfully.

"I don't know... I don't know, and... yes. Even with everything regarding who or what you really are, you're still beautiful. I still believe that, if you smile like you do to the public, then I could easily believe everything thus far has just been a dream." He peeked his head out of the covers and let her see his miserable face for the first time in the night. "But I guess the world doesn't work that way, huh?"

"No, it doesn't. The world is horrible." She said outright, looking distantly out the window. "Just like my face, there are a thousand things that might give you hope, but its all just an illusion. The moment you feel happiness - you should discard it immediately, because otherwise it will rot inside of you. It'll become a burden that weighs you down. That's the Earth that God created." Kim turned to him then, smiling. "You're so innocent. It makes me physically sick."

That shot another dagger through Kiiro's heart. As if he needed another after today. "Eeehhhh... I seem to make people do that a lot." He sat up suddenly, albeit slowly, and put his arms on his knees. He looked straight at the dresser Kimora had jumped down from with a dead look in his eyes. "Though, I don't think you need to worry about that too much now. This day may have been the last straw for it. I mean, I guess I'll still be naive and innocent to an extent, but it may as well be a facade for me becoming so cynical now."

Kim smiled before leaning forward, kissing him sweetly on the lips. "That's good then."

Kiiro actually cringed at the kiss, though. It didn't feel genuine in the slightest, and a sign of affection like that from someone like Kimora, especially after today, just felt like an insult to him. Still, he took it like a man and didn't even overreact anymore. "So there. I've answered everything you've asked properly and honestly. Isn't it about time you killed me?"

"Why would I do that? You seem fun." Kim giggled, moving closer - her cold lips pecking kisses down his smooth neck.

He closed his eyes and just remained still. He didn't want to make a move that would outrage her again, and right now that felt like even flinching a muscle. So he let her kiss him more along his neck, just naively enjoying the pleasure. This was the first time any girl even came this close to him physically, let alone touch him. And now, his "former" idol was doing just that to him. "K-Kimora..."

She slid her hands up his shirt, trailing her fingernails across his skin as her lips continued to taunt the innocent flesh of his neck. She must've found a place that she liked, because her mouth settled there and began to suck and nibble at it gently. With so much being done to him at once, now Kiiro couldn't help but gasp a little and slightly moan from the pleasure of being touched so sweetly and... passionately. His hands started twitched from the feelings, but he still kept his composure, but for how long?

"Are you testing me?" Kim asked hotly against his neck before her hands reached his chest, pushing him back flat against the bed. "You're being awfully dishonest with yourself." She trailed an index finger down his stomach, her hand going to rest against between his legs where she'd hoped to find a favorable reaction.

He did flinch from the sudden movement of her pushing him down so hard, but it didn't really hurt. It wasn't that surprising, either. When she moved her finger onto his crotch, however, he yelped louder than he would have liked, and even twitched down there. He had pretty much given her exactly what she was looking for.

Kim grinned. "So, I really am beautiful..." She teased him with his own words. Her own excitement let down her guard, and her tail was soon seen twitching back and forth behind her as she eagerly undid the button and zipper of his pants. "You've surely done this before, haven't you? Probably thinking of me. Wishing these posters were truly me, looking upon you. Hm?"

"Ungh... y-yes! You really are, even now. I've done it some times while imagining you coming out of those pictures... It feels so good already, Kimora..." Just by her simple and gentle touches, he was already squirming in ecstasy. Once again, he still felt the need to answer her honestly, due to his good nature, and his current standing with the person in front of him.

"What kinds of things would you imagine me doing?" She chuckled, beginning to gently stroke him through his boxers - not enough to really be satisfying, but just enough to tease him even further with desire for more. "Touching, sucking, perhaps... more then that?" She smirked.

He was beginning to get harder and harder through his boxers now. Her touch was turning him on like no other. It felt so much different from his own; softer, gentler, and absolutely not under his control. He almost felt ashamed that Kimora had to look at him in such a helpless position, yet he continued to answer. "Ugh... I-I'd... picture us kissing first... then you'd take it out, a-and slowly take it in your mouth... then we'd... we'd have sex on the bed after I was made hard by your caressing touch..."

Kim finally took a firm hold on it now, clenching it just a little too tight as she looked down at him with narrowed eyes. "Disgusting. You'd jerk this pathetic thing thinking about that?"

"Gah!" Now it hurt when she grasped him firmly like that! The pain mixed in with the pleasure, all of it driving him completely crazy now. He wanted to just writhe from the sensory overload, but some kind of mysterious force kept him back. Or rather... something just told him not to, and he just... complied. The feelings were a little too much for him, however, so he could only nod with his mouth agape, letting out another girlish whine.

"Disgusting." She continued to stroke him firmly, up and down, up and down, with the finger of her other hand flicking painfully at his vulnerable balls just below. "What, are you going to release everything down here, just from these simple sensations? You're not even all the way exposed, and yet you're feeling good from being handled roughly like this?"

"Yes, yes! Please, Kimora, I can't take it anymore! I'm g-gonna..." Any second now, he felt like he would release from her hand alone. As terrifying as the consequences would be if that happened, he had had enough. He was shaking his head left and right in ecstasy, tears falling from his eyes from the immense pleasure. "K-Kimora!"

Right as he came, his Dad opened the door and Kim was nowhere to be seen suddenly, although he could hear her laughter somehow. "What's all the yelling.... for...." The older man blinked before slowly closing the door again.

Kiiro didn't even see his dad come by. His mind was still fogged by the pleasure from just now. He just lay still, gasping for breath, a blank look in his eyes and semen across the crotch of his boxers. He didn't care anymore, though. As twisted as it was in the moment, it was still one of his life's fantasies. He just wanted to revel in the moment before it disappeared, and he knew it would soon.


END OF CHAPTER ONE

ah okay just read the first part of chapter one, here's some of my two-cents:

I could say that it's well-written; although the descriptions and narratives were kinda meaty, it's easy enough for me to imagine what's going on the story, good job on it. Though for the length in which the story unfolds, I felt like it could be a bit more...shorter, I think? But with this kind of writing style I could somehow understand why it took this kind of length for writing the first part.

Some parts could be told in simpler words and shorter write-ups as the peculiar scene was kind of...just like a filler? And some parts need a more detailed emotional emphasis for me, especially at the end, well it's just my own personal preferences really.

I hope you take no offense to this but I think the characters kind of....casual? Don't get me wrong, it's pretty developed and their actions were detailed enough to figure out what's going on, and what kind of person they were. But the first impression of them made me felt like they're kind of...generic, I think. I might be reading this wrong as I just based it off from reading the first parts. The characters should probably show more quirks during the first impression, which would eventually made them stood out, but right at this level it's actually fine nonetheless~

The premise of this story were promising enough btw, although it's kind of a common theme for me nowadays. Anyway, don't let it discourage you and just write whatever you like in the story, it's your own autonomy~

Overall, I say good luck on it and I'll be looking forward to reading more chapters =D

/!\Boner Alert/!\

Hahaha. Seriously though, It was a good read.
I also warn that I'm no expert, so Take my little review as you want to.

The first part was indeed kinda slow( I want to point out that the first impression is very crucial to readers, I personally kept reading because of the tags, but half way through the first part1 I was wondering when things would heat up ).

It IS really exciting for the MC that that girl suddenly shows up but not so much for us readers. You do realize that, especially here, in a community of people who enjoy manga and anime, that setup is not the most... inventive ?
Anyway, what I mean is, this kind of start-up works great in manga or anime because you can illustrate it with epic or mysterious drawings, give hints about what's going to happen or simply show off a deliciously attractive girl that will keep us tuned in. Here, I'm sorry, but I don't think it's enough to capture most people's attention.

Please mind that I'm not saying it's not a good setup, au contraire, it's catchy. But, it not being very "inventive" as I said before, it's too easy to guess the possible outcomes of Kimora starting to attend Kiiro's high school. Now, that being the case, there is not much more the normal reader will expect since you didn't hint at anything else. That is why, had I not read the tags ( monster girl, yandere and forced struck me ), I wouldn't have had any curiosity left after the first half of the first part.

Then came the glimpse about her 'dark side' and Kimora's Yandereness became clearer. The second part of first chap that went on from then was pretty much a perfect follow up.
As brief as it was, I liked Kenji's part and the way he excused himself.
Kim's aggressiveness is sexy enough, the part in Kiiro's( can I call him Kii-kun or Kii-chi? ) room got my little one raring to go, and I lol'ed at how she left him just as his dad came in his room.

By the way, the humor wasn't bad either. I laughed quite a few times, I don't remember exactly when but it kept the thing good even those times when I felt what happened was to be expected.
And that's a really good point. I may say that the set wasn't inventive or agree with @High_Time in thinking that as of now, the characters look kinda generic, but those things are actually not bad, as long as you don't get bored by the story-telling( That's how so many mangas still make it even with the most generic characters, plot, and drawings, I think about Fairy Tail when saying that, because FT is just a simple bundle of all that's been loved in Shonen since decades, and popularity-wise, it works ).

So I guess I liked your story telling and writing-style^^
Well, it could use some tweaks, and I remember having to read one sentence two times to get what it meant( it was only that time so don't pay too much attention, but keeping it in mind shouldn't hurt ), but overall, I think it's good.
Though, I haven't really read many books in english, just a loooot of manga and I'm not sure if that counts so...



Wow, didn't think I'd write that much... Well, I hope I make sense all thorough my explanations, and thanks if you took the time to read it all ~

Just one more thing.
About the title, is one of you two french or was it just because it sounded good?( I like it )

Thanks for the critique, Sigh. As for the whole setting being generic or predictable, perhaps it might be, but this is really just a roleplay for Dia and me (we're carrying it out on Skype), and then she edits it into a proper story format. So basically, if any parts seem disconnected from one another, it might just be because of our differences in style. Any other questions regarding the content itself can be answered by Dia herself.

As for the name... I always figured it was because it sounded cool, but who knows? Dia might be part French, lol.

Ohw, that looks pretty funny ~
Then, do you know if I should expect a sequel soon ?

The story is still ongoing; Dia and I have both just been busy with our own respective real life issues at the moment, so it's been at a bit of a standstill.

The second chapter is already pretty much finished! I haven't edited it from its original content, but I'll go ahead and work on it tomorrow. There has been A LOT going on for me in the past two months though, so I'm really sorry for the delay. I'm happy to know that we've attracted another reader though, and we look forward to another honest review from you in Chapter Two!

I am not at all French, although I've taken a few classes in the language. The phrase was attractive to me to use in this story due to the fact that its literal translation (a little death) is indicative of Kimora's evil, demonic nature, as well as her stage name, but is actually a euphemism for orgasm which sums up nicely what brings the two characters together in the first place - sex.

Nice play on words :D

Don't worry too much about delays, this is what it is because you enjoy doing it, pressure isn't always the best drive to do something( though it is for me, but I'm weird ). I think most people have a lot of stuff going on around this period, I'm myself up to my head in stupid exam things because the administration here is, well, horse sh*t.

But that doesn't mean, I'm not waiting for chap two!

CHAPTER TWO
Chapter tags: femdom, forced, yandere, humiliation, pettanko, schoolgirl, monster girl, slave, oral

The next day Kimora passed him in the hallway like nothing had happened. She didn't even look his way at all as she cheerfully spoke to the other students with that fake smile on her face. It was almost too cruel. Everyone idolized her. She was beautiful. Talented. Smart. Athletic. Famous. She was perfect, and yet only he knew her secret.

"So!? What happened after I left?" Kenji prodded him. "Did you two get to talking?"

Kiiro simply banged his head down onto his desk and dejectedly moaned, remembering his run-in with her yesterday, both in and out of school. "Yeah... we did, a little..." It all still seemed like a dream to him, yet he could still feel the marks she left on his body. The bruises from her strangling him; the ache in his chest when she suddenly pushed him down; the nibbles she left on the very neck she was wringing not too long ago. Kiiro just sighed and tried to drown out the world around him again.

Kenji patted him sympathetically on the back. "Did you make an ass of yourself again? I'm sure it'll be okay. It seems like Kim is actually a really nice girl. I guess she's use to weirdos like you being all... you know, weird around her."

"Eh... I don't think I could have made myself more of an ass then I already had before that. I don't think I did anything wrong recently, at least... I hope not..." It did kinda sting a little when his only friend acknowledged him as a weirdo, but he was used to it by now, so he tried not to show it. "Anyway, I think I can consider my dream of having at least met her once officially done now, so I feel... satisfied, I guess. I think I'll avoid her, and just let her have her space for now. I think I've damaged her image of me enough already."

That wasn't the truth, however. Kiiro knew Kim was a danger, to him at least, but he still couldn't shake her off his mind. If anything, what happened yesterday, especially last night, just made him think of her more. Made him more... addicted...

"Oh, I promised to meet up with Yamada before homeroom. I almost forgot. I'll see you later." The other boy waved his hand slightly before starting to jog down the hallway. As much as the two seemed to hate each other, they hung out an awful lot. It might've seemed strange to him before, but it was a lot more normal then what he was currently experiencing. Suddenly, it became a circumstance in which to be envious.

He had the rest of the morning to sulk before inevitably seeing Kimora again during gym class. She was still a vision of beauty as she stood there amongst the other girls making each and every one of them seem plainer in comparison. The way her gym shirt was slightly baggy due to her lack of chest was cute. The way the red-colored bloomers clung to her, revealing all of her slender, cute legs... Ugh, she even wore athletic knee-socks with a blue stripe decorating the very top. It was like she was taughting him with all his fantasies. Even when she was dressed down like this, it was as though she had gone out of her way to impress her attractiveness upon him. She was just too cute all the way down to her sneakers. Even that little detail made him want her...

All this fantasizing about her wasn't going to help his image, however, as he looked down to find something prodding against his gym shorts. He quickly covered up the bulge with his hands and frantically looked around, hoping no one, especially Kimora, had seen that. He couldn't just let it slide - it would take too long, or probably wouldn't even work, with his thoughts constantly plagued by her. He tried to put on his best sick face and approached the coach.

"Eeeehhhhh, coach, I really gotta go to the men's room for a bit! I'm gonna make a scene right now if I don't!" Obviously disgusted, the coach just pointed quickly to the men's room, looking away from him. Elated, he made a mad dash into one of the shower stalls and sighed. He was in the clear now, but that feeling quickly faded into nothing short of intense shame. After a bit of solemn staring, he slowly brought his pants down. "Well, I suppose if I'm going to think about you all the time, it's going to make this easier to do..."

Just as soon as he pulled his pants off, the shower randomly turned on. The water was extremely cold, and soaked him all the way through. A playful giggle followed soon after. "Touching yourself and not inviting me to watch? What sort of pet are you?" Her tail drew away from the shower handle, but not before giving him a bit of relief by turning the temperature a little hotter. She walked closer to him with her hands folded cutely behind her back, but kept a safe enough distance to keep herself out of the water.

Even so, Kim didn't seem to mind getting her tail wet as it slithered across his thigh and wrapped around the newly exposed area. The head of her tail was shaped like that of a heart, and ended in a point, which didn't seem to mind sliding teasingly across all that he had to offer her there.

In that moment, Kiiro just felt his entire body freeze instantly, even though he was actually feeling extremely hot in his nether region. The water didn't weaken him in the slightest, and was probably even twitching and throbbing even more wildly now. Of course, that probably had to do the workings of her smooth little tail. This was even worse than last night. "I-I'm sorry... Kimora... please, c-could you let me-"

She didn't wait for him to reply. She walked over to Kiiro, pushing him down onto his knees with just a single hand on his shoulder. "Fine. I'll let you." Her free hand moved, slipping the bloomers to the side to show that she had been wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Nothing blocked his view of her smooth skin. "I'll let you service your queen." Those gold eyes looked down at him - all damp and pathetic beneath her - and seemed to sparkle with amusement. Her tail began to tighten, putting pressure, but not enough to really hurt or feel good. It was just a maddening, stiffling sensation.

After flinching for just a moment, he stared straight at her exposed and flawless privates. He gulped and continued to stare with a pained expression, as her tail restricted any real feeling down there, just keeping it in the state it was in. He drew in closer to her body, his breath hovering over her, but that's all he could do. He was still completely clueless about all of this, so he had no idea how to comply with her demands.

She grunted in clear dissatisfaction, pushing his head against her. "Stick out your tounge, dog!" In reply, he flinched in fear, but at least that gave him a start. He stuck his tongue out, and reached closer for her. In seconds, it was now in contact with the skin between her legs, and his brain just went into overload again. She tasted so... sweet, even with the slight tinge of sweat from gym. It was unlike anything he had tasted, or even felt before. He got a little too eager, however, and immediately started to lap his tongue over her crotch.

Kim must've been a bit surprised by that, because her legs shivered and both hands soon went to rest on his shoulders. "G-good." She managed to utter, loosening her tail's grip a bit. The water caused her loose clothing to begin to cling, showcasing the subtlety of her curves through the growing transparency of her shirt.

Kiiro could feel that shiver through her body, of course, so he slowed down his pace just a little, licking all over her and moaning in the process, to add an extra buzz. This was the first time he had seen her actually take sexual pleasure in these depraved acts, so it certainly gave him a slight ego boost. Her loosened tail and revealed physique allowed him to get even harder, and instinctively, he started stroking it - slowly but firmly. This made him moan even louder, and pick up the pace again. He was going to go absolutely crazy by the time this was over.

She frowned though, using her tail to slap away his hand. "Who said you could do that?" Kim grabbed his hair tightly into her hands, burying his face further into her. "If you have a free hand, use it to satisfy me!" Whatever freedom she might've granted him was immediately taken away again, as her tail formed a tight ring at the bottom of his manhood. She was clearly unwilling to let him finish without her permission, and any pleasure he might gain from this act was only allowed by her own satisfaction and will.

First her hands, now her crotch. It seems as though the dominatrix before him really had no intention of letting him even breathe, let alone feel anything else. He had reached the pinnacle of degradation now: being used as nothing but a toy by someone, and not even allowed to feel anything himself. And strangely enough... he couldn't stop. He didn't like the position he was put in, at all. But he kept at it still, licking away as she wanted, and now even using his free hands to ease access into her womanhood. This was all becoming a poisonous drug to Kiiro. SHE was becoming a poisonous drug to him. And as anyone knew, the worst part of any drug was the addiction.

Kiiro was now wildly throbbing and moaning with every breath, almost as if he was trying to beg her to at least let him release. It was painfully apparant, however, that she wasn't even thinking of such. So he went on, pleasuring her just as she wanted; destroying himself... just as she wanted.

As he did, she tilted her head back, embracing the feelings that over came her - the sweet caress of the water which had gone cold again and the euphoric sensations below which were quickly escalating in intensity. Her voice contrasted her nature - sounding sweeter and sweeter as she gasped and whimpered; clutching harshly at the vulnerable skin of his shoulders even through the fabric of his gym shirt. When she finally came, she didn't even have the decency or consideration to warn him. His already wet, hot face became suffocated with yet another sickening sweetness which could only be described as a wonderful despair.

For someone of her short stature, she let out quite a lot... dripping all over his mouth and face, forcing his way down his throat. It was all too much for him to take in as his eyes nearly rolled back into his head and a little precum even leaked out from him. He couldn't even gasp for the air he needed, like she was doing so right now. Despite it all, he loved every bit of it. She tasted even sweeter than when he first licked her. His tongue finally slowed down as he was starting to lose his energy.

She moved away from him, still panting for breath a bit herself after that. "Nn, good pet..." Kim petted him on the head gently. She moved, turning off the water, and released her tail from him entirely. However, even after finally being free from her grip, and taking in a harsh breath of fresh air, Kiiro still stayed in the position he was in. Still looking as pathetic and wanting. His tongue stuck out and his gasping made him look like a sickly dog begging for attention. How did he become so miserable? ... and why was he enjoying it? "... M... m-more..."

"More? More of what, dog?" She looked down at him with those cold eyes. "Speak up, or I won't understand you at all." He took in another gulp of air and cleared his eyes out. It seemed as though sense had returned to him, but... he only stared at her with eyes filled with need.

"Please... K-Kimora-san... this is... this isn't like anything I've felt before... I want more from you. I'm begging you! I want to cum more by your hands, I want to feel more of your skin, I'll do anything, please! I just... " He started crying again, without losing his gaze on her. "I just want more..."

Kimora's eyes widened at that confession, and for a moment she just looked at him... before a pleased smile crossed her face. She placed a hand on either cheek, and leaned down - kissing him hard on the lips. It didn't take much prodding for her tounge to enter his mouth, and successfully find his own. She enjoyed the unusual sweetness that lingered when she pulled away. A wet trail of saliva connected them for just a moment before it was broken by her words: "Too bad."

A twinge of sadness swept over him, as evidence by the expression in his eyes. But he didn't really care. He just gulped and stayed in his position, looking down glumly at his twitching member, now somewhat more limp with the lack of interaction.

"Stupid." She laughed before disappearing from in front of him as though she had never been there at all. When he'd finally leave the gym shower room, Kimora would be finishing up a game of volley ball with the other girls.

By then, Kiiro was thoroughly purgued of any of the internal fluids that had been released by them, but still drenched from the water. He couldn't really dry all that in a restroom. When the coach approached him with a mean and impatient look, as if waiting for an answer, he could only smile and chuckle sheepishly. "Eeehhh... I slipped and turned the shower on by accident..."

That night, Kim didn't bother him at home at all, and the next day she was surprisingly absent from school as well. "I wonder what's up?" Kenji mused, making conversation with Atsuko.

"I don't know. Maybe work came up or something? Or-" They paused before casting their eyes onto Kiiro. "Or did YOU do something?"

Kiiro slowly turned to his side to see Kenji and Atsuko giving him a mean look, startling him enough to almost fall out of his chair. "Whoa, what's with the look?! What I do now?!"

"What did you do? Huh, huh? Kim's not here today! Did you do something WEIRD to her again?" Atsuko prompted, frowning down at him. "You didn't give her brain damage due to that head butt, did you? If you did, I'll never forgive you!"

"Yeah, but bandages... might be hot..." Kenji muttered before getting kicked in the knee by a furious Atsuko.

"God, do you guys think of ANYTHING besides sex?!"

"No, I swear, I didn't do anything!" Kiiro then scratched his head sheepishly. "At least... I hope I didn't. She seemed fine when I... talked to her in the infirmary. Seemed good after that too..."

Kenji drew closer. "You talked to her again? When?" Kenji asked with a zealous Atsuko seeming rather intrigued as well.

Kiiro waved his hands frantically and very defensively. "I-I-I just meant after she left the infirmary! She seemed OK when I talked to her AND after! That's what I meant, really!"

Atsuko glanced over at Kenji, and they both nodded before both blurting out: "Suspicious." Each one got on either side, peppering him with questions left and right before he was rescued by - oddly enough - the teacher.

"Get back in your seats!" He barked, and the two classmates slithered back into their positions with a dejected expression on their faces. It didn't keep them from whispering back and forth throughout the class though. Even though the questions stopped, the thoughts didn't. Kiiro now really was wondering what happened to Kim. Did she actually get disgusted with him enough to... leave? He didn't even bother to try brushing the nervous thoughts out of his head, because he knew it wouldn't work. He was somewhat getting used to them now anyway.

However, the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that passed until finally it was Saturday. The half day passed without a sign of her. It was like things had finally gone back to normal for him. He should've been overjoyed. However, those worried thoughts quickly turned into self-hate. Kiiro really was starting to believe he had done something to cause her to leave. Worse yet, he was starting to get glares from everyone, including the only people who talked to him in the entire school. He couldn't concentrate on his after-school cleaning duties that day, and just stood in place, thinking about all the possible reasons.

He set the mop aside and just leaned onto a window, looking towards the setting sun. "Please... whatever I did, Kim, I'm really sorry for it!" Tears began to stream down from his eyes as he fell onto his knees, head against the wall underneath the window. "I know this is selfish of me to say, but please... come back..."

Kim giggled, sitting on the teacher's desk behind him. "Did someone call for me, or was that just the sound all virgins make when they weep?" He slowly turned his head to the origin of the voice and actually saw her, grinning slyly; all propped up on the desk.

"... K-Kim!"

"Has school really been that miserable without me?" She shuffled her legs cutely, swinging them back and forth in the empty space in front of her. "I kind of thought you'd be happy to have a break."

Kiiro stood up slowly, tears still falling, albeit slower now. "Yes... I started to get suspicious in everyone's eyes, because I was the last person to probably s-see you alone. And..." He looked down and bit his lip before continuing. "I was... actually more miserable without you around, even after everything you did."

Kim smirked at that, unable to help herself from feeling pleased. "Then, do you want to... do it?" She got up, walking over to him cutely. "Hm? I'm sure you've been waiting for release all this time, right? You aren't the kind of disobediant toy who'd cum all by himself..." The tears finally stopped, but he still looked down, probably because he was ashamed at what he decided to say next.

"...Y-yes... please, Kim. I-I want it... more. I was too worried about you being alright or hating me then I was thinking of you like that. I couldn't cum..."

She moved close enough that her small chest pressed against him, and looked up at him so that his downcast eyes would meet her own. "Then, would you like to make it official?"

Kiiro looked straight into her eyes, now shining golden like the very setting sun he had been looking at. "W-What... do you mean 'official'?"

"That you, Otonashii Kiiro, will forever be my slave." She smiled sweetly up at him. "Until the day you die, your bones, your blood, your body, your soul... all of those things are mine to break, to devour, or to cast away... all at my discretion." Kiiro actually had to put some thought into that question before he answered. Nowhere in that 'contract' was there anything positive for him. Except for maybe... the fact that Kimora would always be there beside him. Or leading him, whatever. She'd at least be with him, one way or another. Was that... really worth being just a thing to her?

He clenched his fists and looked at her with a serious face. "... I will... I swear on it..."

"I knew you would." Kim smiled. She pulled away from him just slightly. "Now, show me your hands. Your master has something good to give you." He loosened his hands and raised them to her, palms facing up. He had no idea what was coming, so he steeled himself for the worse.

She placed in his hands a BDSM-style collar made of smooth leather. The inside was a comfortable black, and the outside was a dark gray. It had three smooth rings - one on the front, and two on the sides - for ease in restraining him. It was strangely beautiful with its simple yet effective design. "This is yours."

Kiiro stared at the collar for a while, giving it a good feel-around. He could feel her eyes glaring at him, expecting... something. They both knew what it was, of course. With he sigh, he unbuckled it and wrapped it around his neck. With the whole thing being around his neck, however, it was a little hard to fasten it back together. He fumbled around with it for a few moments. "U-Um... sorry, just... having a little trouble with this... can't really see what I'm doing..."

"Get on your knees." She stated simply, yet firmly. "And I will help you."

"Y-Yes..." He slowly went down on both knees and tiled his head lower, so as to avoid her gaze for now. In that position, he got a good look at her legs, but only for a moment. She soon went behind him, buckled it, and then... locked it in place with a small, but very strong, gold-colored lock.

"Finished." Kim rested her hands on his shoulders as she stood behind him. "Look up." There, in the reflection of the large classroom window, he could see the two of them. Kiiro took in the sight in front of him. He looked pathetic now, even without his usual tears. Here he was, a man of his stature, becoming a slave to a young girl little more than half his size. He gulped, worried about his future, but he brushed that aside quickly... knowing that he'd at least always be by her side. He really couldn't ask for any more, especially in his position.

"You look pretty cute... for a dog." She smirked. Kim took her hands off his shoulders, and turned to head for the door. "Are you coming?" She asked, looking over her shoulder. If she had to leave so quickly, did that mean that she came here specifically to check up on him? Had she left merely to give him the time to consider whether or not he truly wanted such an arrangement? Or was he over-thinking things? "Get up! You're so slow." She seethed with annoyance. "It's time to go."

Very interesting story. I like the imagery and description of how things went. Can't wait untill chapter 3, good job ,and don't get cold feet.