Momo stared into Kiniro's eyes for a long second before wordlessly reaching up and pulling down her short-sleeved dress. Her arms were freed first, exposing Momo's slender shoulders and pale skin that was already glowing with a vibrant ruddy hue.
However, Kiniro's eyebrows couldn't help but rise as, instead of spilling down and pooling on the floor, the loose-fitting dress caught on Momo's hips, accenting the curvy shape that had been previously hidden.
Noticing his attentive gaze, Momo couldn't help but blush and glance away, "C-could you not stare at me like that?"
"Why?" Kiniro muttered as his eyes remained exactly where they were, "I thought you wanted to be desired for your beauty?"
"I want to be cute," Momo corrected as she subconsciously moved her arms, trying to hide the swell of her hips, "Men want tall and graceful women, like dancers. Not heavy-bottom pears."
"Is that why you wear such a loose dress, to disguise yourself?" Kiniro asked as he grinned at Momo's plight, "While I'm not the most masculine man, I can say with confidence that there is always something worth appreciating in a woman. Personally, I would prefer my lovers to be a little heavier."
"Heavier?" Momo muttered, clearly taking Kiniro's words as an insult, "Isn't that just another word for calling someone fat?"
"And what's wrong with fat?" Kiniro countered, "In my opinion, you could do with a couple more pounds. But what you're working with right now is more than enough to pique my interest."
"I don't believe you," Momo scoffed even as she felt Kiniro's eyes caress her body, "T-there's no way you're attracted-"
Momo didn't get to finish her sentence as Kiniro reached down and, with a pull, undid his robe, letting the fabric fall open and reveal his body beneath.
Momo's eyes widened as she stared at Kiniro's body, his skin was flawlessly smooth, and stretched over lithe muscles that stood out effortlessly without flexing. Especially his abs, firm and sculpted into a V taper that funneled Momo's eyes below Kiniro's waistline and between his legs to the source of her true shock.
"Wouldn't you say that most women are attracted to tall, imposing men with bulging muscles who tower over them?" Kiniro asked casually as if he wasn't completely exposed, "Men who fit society's narrow description of masculine?"
Momo didn't say anything, too stunned by what she was seeing as a fierce blush crept across her face.
"That's the thing about desire," Kiniro continued, "There is no standardization of what it can be. People can be told what to lust after, but their egos will always deviate, and when they are told that desire is wrong, then that lust only grows. It becomes taboo. A fetish."
Momo swallowed hard as Kiniro's words slid across her ears like silk as he propped up one of his legs, "You cannot be desired for something you are not, you must embrace yourself and make them desire you."
"They won't want me," Momo replied instinctively as her mind filled with painful memories, "They'll just point and laugh."
"Their mockery is just deflection," Kiniro continued as a relaxed smile spread across his lips, "But the truth is, people don't notice things they aren't interested in. They may laugh on the outside, but internally, their eyes still follow you. And that means you've already begun to control them."
"How is that control?" Momo asked, still clearly doubtful.
"Remember the inverse. If you know where they're looking, you know where they're not." Kiniro replied before snapping his fingers.
Momo's eyes widened as her arms were suddenly pulled behind her back and bound together at the wrists, "W-what?!"
Looking over her shoulder, Momo stared at the sash that had somehow wrapped and tied itself around her wrists. However, it took her a second to realize that the sash was the same one that had kept Kiniro's robe in place.
"H-how did you do that?!" Momo asked with a slightly panicked edge to her voice as she tested her new bonds, only to find they didn't have the slightest bit of give.
"If you mean how did I get the sash to move on its own, my cursed energy is unique," Kiniro replied as he stood up with an almost ethereal grace, "If you're asking how you didn't notice, well, I already told you the answer."
Momo's breathing was audible as Kiniro moved to stand in front of her, the front of his robe still shamelessly open, letting Momo see everything, "Don't you understand, Momo? The moment you stepped into my room, I already controlled you, I could have overpowered you and simply taken what I wanted. But there are other ways to get what you want out of people."
Reaching out with his slender fingers, Kiniro grabbed Momo's dress and, with a firm tug, he pulled the fabric down and over the swell of her hips, smiling as it finally hit the floor, "Hmmm, absolutely breathtaking."
The soft breeze against her bare skin made Momo blush furiously as her heart threatened to jump out of her chest, "P-please don't l-look."
"Oh I'll do more than look," Kiniro muttered as he slowly stared, circling around Momo, taking in her figure from every angle, "You're all hips and dips, aren't you? And not to mention this perky little bakery you have back here."
Stopping at Momo's side, Kiniro reached down and sunk his fingers into Momo's peach, enjoying the slight give beneath his fingers, "Could use a bit more padding for my tastes, but definitely nothing to complain about."
Momo barely registered Kiniro's taunting words as she felt his fingers sink into the sensitive flesh of her ass, kneading it like it was dough, 'He's just touching my body like it's a plaything!! T-this isn't right! I should be screaming at him to let me go!'
But despite her internal protest, Momo didn't say a word. The only sound was her hot and heavy breathing as Kiniro's fingers explored her backside with almost a dismissive level of casualness.
"So soft yet firm at the same time, I just can't get enough," Kiniro muttered as his eyes glowed and his cheeks flushed, "Can you see how excited you're making me, Momo? I can barely contain myself."
Momo couldn't help but glance down between Kiniro's legs and stare at the member that had slowly grown in size as the veins along its shaft swelled and bulged, 'Surely they're not supposed to be that big?'
In contrast to Kiniro's lithe physique, his manhood was an almost brutish carnal instrument. It was long and thick, almost like an arm, though it was covered in far more veins, and behind it hung an obscenely large sac.
Seeing Momo's captivated gaze, Kiniro gave her ass one final squeeze before hooking his finger into the band of Momo's panties and giving them a small tug, "Not what you were expecting, was it? I couldn't help but always wonder how someone is supposed to handle something of my caliber, especially given my… enthusiasm."
Momo's only response was an involuntary tremble that shouldn't have been from excitement or fear. As he spoke, Kiniro casually toyed with Momo's panties, running his finger along the elastic, pulling it down to expose her skin and pelvis, or sometimes pulling the fabric up until it bit in between her legs, rubbing against her more sensitive areas.
Momo knew that it was Kiniro's way of telling her that there was nothing she could do to stop him from just tearing her underwear off. But he didn't. Instead, Kiniro just toyed with her at his leisure, 'Why is he doing this to me? Just get it over with!'
"You're impatient, good," Kiniro suddenly spoke up as he moved to stand directly behind Momo, "The longer you starve it, the more your desire grows. The reward is the satisfaction of giving in, of relinquishing your control. It is an insidious and creeping corruption that can't be rushed."
As Kiniro moved out of her field of view, Momo tensed, fearing what would happen next, and her body continued to tremble.
"Now your mind is split between fear and desire. It can't decide whether to reject this new sensation or embrace it. So you need to give it a reason to welcome it with open arms." Kiniro whispered into Momo's ear as his hands wrapped around her waist, and he pressed himself against her ass.
Momo let out a strangled gasp as she felt Kiniro's stiffening manhood nestle in between her buttcheeks and rest against the small of her back, giving off an almost scorching heat. At the same time, Kiniro's hands snaked down the front of Momo's stomach before slipping beneath her panties.
"You give them a taste of what they desire and let their mind do the rest." Kiniro instructed as Momo felt his fingers run through the small patch of blonde hair right above her mons before going even lower.