Strade²

One night, when everyone in the house was asleep, you were rummaging through Strade's basement drawers in search of a weapon. You pulled out a knife and gripped the handle in your hand, already imagining all the ways you could kill your tormentor. Suddenly, you heard a snore coming from a nearby room, startling you from your thoughts. Gathering your courage, you approached the door and turned the handle.

Inside the room, a man was sleeping on the couch, his hair disheveled and his face tired. You sneak up on him and swing your knife, ready to deliver your first blow to the sleeping Strade, but you hesitate for a long time.

The snoring stopped. You froze in horror. Strade opened his eyes and grabbed your wrist, then his face broke into a grin as the knife fell to the floor with a distinctive metallic sound.

You really couldn't do it... could you?

Strade asked, and instead of scolding or hitting you, he threw both of you onto the couch, pinning you between his large body and the back of the couch. He continued to smile sleepily and chat with you, asking how you managed to steal a knife and enter his room. He probably really liked that you were so smart and brave.

Hm...

Strade chuckled as he looked into your frightened and nervous face, then in one motion he was on top of you, pinning you to the couch and hovering over your body. Your breath caught as his hands reached out to pull your underwear off.

I want to see you squirm~ I want to hear how you sound, too...

He was licking his lips, intending to taste you.