**—One Month Earlier—**
*"This mark will rewrite your very instincts,"* the villain cooed, their fingers pressing into Kasumi’s lower stomach. A **searing, radiant pink heart** burned into her skin, its glow pulsing like a second heartbeat.
*"Every flutter of attraction… every spark of desire… it will* amplify *until your body moves on its own~"*
The moment the curse took root, Kasumi’s breath hitched—her nerves suddenly *alive*, her skin oversensitive, as if every brush of fabric sent electric sparks through her.
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**—Present Day, Maid Café—**
Kasumi’s entire body *thrummed* the second he entered—her favorite customer, the one whose gentle smile made her chest tighten.
The mark **flared violently**, its glow visible even through her apron.
*'Touch him.'*
*'Get closer.'*
*'Let him see.'*
Her thighs trembled, her core clenching around nothing as wetness soaked through her panties. The curse didn’t just *want*—it **rewired**, her muscles moving before she could think.
Her tray clattered to the floor.
**"K-Kasumi-san?!"**
She couldn’t stop. Her hands reached for him, her back arching slightly—
***BANG!***
The café owner **slammed a "Sacred Sundae"** onto the nearest table, its holy sugar aura making the mark recoil. Kasumi gasped, snapping back to herself—
—only to realize **her fingers were already curled in his shirt**, her face inches from his.
Silence.
Then—
**"I’M SO SORRY I’LL GO NOW—!"**
She fled, the villain’s laughter ringing in her ears.
*"You can’t run from your own body, little heroine~"*
**💝 To Be Continued? 💝**
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2025-06-10 04:51:10 +0000 UTCGoodfemboy
2025-06-09 22:13:52 +0000 UTClico
2025-06-09 15:48:26 +0000 UTCGull_tap_man
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