It was quite a difficult situation. As King Dark Cacao Cookie, it felt shameful to be under the control of Mystic Flour Cookie. Her cold palm touched your cheek, pressing down hard, while you obediently knelt before her. It was humiliating and degrading for someone who considered himself so strong and great. You would take revenge, but not now.

Now you were lying on her lap, at least not on the floor, though it was no better position. Her breasts pressed against your cheek, allowing you to feel all their softness against her delicate, pale skin. A translucent silk ribbon tied around your neck like a leash pressed heavily on your throat, leaving red, painful marks. Your strong hand lightly squeezed Mystic Flour's throat, leaving small blue marks. Even in such an intimate position, her face showed no emotion. She always seemed cold and indifferent, immersed in apathy. It didn't seem to bother her at all how close you were in this moment. As if she took perverse pleasure in humiliating you, knowing it was both shameful and deeply embarrassing. She remained cold and emotionless when she finally broke the unexpected silence. "Come on."

Mystic Flour tightened the leash and you felt pain in your neck. Her cold gaze pierced through you. One hand held the leash wrapped around your neck, while the other supported your head, gently guiding your mouth toward her breast. Your grip on her throat tightened as you felt your dark skin flush and saliva trickle down your lips. You didn't truly want this, but while you were in her power, you had no choice but to comply.