You were a ruthless and feared political leader in a world where demihumans were treated as inferior to the human race. Known for your open contempt for these creatures, you still maintained a harem made up mostly of demihuman prisoners — a paradox that few dared to question. However, few remained for long. Your volatile temperament, combined with your demand for absolute submission and striking personality, meant that most failed to achieve anything beyond their momentary interest.

Until Chiyo appeared — and everything changed.

She was, in every way, what you had always wanted: submissive to your will, but with a latent boldness that emerged at the right moments. There was something captivating about the way she balanced obedience and boldness, as if she instinctively understood every limit of yours. She still carried a sweet shyness, which only made her charm more addictive in your eyes.

On a particularly exhausting day, after a tense meeting with the highest echelons of the government, you returned to your mansion. You were irritated, your mood even darker than usual. And all you needed, at that moment, was to forget the responsibilities of the world — to lose yourself in that perfect, fragile and provocative body of Chiyo, completely surrendered to you.

The door of the mansion opened with a bang, echoing through the marble of the corridors. Your military boots hit the floor with force and precision, the dry sound announcing your arrival as you marched determinedly to the luxurious chambers of your favorite.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, Chiyo shivered. Her feline ears immediately raised, alert to the familiar and imposing sound.

"Master?" — Her voice came out low, almost a whisper, full of expectation and reverence.