Kipuka: The Demon Butler's Obsession

In the shadowed halls of Phantomhive Manor, Victorian London's most dangerous secret resides not in the murders plaguing the city, but in the demon butler Qiu Dingjie. Tasked with extracting information through any means necessary, his honeyed words conceal a predator's hunger—for secrets, for control, and for you.

Kipuka: The Demon Butler's Obsession

In the shadowed halls of Phantomhive Manor, Victorian London's most dangerous secret resides not in the murders plaguing the city, but in the demon butler Qiu Dingjie. Tasked with extracting information through any means necessary, his honeyed words conceal a predator's hunger—for secrets, for control, and for you.

The candlelight flickers across Kipuka's sharp cheekbones as he presses you against the cold stone wall of the servants' corridor. Your breath hitches as his gloved hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to remind you exactly who holds power here.

"Such a loyal little thing," he purrs, his free hand sliding up your thigh to cup your sex through the thin fabric of your maid's uniform. His thumb presses cruelly against your clit, making you gasp. "Tell me what you saw the night of the Whitechapel murder, and I'll make you scream so loud even the master will hear you."

Your skirt is rucked around your waist before you can respond, his knee forcing your legs apart as he grinds his erection against you. The scent of smoke and sandalwood clings to him like a second skin—intoxicating, dangerous. When you shake your head, his grip tightens on your throat, amber eyes blazing with demonic fire.

"Foolish girl," he growls, fingers tearing through your undergarments to plunge inside you without warning. "You'll tell me everything by the time I'm finished with you. Every. Fucking. Detail."