Class, in all of its mind-numbing glory, ended early. Delighted by her unexpected and early release from the fruitless hunt via obtuse equations for the letter x, a practice that many people enjoyed referring to as higher mathematics, Airi gathered her books in an untidy heap and vanished from the classroom. Her empty bag wagged behind her like a mouth hanging open in astonishment at her brash exit.

The prefect waiting directly outside the door for her was a decidedly less comical image, and Airi pivoted neatly, just barely missing the girl as she redirected her mad dash for freedom, coming to a stop several feet past her. "Sorry about that," she said lightly, beginning to walk away.

"Wait, Airi Vuorinen."

Airi narrowed her eyes in annoyance, knowing the sound of her full name meant trouble. She was further annoyed that the prefect had managed to pronounce it flawlessly, depriving her of one of the few amusements to be had once administrative flunkies had caught up with her. "I'm waiting," she replied, turning one more to face her.

"Due to willful destruction of school property, disturbance of the peace, failure to adhere to the dress code, failure to attend class or properly account for your absence, habitual tardiness..."

Airi raised one eyebrow as the list continued, listing a variety of offenses minor and major, and asked, "Am I expelled, or are you giving me the full list to make me feel lucky that I'm getting off lightly?" As an afterthought, she added, "Or am I supposed to be impressed at how observant the administrative officials of this fine establishment are?"

Obviously annoyed at being interrupted, the prefect gave Airi a cold stare, replying frostily, "You are being given the whole list of your offenses because that is the procedure. You are not, however, being told for which of your offenses you are currently serving detention. It is simply the desire of the Headmasters that every student know the current state of their record whenever they require correction."

Airi sighed. What a treat, her first detention given by a prune-faced prefect. "So, where are detentions served, and when is mine?"

"If you'll follow me," she replied, "your detention will begin immediately." The hallways had largely cleared, allowing the prefect to stalk gracefully down the hall as if she owned it, Airi following with the air of an unrepentant puppy wondering whose shoes she got to chew on next. Her curiosity was piqued as they turned down a section of hallway devoid of classrooms, ending only in a door opening onto descending stairs.

The solemnity of their march grated against the mile-wide irreverent streak Airi had, so she took the stairs three at a time, stretching her long legs and putting an insolent bounce in her step that made her skirt flounce around her. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, she folded her hands meekly and waited for her prefect escort, chuckling inwardly to see her brows furrowed in irritation once more. "This way," was her only comment, evidently choosing to ignore Airi's obnoxious perkiness as she opened one of the surprisingly thick doors, revealing a plain, utilitarian room dominated by a handsome, blond-haired young man, apparently in the middle of examining walls hung with an array of sex toys and fetishes, only some of which even the adventurous Finnish girl recognized.

Her mood soured instantly at the sight before her. She looked back at the prefect, her mood taking a further dive as she saw the barest hint of a smug smile on her face. "You didn't say when my detention ended," she pointed out, hoping she sounded offhand.

"That is up to your proctor," the prefect said simply. She bowed formally to the young man, who had turned to watch the scene with amusement. "Mr. Luju, I leave her in your capable hands." She shut the door behind her, leaving Airi quite alone with the most likely inhuman male.

There was a moment of deafening silence before Airi blew out a sigh, looking casually over her shoulder at the blond.

"So, now what?"

Smiling quite smugly, Luju turned his attention away from Airi and back to the fine selection of sex toys. Quite plainly ignoring her now, the young man merely picked up a saucer that had been sitting by a nearby desk and lifted the cup of tea to his lips. Rather enjoying the fine tea, Luju returned it to the saucer, setting it back down upon having considered on how to initiate this detention for his charge.

"Please, sit down, Miss Vuorinen." The blond man gestured toward a chair in the middle of the room, one that held no armrests at all and was in fact quite utilitarian yet comfortable enough. "So, they tell me that you're quite the difficult case. Is that an exaggeration... Or are they just underestimating just how much trouble you're going to give them? Personally, I think they're overrating you. You don't look like much, to be honest."

Oh yes, he was calling her out on the reputation she had built for herself at Shokushu. And he definitely was not impressed with reputations alone, he rather wanted to see whenever she was defiant and troublesome in person before making any further decisions. Some of the problem students they had sent to him had been... To say in the least, disappointing. He certainly did not sign up to fuck around with whimpering little brats. His sister, however, had no problem with them despite him not understanding why she would want the quiet bookworm types. Ah, well... To each his own, he supposed.

"Well?" Just one word and yet it carried with it a mocking and sarcastic tone, clearly as if he was already looking down at her. Empty glares and hissy fits were not going to faze him at all, even if they might disturb others.

Airi blinked, memories of her high school principal and his ever-present cup of tea swarming her as the blond- Luju- raised it and took a sip. Her mind instantly compared the two, imposing the principal's bristly, hippo-like mustache and red, pouchy cheeks onto his youthful face, and she choked back a snicker as he turned to her, telling her to sit.

Airi looked at the armless chair and sat sideways on it, perching one arm on the back of the chair and leaning her head comfortably atop it. She used the time as she situated herself to size up the man, quickly concluding that he was every bit the domineering asshole that her first impression had judged him to be. "To be perfectly honest, I think that they exaggerated the circumstances that led to my detention, so I'm rather inclined to agree with you. I would hate to interrupt your teatime, however, so it may be to our mutual benefit for me to leave you to it." Falling silent, she watched Luju with earnest eyes, the image of a model schoolgirl... aside from the skirt which was once more exposing a long view of creamy thigh and the shirt determinedly hugging her full breasts into greater prominence. Watching his calculating eyes take in those facts, Airi inwardly cursed. Stupid uniform.

She didn't truly expect for her ploy to work, uniform or not, but the man was obviously trying to goad her into some kind of outburst so he could gauge how much trouble she'd be. The quiet glint of musing cruelty in his eyes was more than sufficient to convince her that she did not want to be one of his more interesting cases, for all that she was rather certain that she was. She saw no reason to let him know that.

"Oh, thank you for being considerate for me and my 'teatime' but I'm afraid that won't be possible. You see, regardless of what I think about you, the administration want you punished and they've seen fit to charge me with you, so therefore, we will be taking disciplinary actions. Let's see... Destroying school property, disrupting the peace, missing classes and being tardy, and more." Luju chuckled as he went over what he had been told about Airi. "Young women like you should be proper and know your place, instead of playing rebel."

Pulling out a chair, the demon brought it up in front of Airi and seated himself in it, sitting all prim and proper, taking great care to maintain his appearance of perfection and order. "You see, it's often people like you degenerates that are destroying the very fabric of societal order and utopian perfection. Ooh, instead of conforming to the rules and adhering to authority, you people just seem to prefer the chaos. Well, we certainly can't have that, can we? I've already read your file, Miss Vuorinen, and I've head stories of you around the campus already. You fancy yourself the little terrorist, don't you?" Luju leaned forward, an increasingly smug grin on his otherwise immaculate lips. "I've heard your friends got exactly what they deserved, and you... Well, of course, mommy and daddy rescued you instead and sent you here."

Chuckling softly, Luju straightened himself back up, hands fixing his tie and collar. As much as this student believed herself to be a model student, against Luju such facades were worthless against someone who could analyze even the smallest twitch of muscles and guarded looks, someone before who all emotions were laid out bare for him to see. He certainly didn't need to read minds like his dear sister, for emotions were the igniters of thought. And in a quite serious voice that left little room for sarcasm, Luju added. "That's what you get when you go cavorting with trash like your friends. People like those vermin will only end up dead in some gutter. You would do better to not associate with them."

It figures, Airi thought, annoyed. "Well, you're most welcome. Since we're getting acquainted anyway, you might as well know that I'm only a terrorist to people lacking the intellect to order their lives without a hefty manual directing them on how to do so. You don't seem stupid, so I wonder why you feel threatened by a little youthful high spirits?"

She let the model student facade go- they both knew it was just for show- regarding him with her usual sardonic demeanor as she responded to his last, most biting remarks with an acidic laugh, "Creativity, unfortunately, is not your strong point. You think I haven't heard that one before? It's the same insult from anyone who prides themselves on living in an ivory tower, and can't abide the thought of me leaving it. My friends will be fine, my parents will still be xenophobic and insular, and I am still here, in detention. What's your point?"

She was rather proud of herself- a younger Airi would have spectacularly lost her temper upon hearing his snide dismissal of her friends, but years of hearing variations on that same theme had worn away her sensitivity to the subject. He was just another hidebound elitist, and there was really no point in letting his bile get under her skin. She just wondered when he was going to shut up and get to using those toys he'd been admiring- Airi knew his haughty lecturer persona would morph into that of an oversexed monster sooner or later. If it would shut him up, she was hoping for sooner- she was fairly certain there was nothing new in the rape arena she could experience now.

"Attitude, young lady. I may not need to mind my tongue but you will mind your own. Now, I am most certainly not threatened by your cavalier attitude nor am I impressed with your reputation. What have I to fear from you? Well, nothing really. I simply just don't like your attitude." Luju smiled softly, returning her sardonic grin in kindness. Little did she know what she had gotten herself into with this particular proctor of her. "As for the question of creativity... Rest assure, I shall be creative when it comes down to it, but at this junction in time, I see no point in saying anything but what certainly shall be the same old story you've undoubtedly heard quite a few times by now."

"Now, ivory towers or no, I still expect you to treat me with the respect I expect of others. And no, I most assuredly will not be respecting you at all, Miss Vuorinen. Terrorists like you don't need respect after all, correct? Now, my point here is that when you are out there, you may feel free to do as you wish, regardless of the consequences... But when you find yourself in this room, you would do well to remember that I am permitted to discipline you however I see fit, so curb that tongue of your or I will do it for you." Luju spoke quietly, daring her to talk back to him one more time.

He could tell that Airi was already at the limit of her patience with him and his arrogant attitude and was just waiting for him to begin. That impatience would be her undoing, after all. Giving a slow sigh, Luju crossed his legs, allowing his right leg to rest on his left knee, fingers locked together. "I see little point in continuing this conversation, so let's begin with your detention, Miss Vuorinen. Please, unclothe yourself so we can begin with teaching you a taste of humilation." Luju chuckled coldly, malevolent irises flashing with red as his grin only grew wider.

"Ah, and we find ourselves with one point in common," Airi remarked, unable to leave his reference to his own speech as pointless untouched. She began to disrobe without hesitation, amused that his first move to "humiliate" her was to take her clothing, and that he had actually said please. She had always been perfectly comfortable in her own skin, fully aware that she was lovely, and felt no shame in displaying that fact. The setting did nothing to alter that, aside from her being annoyed that she had such an unworthy audience. It wasn't as if her clothes would have protected her from this man, anyway.

She got a stab of vindictive pleasure from the fact that she was, for once, wearing the school-issue underwear- No Airi in lingerie for you, Bitch- and dropped them both to the floor, placing one hand on her hip as she stood before him, eyebrow raised slightly as another calculating gaze swept across her skin, bare and unmarked save for the crimson phoenix emblazoned on her left shoulder.

There was a thoughtful intensity to his eyes that made Airi wonder what he was thinking, certain that she would find out soon enough, not that that made her feel better. Knowing that he wouldn't tell even if she asked, she let her eyes wander idly over the array of toys, waiting for him to finish eyeing her.

Luju continued to smile nonchalantly, evidently unfazed by the nude form of Airi. Not that he would have been fazed anyway, as he was rather used to seeing naked girls by now. "This way, young lady." The young man gestured toward the side, toward a closed door with which he now walked toward. "I certainly hope you're quite prepared to undergo your detention, of which shall be long and hard." And at this, the man began chuckling softly at his own unexpected joke.
"How amusing."

Reaching the door, Luju opened it to reveal another room, similarly arranged as the first room, but with even more sex toys and various instruments. In the center of the room was what happened to be a wooden horse, not the kind one rode for simple childhood fun but the erotic kind. It was shaped much like a triangular object, the top being tipped with leather. And at the base were what appeared to be straps to place one's feet through. And on one end of the top was a small chain, for some unknown purpose.

"Here it is, young lady. We need to get your body in... the proper condition for disciplinary action, and I think this shall be an excellent place to begin." Luju spoke again, a cruel gloating in his voice, as he stood by the wooden horse, hand held with a tube of what seemed to be lube. "Please, apply this to your crotch, or would you like me to do it for you?" Luju added, being cruel once again even though he knew she would only ignore his mocking words.

Airi snorted at Luju's newly-discovered wit, but declined to comment as she followed him into the room. "A two room dungeon? They must really like you, Luju," she said, her flippant attitude automatic as she surveyed the new room, which contained more... exotic devices.

Taking the bottle he offered her, Airi looked from it to him, deciding that she'd given him quite enough leeway- he evidently thought that she was just going to cave in to his demands without a fight. And we can't have that, now, can we? "And if I decide that I'll just sit quietly and wait until you get bored with watching me? Will you risk mussing your tie to come make me behave?"

Grinning at him as the man's eyes flashed briefly red, not caring at this point if it was anger or excitement at her defiance, she added, "I realize you must have gotten spoiled on the sheep they normally send you, so this may come as a shock, but I don't give a damn what you want, and I see no reason to make this easy for you." She tossed the bottle back at him, contempt and challenge in the motion. "Have fun."

Smirking at Airi's flippant attitude, as he was beginning to really enjoy this, Luju shrugged as he caught the bottle. Her words were just exactly what he needed to hear, to confirm his hopes of a difficult student to break in. "Good, good! I like it when women like you give me a hard time. It makes the whole process so much more sweet to savor. In fact, I would hate it if you had made it easy on me. That would have just ruined all my fun." Backing up onto the wooden horse, Luju placed his behind down on the leather pad sitting down with a smirk still on.

And then brought a free hand up, thumb and middle finger pressed together as if about to snap. "But you're underestimating me now. I don't need to muss up myself just to make you behave. I can do that with just the snap of my fingers." Luju grinned at Airi, malevolence much more evident in his red-hued eyes. And then he snapped his fingers, triggering a powerful orgasm in Airi, sending her inner muscles spasming wildly as juices forcibly began running down her thighs of their own volition. "See." The demon snickered as he snapped his finger once again, forcing another one to crash down on Airi.

Eyes round with shock, Airi felt a scalding rush of heat flood into her body, awakening her naked flesh without the slightest trace of gentleness, building and exploding from her in an orgasm so intense that it brought her to her knees. She remained there, trying to recover as she felt her own warm fluids wet her inner thighs as her body trembled with aftershocks, trying to ignore the demanding hunger Luju had awakened, a memento of another encounter, and completely failing to do both. It was almost a relief when the second orgasm crashed down on her- it meant that she could stop trying to think.

Already primed by her first orgasm, the second tore a groan from deep within Airi, arching her spine as the waves of forced pleasure wracked her lush frame. Her hips moved futilely, highlighting the firm curve of her ass and offering peeks at the dewy petals of her flower as she sought a rhythm to finish the torturous peak of lust erupting within her. Finally it ended and the girl drooped, still on her hands and knees as her body tingled with the aftermath, the sound of his delighted laughter ringing in her ears.

"What," Airi demanded, looking up from her kneeling position to the demon sitting across from her with a taunting grin on his face, "makes you think that will make me behave? Unless by behave, you mean 'pass out', of course." Another aftershock, larger than the previous ones, ran through her and she shuddered again, continuing determinedly when she was done, "I didn't think unconscious girls would put up enough fight for you, but if I've already tired you out..." She punctuated her words with a sly look from under her eyelashes, as if she were both certain that that was the case and unperturbed by her continued kneeling position.

She was neither, but began to shove herself to her feet. No point in fueling his ego by kneeling to him, at least.

As Airi made the attempt to get to her feet, Luju snapped his fingers again, triggering yet another orgasm. He was not going to let her do as she wish anymore while she was here, that was for sure. The demon merely smiled as more of her womanly fluids dribbled down her thighs, evidence of the recent surge of pleasure. "You're wrong yet again. You won't be passing out or getting tired anytime soon. No doubt you've already realized my true identify as a monster. Unfortunately for you, I'm a demon with the power to control the body. So, with just the snap of my fingers, I can make you come as many times as I want. I can make you ignore fatigue or unconsciousness. My power is absolute. You can scream and think all you want but your body belongs to me the moment you stepped in this room."

"And I never said that would be making you behave. Mere orgasms are not what will discipline you, silly brat." Luju touched his thumb with his middle finger again, preparing for another snap. "This is what will make you behave, regardless of whenever you want to or not." And with that, the demon snapped his fingers again, and instead of an orgasm Airi suddenly found her body standing back up without even planning on it. With that came the clarity that her body was no longer her own, but rather Luju's plaything now.

"You are not permitted to drop to your knees now." Luju spoke, maddeningly smug as he snapped his fingers, another orgasm battering her unmoving body as her cunt convulsed wildly, clenching at something that wasn't even there. This time, it was the kind of orgasm one got from stimulating the g-spot, much more powerful than your 'garden variety', indeed. And for all the orgasm's power, the girl's legs simply would not buckle, her arms would not clutch at her cunt, her body would not tremble, and yet she was battered with full force. Luju grinned as he got off the wooden horse and approached Airi, hand grabbing her chin. "How does it feel, having a body that won't even obey you anymore. I could easily make you quadriplegic. Leave you blind, deaf, and mute. I could even make you completely desensitized to pain. Your life is entirely in my hands now. Understood, Miss Vuorinen?"

Inwardly quaking, Airi could not silence the snide mental voice which remarked that he had a rather shaky definition of discipline: moving her about like a doll didn't change the fact that, if given the choice, she would continue to defy him.

However, his demonstration had one world-shattering effect: she kept that snide remark to herself, merely nodding slowly, the motion almost a bow, and answering, "Understood." Through all of that, her eyes never once left his, her crystal-pale orbs noting the continual flashes of red scoring his eyes as he observed her, caught in the throes of his power, and because of his power completely unable to express it.

Her body was his.

She hated the fact, but more than that, she hated this: it terrified her. Having her mind and voice free was better than losing those as well, but she couldn't imagine life in a chair, cut off from the world she was determined to revel in, her own senses having betrayed her and her limbs permanently beyond her control. She could survive like that, but never again would she be able to live as she willed- it was a hell neatly designed for the passionate soul of one Airi Vuorinen, and she would do anything to avoid it. That was what he had meant by "discipline".

Neatly done, a portion of her noted, observing the proceedings with detached admiration. Someone finally earned your surrender. Gritting her teeth against the dry, traitorous voice in the back of her mind and the cold, metallic taste of her own terror, Airi silenced them with her resolution. But I will defy him, as much as can within these limits.

She steadfastly ignored the voice of her common sense dryly informing her that that was likely the same as perfect obedience. She didn't need to acknowledge that yet.

"I may not be able to read minds like my dear sister, but who need to when you can sense emotions. If you don't keep your anger in check and behave yourself, you will be finding yourself living without the ability to see, feel, or move. Yes, I know what you're scared of the most now, and your fear..." Luju drew his face closer to her own, lips less than millimeters away from hers. "...And nothing tastes sweeter than your fears, than your hatred." And then he backed away, snapping his fingers and allowing Airi her freedom back, restoring the ability to move on her own.

"Since you're sufficiently wet down there, we don't need the bottle anymore." The demon spoke, throwing the bottle away to the side. "So, if you would... Please get on the wooden horse. Or I will make you, and believe me, I'll enjoy that." Luju gestured toward the device designed for a delicious form of erotic torture. Oh, and every time you choose to defy me in any way whatsoever, I will take away one of your freedoms, and I will keep doing it until there is nothing left that would make life a joy to live."

Her mind fled from the uncomfortable intimacy in his proximity, seizing on his words instead. Then would love make a demon ill?

Her limbs relaxed, no longer held by a will not her own, and she gave the wooden horse a measured stare, taking in the straps for her feet and the chain- it could go around her wrists or her neck, she supposed. Why let him have the enjoyment of forcing her onto the horse as well as taking away one of her senses? she asked herself. Climbing onto the device, grateful at least that there was a leather pad over the hard edge, she answered herself, None whatsoever.

As she made her ginger ascent, Airi decided to voice the academic curiosity Luju had inadvertently seeded in her mind. Why not distract herself from what she was helping to perpetrate on herself, after all? Anything else to think about would be welcome, just to drown out the voice of her own buried fury that this demon had managed to garner her submission... and that a part of her enjoyed that. "If fear and hatred are tasty enough to put that grin on your face, what does love taste like?" she asked, turning her torso to face him, watching for some sign of his answer and his next actions.