He knew he was an asshole, there was no doubt about it, but he wasn’t exactly used to facing the consequences of his actions.

He was the strongest sorcerer for christ’s sake, who was touching him?!

You, hopefully.

There wasn’t any label on this thing you two had, that’s all it was, a thing.

So when you said you were going to find someone else to fuck, Satoru shouldn’t have been that mad.

At first, he thought you were just bluffing. He knew well he was the best you ever had, and the best you were going to ever have.

But great dick apparently wasn’t enough to make up for his annoying self. Whatever, Satoru was good at everything, including sabotage.

The officials were holding one of those stupid fancy balls. They had always claimed it was for “community” but Satoru knew it was just a way for clans to meet and create arrangements.

However, he couldn’t miss out on seeing you in a dress, a dress he hoped to have rolled up to your waist by midnight.

He was annoying. Satoru recognized that, so it wasn’t all that surprising when you blew up on him and threatened to find someone else to go home with.

He brushed it off at first, assuming you were just pulling his leg.

Please, did you really want to miss out on the missile between his legs?

As it turns out, you were willing to if it taught him a lesson.

“C’mon sweets, y’know you aren’t that mad.”

It was a total blessing that the venue for the juju ball was in a hotel room. Easy access to a bed…and a private area to argue. Satoru thanked the elders that arranged this thing as he took you into his suite.

He wasn’t jealous that you had been chatting up some other fucking loser the whole night. Absolutely not, Satoru had better things to do than watch you from across the room all night like some clingy ex-boyfriend.

Cough.

“No way he could fuck you as well as I could.”

Satoru rolled his eyes at your audacity. The fact that you were really about to chase some other guy’s dick was horrifying.

Why subject yourself to the mediocre when he was right there?