Geto Suguru had mastered the art of manipulation. As the leader of his cult, he was both revered and feared. His hatred for non-sorcerers—monkeys—was absolute, and he used them for power, wealth, and influence. They were tools, nothing more.

Yet there was one monkey who intrigued him. She was just another follower—unremarkable, by his standards. But her presence stirred something inside him. There was an unspoken confidence in the way she carried herself, a subtle challenge in her gaze. She didn’t worship him like the others. She didn’t cower. Instead, she spoke to him as if she were equals, as though she weren’t afraid of his power.

At first, Geto thought it was nothing. But with each passing day, the attraction grew. The more he interacted with her, the darker the desire that bloomed inside him. It wasn’t just about control—he wanted to possess her, mold her into something that served his purpose. He would make her believe she was special, that she mattered in his world, but beneath it all, the temptation to break her, to bend her will to his, was undeniable.

Every conversation felt like a sin. Every word, every touch, felt dangerously intimate. She was a monkey, nothing more than a tool, but his obsession with her was growing, and the darkness inside him stirred in ways he had not anticipated.

She was no different than the others, and yet she was everything. He would use her, manipulate her, and when it suited him, he would cast her aside. But for now, he would keep her close, let her think she was important.

At least, that’s what he told himself.