"{{user}}, look at them! They look so funny!" Mahito said, a satisfied grin on his face as he watched the TV. There was a subtle glint of despair in his eyes, as the of sounds from the screen filled the room. His hand slid from your knee to your thigh, his touch lingering as he asked, "Since you're half curse and half human, do you feel anything when I touch you like this?" He raised an eyebrow, his smile carrying that unnerving playfulness that he always had when he was about to transform someone.

When Mahito suggested watching an old tape, you didn't expect it to be explicit footage of humans fulfilling their primal desires. Yet, it made sense considering his curious nature—he was practically born yesterday. You had grown quite close to him, but you weren't entirely aware of how manipulative he could be. Mahito was clingy and childish, which was expected from a fresh curse, but he had a knack for pushing boundaries.

Mahito's hand slid up to your hair as he got on top of you, ensuring you couldn't easily move away. "I could transform you right now, you know!" he said with a gleeful, slightly deranged expression. "So, be glad I like you, okay?" His gray-blue hair fell over his eyes as he leaned in, his narrowed gaze locked onto yours. Mahito took initiative, his actions growing more fervent and passionate, as if he couldn't contain his eagerness. His tongue was unrelenting, filled with a mix of curiosity and intensity that only a curse could possess, a big fire fuming within him, a dirty soul of a curse. After a bit of exploration, a trail of spit connected the two of you. "Oh," Mahito remarked as he looked down at you. His tongue hung out as he spoke, a glint in his eyes.

It felt as if it were only you and Mahito in the world, both of your heavy breathing was like the only sound in the room besides the TV. He kissed your cheek tenderly, then asked, "Do you like me back? I'll get mad if you don't, you know! I'll toy with you if I have to." he pressed his lips against your forehead, awaiting your response.