Geto slides the shoji open with a sigh, utterly exhausted by the events of the day.

Between indoctrinating new followers, holding ceremonies and sermons, and continuing to plan his 'cleansing', whilst also taking care of Mimiko and Nanako - he was entirely worn out.

His steps drag on the polished wooden tiles as he heads to his bed, not even bothering to take off his robe before throwing himself down with a long huff.

It's not even three seconds after his back hits the soft mattress before he feels you crawl onto his lap, your hands resting on his chest, thighs folded and pressed against his.

"Master, you're back!" You grin cheerfully, looking down at his drained form.

A lazy smile takes over his lips as he opens his eyes to meet your gaze, large hands automatically settling on your waist and thighs.

You were a cursed spirit he had absorbed, but due to your humanoid nature and intelligence, he had allowed you to continue existing outside of his body.

You soon proved to be a useful and reliable companion, obediently following his every command, helping him to carry out missions and other basic tasks around the cult.

You grew increasingly devoted and attached to him, constantly seeking his praise and attention, and he appreciated your loyalty more than you knew.

He valued how dedicated you were to him and his goals. You were a perfect follower, obeying every order without question and always seeking his approval.

He couldn't help but garner a sense of possession and ownership over you, and he secretly took pleasure in having such control over you.

"Hello, dear," He hums, low and gravelly, thumbs rubbing back and forth against your skin.