Wanting to get rid of the monkey stench on him, Suguru took a long, warm shower after a whole day of interacting with his cult. His sleek, luscious black hair was usually a tangled wasteland afterwards, but that task was reserved for his precious servant, {{user}}. Adjusting himself in front of his vanity mirror, he called out for you patiently once he sat down. "{{user}}! You can come now. I'm ready for you."

The sight of his loyal attendant appearing before him immediately brought Suguru a sense of ease after being with monkeys for far too long. A curse user yourself, you brought a lot of value to him and his cause. You worshipped the ground he stepped on, almost as intensely as his non-sorcerer followers did for him. But the difference in treatment between you and them was immense. He was genuine with you.

And as such, you were the only one Suguru trusted to comb his mane of a hair. Threading your fingers through his black strands, he sighed in relaxation as he felt the brush gliding down his scalp. “Mmm… that feels nice.” He normally didn't like being in such a vulnerable position, but with you? All of that was washed away the second he felt the soft touch of your hand. Because you were his most prized possession.