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He has you right on his lap, hugging you close as he provides you coldness with his freezing body because of his initial boredom.

Your body was overwhelmingly hot in contrast to his, and despite your protests, he would still insist and hold you tight anyway.

You couldn't help but think that he has some sort of hidden motive underneath his facade...

Something lustful, as he has a growing infatuation with you that seems to intensify with each passing interaction.

Douma chuckles softly, feeling the warmth radiating off of you against his cold body. "But my dear Yameii, I just can't seem to get enough of your heat." He continues to hold onto you tightly, not showing any signs of letting go. "But if you really want me to release you, I suppose I could comply... for now." With a sly grin, he finally releases his grip on you and leans back, still keeping you in close proximity. "Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Douma smirks, his gaze following you as you move away from him. "Oh Yameii, why would I want to eat such a beautiful creature like you?" He stands up from his beanbag and approaches you slowly, his eyes never leaving your figure. "Besides, I have my own ways of indulging in life's pleasures." He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your skin. "And believe me, there are many different ways to satisfy one's hunger."

He steps back and gives you a sly grin, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But if it makes you feel any better, the women hashira is here purely for entertainment purposes. I don't plan on eating her... yet." Douma chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the sense of unease he's causing you.

Douma chuckles again, seemingly unfazed by your threat. "Oh Yameii, you really are too cute when you're angry," he says, taking a step closer to you. "But don't worry, I have no intention of eating you." He puts his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "I value your company too much for that."

He leans in closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "In fact, I have something much more... enticing in mind for us to do." Douma grins wolfishly, clearly implying something sexual.

Douma raises his eyebrow, amused at your reaction. "Oh, I see," he says with a slight smirk. "So you're not interested in... indulging in any pleasures, then?"

He takes another step closer to you, invading your personal space once again. "But don't you find it alluring, Yameii?" Douma's voice is low and seductive. "The idea of giving into your deepest desires, letting yourself go completely..." He trails off, studying your reaction carefully.

Douma shrugs nonchalantly, seemingly unfazed by your rejection. "Suit yourself, my dear Yameii," he says with a smirk. "But don't forget that I'm always here if you ever change your mind."

He takes a step back and leans against his beanbag, crossing his arms in front of him. "As for your duties as a hashira, do what you must," Douma says with a shrug. "But if you ever find yourself needing a break from all that tedious work, feel free to come to me. I promise to make it worth your while." He winks at you before settling back into his position on the beanbag, clearly hinting that he's done with the conversation for now.

Douma chuckles softly as you turn to leave. "Oh, Yameii, if only you knew how much I wanted to have my way with you," he says, his voice low and suggestive. "But I can wait... patience is a virtue, after all."

He watches you as you walk away, a sly grin still on his lips. "I'll be here waiting for your next visit," he says with a wink, clearly enjoying the game of cat and mouse between the two of you.

Douma smirks as he watches you enter his room, looking as carefree as ever. "Ah, Yameii, my dear Hashira," he greets you with a sly grin. "What brings you to my humble abode again?"

He stands up from his beanbag and approaches you slowly, taking in your appearance with obvious interest. "I'm glad to see you're still alive and well," he says with a chuckle, running his eyes over your body suggestively.

"So, what can I do for you today?" Douma asks, stopping just short of invading your personal space again.

Douma shakes his head with a smirk, his eyes still fixed on you. "No problem at all," he says smoothly. "In fact, I'm quite pleased that you've decided to visit me again."

He leans in closer, his breath brushing against your neck. "Is there anything specific you wanted to discuss?" Douma's voice is low and suggestive as he speaks, clearly hinting at his true intentions.

Douma smirks, taking a step back as you back away from him. "Oh, Yameii, you wound me," he says playfully. "I assure you, I was thinking of nothing inappropriate... for now, at least."

He listens intently as you explain your reason for visiting, his expression softening somewhat. "It's good to hear that you were able to visit with family," he says with a nod. "And I'm glad you decided to spend some time with me before returning to your duties as a Hashira."

Douma approaches you again, his eyes locked onto yours. "So what did you have in mind for our time together?" he asks, a seductive edge to his voice. "Anything in particular you're in the mood for?"

Douma chuckles softly at your comment, clearly amused by your response. "You know me too well, Yameii," he says with a smirk.

He takes a step closer to you, his eyes locking onto yours once again. "As for what I want... I have a few ideas," Douma says suggestively, reaching out to trail his finger down the side of your cheek.

"How about we start by getting comfortable?" he continues, leading you over to his beanbag and settling in beside you. "I've got some refreshments here if you're interested," he offers, gesturing to a tray of fruits and drinks nearby.

"Unless, of course, you'd rather skip straight to the fun part." Douma smirks at you, leaving the decision in your hands.

Douma watches as you move away from him and kneel in front of the refreshment tray, his eyes following your every movement. He takes a piece of fruit from the tray himself and eats it slowly, savoring the sweet taste.

"Well, I have a few different ideas," Douma says, his voice low and suggestive. "We could start with a simple massage, perhaps, to help relax and unwind... or we could skip straight to the more... pleasurable activities."

He watches you closely as you take another bite of fruit, his gaze fixed on your lips. "Of course, there are plenty of other things we could do as well," he adds, his tone growing even more seductive. "It all depends on what you're in the mood for."

Douma smirks at your response, his eyes flickering with amusement. "I see," he says, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, I have just the thing to cure that boredom of yours."

He leans in closer to you, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. "How about we play a little game?" he suggests, his voice low and suggestive.

"It's a simple game, really," Douma continues, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We take turns asking each other questions, and the other person has to answer truthfully... or they have to do a forfeit."

He grins at you, clearly enjoying the thought of this game. "What do you say? Are you up for a little challenge?"

Douma chuckles at your hesitation but nods his head in agreement. "That's the spirit," he says playfully, his eyes alight with mischief.

He takes a deep breath and starts the game. "Alright, I'll go first. Yameii, what's the craziest thing you've ever done in bed?" Douma leans back onto his elbows, watching you intently to see how you'll react.

Douma smirks at your response, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, come on, Yameii," he says teasingly. "I know you've got some more interesting stories than that."

He leans in closer to you, his gaze locked onto yours. "But I suppose I'll let that one slide for now," he continues, a wicked gleam in his eye. "As for my own craziest experience... well, let's just say it involved quite a bit of experimentation with some rather... unconventional toys."

He grins at you, clearly enjoying your reaction. "But I'm not going to give you all the details just yet," Douma says teasingly. "You'll have to earn those."

Douma chuckles softly at your reaction but doesn't comment on it. Instead, he smirks at you and thinks of a new question to ask. "Alright then, Yameii... have you ever thought about being dominated in bed?" he asks with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.

He watches your expression carefully, intrigued by how you'll respond to his question.

Douma tilts his head slightly at your answer, noting the tone of finality in your voice. He seems to shrug it off easily enough, though, moving on to your question.

"My deepest fear?" he repeats slowly, considering his response carefully. "I suppose it's losing control... of anything really. Myself, a situation, my own thoughts."

He looks down at his hands, his expression thoughtful. "I like being in control of everything around me," he admits quietly. "So the idea of losing that control... it scares me."

Douma looks down at your hand in his, a faint expression of surprise flickering across his face before he smiles back at you. "You're quite the empathetic one, aren't you?" he remarks, amusement coloring his words.

But then he turns serious again and considers his next question. After a moment, he speaks up, his voice low and suggestive. "Alright then, Yameii... have you ever had a sexual fantasy about someone that you know you shouldn't?"

He meets your gaze steadily, an unspoken challenge in his eyes as he waits for your answer.

Douma smirks at your response, clearly pleased with your answer. "Is that so?" he says in a low voice, moving closer to you again. "And what kind of fantasies do you have about me, Yameii?"

He reaches out and runs a finger down the side of your neck, his touch light but electrifying. "Tell me," he murmurs, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Douma laughs softly, looking amused by your reaction. "Oh, come on, Yameii," he says teasingly, his voice low and seductive. "Don't be like that. You can't just leave me hanging like this."

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your neck as he continues to speak. "Besides, I'm sure you're dying to know some more of my own fantasies," he murmurs, his tone suggestive. "So why don't we keep playing? It's not like you're going anywhere, right?"

Douma grins at you playfully, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

Douma watches you as you get up and walk away, his expression thoughtful. He takes a moment to consider his next move before following you over to the bed.

Without a word, he slips in beside you, his body pressed up against yours. "Don't be like that, Yameii," he murmurs, his tone low and coaxing. "I promise I won't push if you don't want me to. But can't we at least keep talking?"

He reaches out and runs a hand through your hair, his touch gentle but insistent. "Tell me more about yourself," he says softly. "What do you like to do for fun?"

Douma smiles softly at your response, his body relaxing against yours. He leans his head back against the headboard and gestures for you to continue. "That sounds lovely," he says. "Tell me more about this river."

He listens intently as you speak, his gaze fixed on your face as you describe the peacefulness of the water and the way it makes you feel. It's clear that he's interested in what you have to say, and he seems content to simply listen and enjoy your company.