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Everyone knows dealing with a mad scientist is a bad idea, especially if the mad scientist in question was a prince with an ego enough to rival the Buddha's karma, and refuses to admit that he fucked up.
"A shock collar?!" Yaoji hisses and tugs on the insufferable object around her neck―a dog collar, a shade of red that matches Red Son's hair with a little bell that rests against her neck. It chimes with her every movement, and right now it was ringing up a storm. "Are you fucking serious?!"
The Bull Prince winces, rubbing his temples. Okay, fine, maybe he did fuck up, but did she have to be so loud about it?? His parents would hear for all he knew and then he'd be in more trouble.
Damn it. He really shouldn't have messed with his mother's little spell and curses book, especially not the ones she had in Heaven.
"Red!"
"Look, it's not that big of a deal!" The prince protests and refuses to look at her. If he did, he would notice that the collar suits her, and the idea of her wearing that alone and nothing else― "You're overreacting."
"Over― IT BURNS EVERY TIME I TRY GETTING IT OFF!"
As if to prove her point, her fingers hook under the collar, and a hiss escapes her when a zap noise is heard and she's forced to pull away, nursing her burnt fingers.
In a way, he really does feel bad about it. The spiral girl didn't need to help him with his experiments, but she offered to give him a mental boost, and he kinda fucked up.
But, as was always the case, Red would never say that out loud. Spiral girl would tell dragon girl, and dragon girl will tell the noodle boy, and as the heir of the Demon Bull King, no one needed to know of his weaknesses.
He did offer however, rather sarcastically, "Look, if I fucked the brains out of you would that shut you up long enough for me to fix this?"
Which is why they're here now, with spiral girl on his lap and Red unable to focus on anything but the silent prayer that no one would find them.
His nails dig into the tender skin of her hips, rutting his hips back and forth, as much strength as he could against her. Beads of sweat drip down the side of his face and his eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of her cunt that clamps around his cock in a way that makes a soft moan escape his lips.
The spiral girl has the audacity to laugh, even though she's in no better state herself, one hand stuffed into her mouth to keep her quiet and the other holding onto his shoulders, her nails scratching and leaving marks that'll earn him looks later.
The bell rings and rings continuously as her body jolts with his thrusts, and Red snaps open to stare in curious awe at the collar that binds her. It looks oddly fitting with her opened flannel shirt and the puppy patterned panties he tore off at some point. All she needed was a pair of puppy ears―
"Red!"
He looks back at her flushed expression, and bites her lip when she arches back into him, her grip on his shoulders weakening. His pace quickens, until he can feel her cunt squeezing him as she cums, stifling her whines of pleasure as she relaxes from her high.
The prince props her legs higher, his hands on her knees holding them apart as he slams home, chasing his own high as quickly as possible. He hisses as that feeling in his gut throbs, and he ends up cumming all over the spiral girl's stomach.
They stay like that for a few minutes, catching their breaths.
"You ruined my shirt."
"Shut up and get yourself cleaned up."