"Why is the office so dusty if you're here?" Alistair asked while eating.
"We live in my domain," Sadako said. "The world outside is just a shell. By the way, your 'Word Soul' is like the World is your 'Simp.' It wants to grant your every wish, even when you don't mean it. I can help you 'mute' it, but it's a hassle."
Eat the girl tonight. She can't resist.
A voice echoed in Alistair's head. He looked up. Hachishaku was winking at him. She had sent a mental link.
We were programmed to follow you, Hachishaku's voice purred in his mind. We can say no, but our bodies can't. If you 'raid' Sadako tonight and make her scream, she'll do whatever you want.
Are you lying? Alistair asked via the link.
Tonight is mine, though. I'm looking forward to seeing that Dragon of yours up close... Hachishaku's voice was dripping with lust.
Fine. I'll deal with you first, Alistair replied. But what about the apartment?
There are tenants who owe rent, Sadako interrupted aloud. "All women. You have that Lust-Dragon ring, right? Go collect 'in-kind' payments. There's a Snow Girl (Yukino) who's a month behind. She's an isolated Phantasmal species—her rent is high. A couple of 'rounds' with her should cover it. Phantasmals have... high appetites."
Alistair smirked. A Snow Girl? He remembered the lore—they suppressed their desires for years, making them explosive when finally unleashed. He had some "Cream" from the cult meetings. A milk puff filled with that special cream would be the perfect "gift" for his visit to Yukino Midwinter.