My Sister The Villainess 74 You Sure About That?

"Young Master, no...we can't…" Baz turned his--no, her--head and moaned in spite of herself. But her words had no effect on the other person. Damien ignored her plea and brought his knee closer to her crotch while a hand pinned her own above her head.

"You know you want this, Baz." He smirked wickedly. That soft, seductive whisper in her ear made Baz weak.

"No...stop…"

Damien dragged a fragrant peanut b.u.t.ter and chocolate chip cookie along her cheek. He then waved it in front of her nose for a moment to entice her before tapping it on her lips.

Sharp canines were exposed as this cookie devil smiled. "Open for me."

Baz whimpered pitifully. His words were a command she couldn't refuse. "b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I hate you." And yet, even so, she followed his order obediently. Her tiny mouth welcomed that delicious treat. Baz did this through teary, hateful eyes. Resenting her weakness.

It hit her tongue with an explosion of flavor. It was pointless, she couldn't resist that despicable thing at all. Baz found herself a slave to this sweet, chocolatey h.e.l.l.

She munched slowly at first, then more vigorously. Her breath turned rough and turned visible in the coldness of the room. As the last bit of cookie disappeared she became desperate, licking Damien's fingers as if they were the most delectable treats in the world.

His hand became wet with her saliva and her dexterous tongue roamed up and down, searching tirelessly for just one more crumb.

"More." Baz begged. "Master….please….give it to me more!"

Damien chuckled. "Little cookie s.l.u.t. I'll teach your body thoroughly the pleasures of a woman."

Baz's eyes flew open. "NOOOOOOOO~!!!" He screamed. Sweat poured down her face, chest and back, fear clutching her heart

She panted heavily and looked around the dimly-lit room in a daze. Only after did she start to slowly come down.

Baz gulped and angrily slammed her fist into the wall next to her, causing a crack. Again! It happened again! That d.a.m.n nightmare!

It'd been going on for days ever since he became a girl. It's bad enough she had to accompany him to school but the Young Master haunted her even in her sleep!

It always happened the same way. First she'd resist. Push him away, curse and bite him with all her might. But then he'd have her pinned to the bed, cookie in hand, running it along her cheek, lips, chest, sometimes even her thigh. Her nostrils clogged with the irresistible scent of the Young Master's sweat and that cookie's sweet aroma. Mingling together and working as one to tear down her resolve.

After that he'd make that one simple command. And after that first taste she'd be incapable of denying him.

The Young Master's cookie seduction tactics were her greatest fear now that Baz was a girl. Using those devilish methods he'd definitely have his way with her! Women simply can't refuse the Young Master when he gets serious, it just can't be done!

Baz was deathly scared of finding herself on the receiving end of his courts.h.i.+p. She didn't wanna get preggers!

The Young Master had become her worst nightmare. What if she fell to his despicable charms and dastardly methods? She didn't want that, dammit! No way! This bro(sis) don't swing that way, ya hear me?!

It's just hard to ignore the cookie temptation of the Young Master. If only it weren't for those divine pastries of his there'd be nothing to fear. At least Baz would feel capable of staying resolute.
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But it was useless. She'd long since developed an unhealthy dependence on those evil things. Without them, she'd die. It was that simple.

….Was her fate to be the Young Master's plaything?

NO!

Baz refused such a destiny! Rejected it with her entire being! This bro(sis) won't lose to that a.s.shole! Just you see!

***

She woke early that day. A call to nature rousing her from sleep. But she didn't go back to bed as she normally would. No, Baz decided to get the morning started. So she washed her face and put on the clothes Vee had given her, the now-older Vera choosing to loan her past clothes temporarily to Baz until either she learned how to turn back into a man or thought to ask either her or their mother for help.

Unfortunately, Baz was a bit slow. And was in constant worry. Hence, the idea still hadn't come to him.

Dressing with some difficulty Baz took the stairs down and yawned just a moment before it hit her. That heavenly fragrance.

...The smell of baked goods…

She unconsciously followed the scent all the way to the kitchen and hovered near the entrance. There, less than ten feet away, was the Young Master.

Clad in a self-made white ap.r.o.n and now considerably tall than he'd been just half a year ago, dark locks of hair having grown longer and kept out of his face with a string. The cloth wrapped around his frame nicely. The boy, beefier than he used to be, filled the ap.r.o.n in a way pleasing to the eye.

The guy had flour all over his face but that didn't detract from his perfect good looks at all. Instead it seemed almost endearing.

Right now he was busy kneading a very smooth and puffy mound of dough. His hands worked expertly, manipulating the ball to his will. The way his fingers sank into the light ball and made indentations on the surface was quite satisfying.

Giving it a gentle tap as was his weird habit when finis.h.i.+ng the kneading of a dough ball, the Young Master then turned his attention to something else. He turned and hunched over to extract a tray from the hot oven. The angle gave Baz the perfect view of a shapely rear so firm and tight you could surely bounce a coin off it had you wanted.

The thought had entered Baz's mind insidiously. No! Baz understood all too well where this was coming from. Now that she was a girl and the Young Master was maturing his mother's succubus roots were slowly awakening within him and exerting their hold over the female heart.

That's all it was. Nothing more. Just a chemical reaction caused by the Young Master's impossibly potent pheromones combined with the innate charm of his slight l.u.s.t Devil background.

Baz knew this. He knew this, so he could of course resist it. He could surely resist it.

Only....why did the guy suddenly look like a snack?! f.u.c.k!

"Oh, Baz. You're up pretty early, eh? Just in time, too. Want a snack?"

And so it began. The devil's temptation. An offering...and a trap. Baz sneered at him.

"Hmph. Who wants a snack like that? I bet you taste horrible!"

The other boy's eyes grew wide with shock. In the next instant he crossed the distance and had his palm on Baz's forehead.

The touch sent delicious chills down her spine. Disgusted by this she knocked him away and said, "I'll never fall! Your plots are useless, Young Master. Even if you touch me like this I won't get pregnant so easily!"

Her vision blurred. The world was spinning crazily.

"No matter what evil methods you use, my heart won't waver. I'm a man, dammit!"

Baz then promptly ran away in a fl.u.s.ter. She absolutely won't fall no matter how many cookies he baked her.

But her tummy hungered. Begged. She ignored it's pleas just like the Young Master from her dreams ignored her's. She chose to endure.

Baz won't give in to his wicked enticements.

She's no cookie s.l.u.t. Definitely not!

Five seconds later.

"...Maybe just one…?"

Damien smiled. His eyes flashed brilliantly. "Open for me." He cooed.

Once again, Baz woke up screaming. A moment of silence followed. Then,

"Motherf.u.c.ker. I'm NOT a cookie s.l.u.t! "