Not Sfw, Light Yandere, Non Consensual Voyeurism Into Consensual

not sfw, light yandere, non consensual voyeurism into consensual

neuvillette is a bit of a voyeur; human anatomy - and yours in specific - is still a mystery sometimes to him, and so he enjoys watching you.

it starts off innocent, before the two of you are entangled; watching you walk in the sunlight with your head tipped up with a smile on your face, the deep breath you take before a particularly ostentatious new drink at cafe lucerne, the sway of your hips. unfortunately, his position as chief justice means he also has plenty of opportunity for slightly less innocent voyeurism. he knows where you live; a peek through curtains whilst you’re spread out on your bed, the silhouette of you as you emerge from the shower all soapy and wet.

and it does not abate, even when he has you whenever he could want you. still, he asks you to strip slowly for him, glass of water in hand, so he can watch the movement of your body. still, he asks you to bathe in front of him; to soap your body, to watch you sink into the water, to clean yourself slowly and thoroughly whilst he sits beside his own claw-footed bathtub fully dressed with his teeth clenched and his cane in white-knuckled grip.

show me how you touch yourself, the chief justice intones when you are in his too-big bed. hands floating over you but never touching, pleasure taken from watching you come apart whining his name instead as he memorises every stroke, every pinch, every slow circle—

perhaps next time, he thinks, palming his cocks when you’ve fallen asleep in exhausted pleasure, he will touch you himself.

but . . . oh, he does so love observing mortals. and you most of all.