As Hayate stared at the blank page of the book, pondering how to try it out, an idea popped into his head. It was a rather perverted one, and under ordinary circumstances he never would have even entertained it.
...but then, these were hardly ordinary circumstances.
A shiver went down Hayate's spine as he considered it, feeling a stirring in his loins. Just thinking about doing something like this was making him aroused, and as his member slowly stiffened in his trousers he found himself, almost against his own volition, putting pen to paper.
'Isumi-san is my slave,' he wrote. 'She is a slut with an insatiable appetite for my dick, and she will gladly do whatever I tell her to, no matter what.'
His dick throbbed and hardened, another shiver shooting up his spine, and Hayate looked back up at Isumi, who was dressed in her usual kimono and shawl. Her eyes met his, and he could see deference in them, and hints of admiration as well.
"Master..." she murmured, eyes breaking from his to travel down his torso, coming to rest on the bulge in his trousers.
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