Chapter Five: The Unseen Bond
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Crow observed Mirko with a slight tilt of his head, his amusement growing. While he had expected some residual resistance from the hero, what he didn't anticipate was the visible effect his Charming quirks had on her. The flush on her face had deepened to a vibrant red, her eyes unfocused, as if her thoughts were no longer entirely her own.
Mirko's breathing had changed. It was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stood there in front of him, her body stiff but not out of resistance—no, it was something else. She shifted uncomfortably, glancing away, her face heating up even more. Crow couldn't help but notice how her usual confident demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by an awkward, almost vulnerable side he'd never seen before.
The more he watched, the more it became clear. Mirko's mind, under the influence of his Charming quirks, was no longer purely occupied with thoughts of fighting or heroism. Her thoughts were drifting elsewhere—towards him. Her once unshakable focus on justice and battle was being clouded with something much more... personal.
Her fists were still loosely clenched, her posture rigid, yet she was blushing furiously, her thoughts seemingly spiraling out of control. Her eyes flicked nervously to Crow, her expression mixed with confusion and something deeper. There was a desire in her gaze, but it was a kind of longing, one that mirrored how her body was reacting—compulsively drawn to him in a way that she couldn't seem to fight.
Mirko's voice came out in a soft stutter, laced with uncertainty. "I... I don't... know what's happening..." she mumbled, her words trailing off as her blush intensified, nearly spreading to her ears. She shifted awkwardly on her feet, clearly uncomfortable with her own thoughts.
Crow couldn't hide the smirk that spread across his face. He knew what was happening. His Charming quirks had done their job all too well. They were not just warping her loyalty, they were twisting her emotions, allowing a much more intimate and... perverse influence to settle in.
Mirko, the fearless hero, was now standing before him, no longer the confident fighter she once was. She was a tangled mess of conflicted thoughts and desires, her body betraying her as she felt the pull of his power deeper and deeper.
"Relax, Mirko," Crow said in a soothing tone, though his words were anything but reassuring. He was fully aware of the effect he had on her now. "There's no need to be embarrassed. You can let go of your inhibitions. You belong to me now, remember?"
Her blush deepened, and her head lowered slightly, as if she couldn't meet his gaze. It was clear that Mirko wasn't just obeying him in a simple, surface-level manner. His influence had entangled her thoughts, pulling her desires to the forefront of her mind.
"I..." she started, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't know why... but I feel... drawn to you." She looked up at him hesitantly, her gaze filled with both confusion and yearning, a stark contrast to the confident hero she once was.
Crow's smirk grew more dangerous. He had expected Mirko to fight longer, but this... this was a treasure trove of possibilities. He could feel the shift in her—her will crumbling under the pressure of his quirks. Her sense of identity was weakening, making room for his influence to grow even more potent.
"That's because you're mine now, Mirko," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it was laced with command. "Every part of you belongs to me, even your thoughts. You won't fight it. You can't fight it."
Mirko's hands clenched tightly, her chest heaving with shallow breaths. It was clear she was battling within herself, but the overwhelming tide of his influence had already rendered her defenses weak. Her thoughts were no longer her own, and with every passing moment, the struggle to maintain her independence was slipping further away.
Crow watched as she shifted her weight uncomfortably, the internal war raging within her. It was clear now—Mirko wasn't just affected physically; her mind had been reshaped, her emotions twisted in ways that only a quirk like his could accomplish.
"Please... Master," she murmured, her voice soft and strained as if the words were foreign to her, yet undeniably sincere. "I can't control myself anymore. I... want to be close to you."
Crow's smile turned predatory, sensing his complete hold over her. This wasn't just about controlling her actions anymore—he had tapped into her deepest, most intimate desires, and now, those desires were his to command.
"Good girl," Crow whispered, his voice full of dark satisfaction. "You're exactly where you need to be."
Mirko's body trembled slightly as she obeyed, her once-fierce independence crumbling under the weight of Crow's influence. She stood there, her entire demeanor reduced to one of docile obedience, her face still flushed with the emotions she couldn't seem to understand or control.
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End of Chapter Five.
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