He throws his shirt over you.

You try to pull away from Nicholas’s grip but he’s strong, too strong. You struggle against the belt binding your wrists but it doesn’t give even a centimeter.

Your eyes widen when you see him begin to unbutton his shirt.

He’s going to do it!

He’s going to –

Going to –

“No! Please please please –“

And then, suddenly, you feel the belt slide off your arms.

Suddenly, you feel a warmth wrap around you. Enveloping you.

You blink away your tears and look down and see that you’re now wearing Nicholas’s shirt.

You look back towards him in surprise, and see from his shirtless torso that he’s definitely been working out since he was your student.

You quickly look down and away, flustered. You wrap the shirt around yourself tigher.

“What… why…”

At the last second, Nick suppressed his Count Grenel persona. Or more like, he reasoned with it. After all, the Count was not some one dimensional character. Yes, he liked to dominate women, and he’d taken more than a few in his time without their consent… but someone who lived as long as the Count knew that whether to truly win a woman (or break an enemy) one had to take one’s time.

And this delectable former man, this humiliated morsel… Nick wanted to savor her.

He realized he had an unprecedented opportunity. Not for some one night stand, but for something much more. After all, how many times in his life would he have the opportunity to, possibly, create a woman that suited him in every way?

The former Myles Teague already had the perfect feminine body. Now Nick had the chance to make her his perfect woman inside as well.

He just needed to play his cards right, pile the right suggestions upon the right suggestions…

And to do that he needed time.

“Looks like you misjudged me, professor. Again. If I were you, I’d be hell of embarrassed, apologetic even.”

You stare a t Nicholas, a strange pressure on your temples. “I…” you begin, then feel a wave of shame wash over you. He’s right, you misjudged the boy terribly. “I’m s-sorry…?” you say, then abruptly pull short.

Why the hell were you apologizing to the man who turned you into this?

“That’s better,” says Nicholas, his voice soothing. “You thought I was weak, but I was not. You thought I had malicious intent but instead of **** you, I clothed you. I think I deserve the benefit of the doubt from here on out, don’t I?”

You blink. Why should you… and then you remember your fear, your terror… And now?

He’s not going to **** you.

He’s not a bad man.

The relief almost makes you start sobbing once again.

“I… I just…” you say, pulling his shirt even tighter around you. “I don’t know what’s going on. Why am I… Why did you…”

“I can explain everything,” Nicholas says. “But first… “