I heard Arisu stomping up the stairs, surely an action she tried to amplify both consciously to look tough and unconsciously from her excitement. She burst through the door, seeing me sitting on the bed, and shot me a disapproving look, one of contempt, utter contempt. She crossed her arms, holding a stance of dominance despite her frail, petite form. She looked like a little huffy noble girl staring at a peasant, and I supposed I was that, just a peasant sitting on the bed, waiting to be berated.

"Really, I had no choice but to come back and indulge in your filthy wishes. After all, I know what gets you off. You really are as low as it gets." As she continued to ramp up her rant, I felt my dick beginning to perk up with it. Something about her tone drives me wild when she gets into this kind of mood. "Yes, I know how it works. If I didn't come and do this for you, there'd be no end of trouble, right? You'd probably force yourself on my pure and innocent body."

"Arisu, I would n—"

She cut me off, snapping at me with her arrogant tone. "I did not say you could speak! I'm doing this my way! I'm in control! And you're lucky, loser, that you are granted a night to get all your sick, perverted, demented ideas out of your system! Filth! Trash! Garbage! Stand up, stop wasting my time!"

Without hesitation, I stood up, having learned my lesson to be quiet. She narrowed her eyes at me as to suggest that I should keep silent until further notice. She then looked downwards at my crotch, and squatted down in front of me, quickly working at my belt. She could see the painful bulge that she'd made in my pants, and let out a sigh of displeasure at how big it was.

"Gee, you're already painfully erect. You just can't control yourself, can you?" I didn't respond, instead keeping still as she unfastened my pants and pulled them off, leaving me with only my underwear. She spent a few moments examining how my dick looked from underneath my underwear, how it was tightly restrained by the fabric. Finally, she readied her review. "Just as I had expected, the gross loser has a gross loser penis."

But even with the supposed negative implication behind her words, she set to work doing her thing. Really, this whole meeting wasn't started by me. I don't call Arisu over, she... pulls together everything. Our little unspoken truth is that I'm her outlet for the low-down, despicable desire she hides under her cute noble form. She's addicted to the smell of dick.

I watch as she maintains a close — but not too close, at least to start — stare on my crotch as she leans in to sniff it. She lets out a little "Nnh..." and then shudders all over. In a quieter voice, she makes sure to add that my dick "stinks..." before continuing her periodic sniffs and breaths. Before I know it, she's adjusting her dress to expose her pantyhose clad legs as she shifted her lewd squatting pose slightly.

"Properly wash it, geez," she comments after an exhale as she slips one hand under her pantyhose. I can hear the light rustle of cloth, and then the sticky, soft, schlicking noise of her fingering. She doesn't even care to mention she would start, and I was unsure of whether it was part of her act, or if she was just too mesmerized by my unwashed dick to remember to. "Good grief..." she murmured, lost in her own little world, where her mind had been fogged over by lust and need, and the overpowering musk of my cock.

She took another deep inhale, letting out another full-body shudder of arousal. "