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The girl is unconscious before him. Laying naked in her marble bathtub, she is a body collector waiting to be collected.
Kurapika stared at her as Light Nostrade frantically called for the family doctor, a contrasting response compared to the frightened father beside him.
He picked up the syringe that was floating in the lavender-infused blood-smeared water.
Just another day of Neon using recreational drugs. Kurapika was not surprised, the girl has been chronically bored since she lost her power.
"Calm down Mr Nostrade. Miss Neon will be conscious in two hours." He put down the syringe and leaned down to carry Neon out of the water.
"How can you be so calm, Kurapika!? I knew something was up when she didn't respond to my call or my knocks." Light stuttered. He has been paying extra attention to his daughter since they found her unconscious several times this month.
First of all, we should ban her from using these recreational drugs in the first place. Kurapika thought, but he kept it to himself.
"The drug she took takes effect for approximately four hours." he responded calmly before voicing his request, "Would you please help me drape a towel around her? I will carry Miss Neon to her bedroom."
Light Nostrade quickly grabbed a fresh towel and ran to his daughter. He slowly dried her body before draping her around with it.
"Be careful with my baby." Light commented. In the tense situation, he couldn't bother that his employee was carrying his naked daughter, only wrapped in a towel.
The distance to Neon's bed felt further than it actually was when the water that dripped from her feet left trails on the floor.
"We can leave her now Mr Nostrade, the doctor will arrive in an hour." Kurapika instructed as he laid Neon down on her bed. He tucked her in the blanket.
"Neon, oh Neon. You made papa's heart work extra harder today." Light rubbed his chest to ease his pain. He's already at the age where his organs didn't function optimally. And today, Neon's behavior just made it significantly worse.
Kurapika was following Light out of her bedroom before the old man turned around and stopped him.
"Don't go anywhere until she gains consciousness, Kurapika. Stay close to her and monitor her pulse."
"That won't be necessary, sir. She is just sleeping. Her condition is stable and I've got urgent work to do."
"Nothing is more important that my daughter's safety. I will not collect any documents from you today. Just make sure she is still breathing." Light asserted his command.
Kurapika sighed again. He locked the bedroom door as soon as his employer walked away. It was done not only to prevent other employees from taking glimpses of Neon in her fragile condition.
"Neon. You really caused us trouble today." He sat and pressed his forehead, talking to the unconscious body collector. He didn't care whether she would be irked or not if she heard him dropping the honorific. She couldn't hear him, anyway.
He gazed over her while reminiscing a story he once read when he was a child: A foreign tale of a beautiful sleeping princess, he waited for a prince to save her from her deep slumber. The Sleeping Beauty.
If the fairytale were real, the princess would be like Neon now. Cursed and unconscious.
But unlike the prince in the story, Kurapika didn't have the slightest intention to wake her up.
In fact, he prefers her when she's sleeping like this. In her quietness and beauty, without her harmless intention and harmful impact.
Crawling on top of her, Kurapika took off his shirt and pulled her blanket, revealing the nakedness beneath.
He could feel himself getting stimulated by the sight, feeling no shame nor revulsion from his desire. For him, in this state, she is just an object.
He did feel shame, slightly. It quickly diminished when he remembered she didn't feel any moral conflict when she played with his brethen's eyes, and never once she symphatized over the fact that they were plucked forcefully in despair. So, why should he?
Motions circled her nipple like candy, causing her to moan in her paralyzed state.
"Your body is mine. You hear it, Neon?" he whispered to her ears as he unzipped and spread her leg aside to feel her entrance through his excitement, rubbing her clitoris until she covered him in her liquid.
His burning scarlet eyes are reflected on her heart-shaped silver pendant, an ugly combination with the light-pink crystal ornament on it.
Their lips locked, giving him the opportunity to explore her mouth. It didn't take him long to get completely turned on. But he still wanted more.
So his tongue moved from between her lips to her neck, sucking her breast. Each moves made her unconscious body whimper.
He didn't need consent. It's not like she won't give it to him if she were conscious. Just like how he knew he didn't have to ask to know that her body was already inviting him in, judging by how drenched she was. Forget inviting, her body has begged. And if she were to abruptly wake up, she would beg for him to fill her before anything else.
He covered her mouth so the only sound echoing through the room was only the sound of their hips smashing in the most vulgar manner. In his mind, she'd already begged for him to go harder, to destroy her pussy completely. And he was proven right as she reached her climax first before he followed shortly while cursing her name inaudibly.
Only in a situation like this, he could be honest to himself, that he must admit he could relate to her sick hobby for once.