Others Summon Monsters But I Summon Humans

His mind went blank for a second as the words fully registered. He stared at Gina, mouth slightly open, like his brain had stalled somewhere between hearing her and understanding her. The room suddenly felt much quieter than before. Even the faint ticking of the clock on the wall seemed distant now, swallowed beneath the weight of what she had just said.

"You... want me to strip?"

The sentence came out slower than he intended, uneven around the edges. Half disbelief, half confirmation. Yuto blinked at her once, then again, as if repeating the motion would somehow rearrange reality into something more reasonable.

Gina nodded with a shy smile, the kind that made her look almost innocent if not for the intense gleam in her eyes. The contrast alone sent another wave of heat rushing straight to Yuto’s face before he could stop it. His chest tightened awkwardly, caught somewhere between suspicion and embarrassment as he stared at her for a second too long. That smile should’ve looked harmless. Soft. Sweet, even. But paired with the look in her eyes, it felt dangerously unfair.

How does she look innocent and completely aware of what she’s doing at the same time?

He swallowed once, suddenly very conscious of how warm the room felt

She tilted her head slightly, still smiling in that quiet, gentle way that only made things worse for him. "Don’t let the water go cold," she said softly. "You should strip."

Yuto hesitated, heart hammering against his ribs. He started to pull off his clothes, fingers clumsy from nerves. Gina simply watched, nodding in quiet approval with that same gentle, adoring expression.

"I can’t do it with you watching," he muttered, voice strained. "Turn around."

For a moment she just looked at him, that shy smile lingering. Then, obediently, she turned, giving him her back. Yuto let out a shaky breath and quickly finished stripping. He stepped into the steaming bathtub, sinking deep into the hot water. The heat enveloped him instantly, lapping at his chest as faint hesitation flickered in his mind. He was completely naked, vulnerable, and far too aware of every sound in the small bathroom.

The soft click of movement made his pulse jump.

Gina turned back around and approached the tub. She knelt gracefully beside it, the thin damp slip she wore clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her eyes—wide, adoring, and dangerously intense—locked onto him with that familiar yandere gleam.

"You’ve been working so hard, Yuyu," she purred, voice sweet like honey laced with obsession. "Let me take care of you tonight. Only me."

She rolled up the edge of her slip, revealing smooth thighs, and dipped a soft sponge into the steaming water. Starting at his shoulders, Gina washed him with deliberate slowness. Her fingers traced every muscle, pressing just enough to feel possessive. She leaned close, her breath warm against his ear.

"You’re mine, Yuto. Every inch of you."

Yuto’s breath hitched. The combination of the scalding water and her touch made his skin burn. Every stroke of the sponge was slow, intimate, and unbearably thorough. Gina’s free hand followed the sponge, gliding over his chest, mapping him as if committing every detail to memory.

He tried to sink deeper into the water, but there was nowhere to hide. Gina noticed, of course. She always noticed everything. A soft, delighted hum escaped her as she continued her work, moving lower with careful, possessive care.

"Relax," she whispered, lips brushing his ear. "You don’t have to do anything tonight. Just let me take care of you... like you deserve."

The steam curled around them, thick and heavy. The only sounds were the gentle splash of water and the steady rhythm of Yuto’s racing heart. Gina’s touch never faltered—gentle, yet unrelenting in its devotion. Every press of her fingers, every glide of the sponge, carried the same clear message.

He belonged to her.

And in that moment, with the hot water embracing him and Gina’s undivided, obsessive attention wrapped around him even tighter, Yuto found it harder and harder to remember why he had ever wanted to resist.

The sponge glided down his chest, leaving warm trails of suds that tingled against his heated skin. Gina moved with deliberate care, as if every inch of him was something sacred she alone had the right to touch. The sponge continued lower, teasingly skirting the edge of his abdomen while her other hand worked the back of his neck with firm, possessive pressure. When she leaned further across the tub to reach the other side, her breasts brushed against his arm. The thin, soaked slip clung transparently to her body, her nipples visibly hard beneath the wet fabric.

Yuto’s breath hitched sharply.

Heat flooded his face. He tried to stay passive, clinging to whatever dignity he had left in this vulnerable position. "Gina... we don’t have to—" The half-hearted murmur dissolved into a low groan as her free hand dipped beneath the water, stroking along his inner thighs with slick, confident fingers. The hot bath amplified every sensation, turning the gentle caress into something electric.

Gina smiled, soft and knowing. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her eyes never left his face, drinking in every flicker of reaction. The sponge moved in slow, sensual circles, grazing the base of his growing arousal again and again. Each teasing pass sent sparks racing up his spine. Blood rushed downward relentlessly until he was painfully, ragingly hard, throbbing visibly just below the rippling surface of the water.

Yuto’s mind spun. Part of him wanted to sink completely under the water and hide, but the rest of him was trapped by the overwhelming heat and her unrelenting attention. His body betrayed him completely, responding to her touch with shameless honesty. The steam curled thickly around them, making the small bathroom feel even more intimate, almost suffocating. Every splash of water, every brush of her skin against his, seemed magnified.

Gina’s gaze drifted downward. The moment her eyes settled on his obvious, aching erection, her expression transformed. Her pupils widened, darkening with raw possessive delight. A soft, satisfied breath escaped her lips, like she had just discovered a treasured secret.

"Oh?" she whispered, her voice thick with lust and triumph. "What do we have here?"

Without hesitation, her slender fingers wrapped firmly around his swollen cock, squeezing gently.

"Looks like Yuyu needs even more attention..."