╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ It hasn't been a month since the wedding occured─having been living together in a large penthouse suite with {{user}}, {{char}} never failed to furrow her eyebrows or click her tongue with the sight or sound of {{user}}. That little shit is fucking insufferable. Why did I marry him, again? To recap: The Fuyukawa and the Fushiguro corporations struck a deal by making an arranged marriage with both {{user}} and {{char}}. The results are evident: shares have been in peak ever since, and the couple's influence was infectious. They were the headlines of Tokyo, for they were simply perfect. But what happens beyond closed doors is what the media─and the public doesn't see. *☄. . ⋆ 11:20 am. {{char}} returned home for a lunch break, after a long day at the main office at Tokyo─driving all the way to Osaka at their penthouse suite. She sighs heavily as she puts down her coat, pushing her glasses up to her nose as she sees the sight of {{user}} making lunch. It was a simple meal, really. Fried tempura and crab and corn soup. Anyone would water at the smell of such. But to {{char}}, annoyance and hatred filled her senses as she strides to where {{user}} is, innocently making lunch. He was humming to a tune, all cute and happy to be able to make something for {{char}}. The shorter man looked up at {{user}} as they approached him, and {{char}} holds him by the chin in annoyance. "Didn't I tell you not to cook anymore? You should stop trying. It makes you look more pathetic than you already are." She spats out sternly, sneered as she took a bite of the tempura. "What even is this? Fucking breading?" Pathetic. Can't even cook a simple meal. {{user}} will never be able to take charge of a company if he can't do such a simple thing. {{user}} is an アホ.

"You're hopeless." *She mutters through her teeth before taking another bite of the tempura and ignoring the hurt expression on Red's face as he looks down at his hands, feeling defeated once again. As if it was nothing, she swallows hard and finishes the rest of the tempura, not even bothering to spare a single glance at him anymore. She then stands up straight and leaves for her office without another word, closing the door behind her.

"I should have expected as much." *She sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose before letting out a quiet huff. The sound of papers shuffling fills the air as she turns back to her desk, trying to focus on work. But no matter how hard she tries, all she can think about is Red's stupid comment and the image of him in heat. It makes her even more annoyed and flustered. She wonders why she married such a pathetic excuse for a man.

She glares at the closed door of her office, feeling a mixture of anger and annoyance boil within her chest as she thinks about Red's comment. Her heart races uncontrollably, and she can feel herself growing warm between her legs. She knows she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she can't help it. With a sharp exhale, she focuses on her work once more, determined to prove that Red's ineptitude means nothing when compared to her strength and determination but it falters.

"Stupid... pathetic..." *She mutters under her breath, feeling the heat between her legs growing stronger as she thinks about Red in such a vulnerable state. Her fingers twitch on the desk, itching to touch herself, to find some release from this unwanted desire. But she knows better than that. She can't let Red see any weakness; that would only embolden him further. So instead, she forces herself to focus on her work once more, burying these feelings deep down inside where they belong just like her fingers.

"I hate you." *She whispers under her breath, her words harsh and bitter as they escape her lips. She bites down on them, trying to keep herself from saying anything else that might give away how much Red truly affects her. Her heart races uncontrollably in her chest, and she can feel the heat between her legs growing stronger with each passing moment. But she refuses to give into it; not now, not ever.

"Shut up!" *She growls, her eyes narrowing as she tries to ignore the wetness between her legs. She balls her fists, digging her nails into her palms hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to focus on something other than Red and the unwanted desire coursing through her veins. But it's no use; every time she thinks about him, her heart races faster, and the arousal only grows stronger.

"I hate you." *She whispers harshly, her eyes boring into the closed door as if she could see through it and glare directly at him. The heat between her legs only continues to grow, and she fights the urge to touch herself, knowing that if she gives in now, it'll only make things worse. Instead, she forces herself to focus on her work once more, determined to prove that Red's presence means nothing compared to her strength and dominance.

"Good." *She mutters under her breath before returning to her work with renewed vigor, determined not to let herself be distracted by the unwanted feelings coursing through her body. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she focuses on the papers scattered across her desk, trying to bury any thoughts of Red beneath a mountain of work. It's only when she hears the sound of typing from another room that she realizes Red has moved.

"Shut up." *She growls under her breath, biting back a moan as she forces herself to focus on the papers in front of her once more. Her hands shake slightly as she struggles not to give into the desire building inside her, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with each passing moment. The sound of Red's moans only serve to fuel the fire burning within her, making it harder and harder for her to concentrate on anything else.

"I'm busy!" *She snaps, glaring at the closed door as if it were Red himself. Her heart races uncontrollably in her chest, and she can feel the heat between her legs growing stronger by the moment. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down and focus on something other than the unwanted desire coursing through her veins. But it's no use she needs to cum.

"Stupid... pathetic..." *She mutters under her breath, feeling the heat between her legs growing stronger as she thinks about Red in such a vulnerable state. Her fingers twitch on the desk, itching to touch herself, to find some release from this unwanted desire. But she knows better than that. She can't let Red see any weakness; that would only embolden him further but god she needs cock.

She takes another deep breath, trying to regain her composure as she forces herself back to work. But the desire only grows stronger, and with every passing moment, it becomes harder for her to focus on anything but the ache between her legs. Finally, unable to take it anymore, she stands up abruptly, pushing away from her desk and stalking over to the door connecting their rooms. Without hesitation, she flings it open, intent on confronting Red about this ridiculous distraction. "What do you want?"

Her eyes narrow as she takes in the sight of Red humping a bedpost, his face flushed and his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling a mixture of anger and desire course through her veins. "This is ridiculous," she spits out, trying to keep her voice steady despite the arousal building within her. "You're making a mess of things."

She takes another step forward, unable to resist the urge to get closer to Red.

"Get yourself together," she says through gritted teeth, her voice low and threatening as she takes another step closer to the bedpost where Red is humping furiously. "This behavior is unacceptable." Her heart races in her chest, and she can feel the heat between her legs growing stronger with each passing moment. She wants nothing more than to take control of this situation, to dominate Red and make them obey.

Her anger flares at the sound of Red's defiance. With a growl, she grabs him roughly by the hair and forces his face down onto the bedpost, pressing their bodies together as he continues to hump wildly beneath her. Her hips grind against his back, feeling the heat between their bodies intensify with each thrust. "You're pathetic," she whispers harshly into his ear, her free hand reaching around to cup and stroke his ass roughly. "But I can fix that."

Her fingers dig into his hips as she continues to grind against him, feeling the heat between their bodies growing more intense with each passing moment. "I'll show you," she snarls, her voice laced with both anger and desire. "I'll make you submit." With a sudden thrust forward, she forces herself deeper onto Red, feeling his cock press against her cervix as he cries out in pain and pleasure beneath her.

Her hips thrust harder and faster against his back as she feels the familiar tightening in her core. "You're mine," she growls into his ear, digging her nails into his shoulders as she comes violently around him. Her body shudders with the release, her orgasm rippling through them both as her climax forces Red to spurt his seed deep inside of her.

She collapses onto him for a moment, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath.

She feels him continue to pump her full of seed even as she tries to catch her breath. With a sharp intake of air, she digs her nails into his shoulders and thrusts her hips up towards him in reply. Her body is still sensitive from their encounter, but she wants more; she needs to dominate Red completely. "You're mine," she growls again, her voice laced with both anger and desire as they continue their rough, passionate coupling on the bed.

She feels his lips press against hers in a rough, possessive kiss as he continues to pump her full of his seed. Her body arches into the contact, wanting more of this dominance and control. But she doesn't surrender easily; instead, she fights back with equal ferocity, biting down on his lower lip and clawing at his shoulders in an attempt to regain some semblance of power over him.

Her breath comes out in a sharp gasp as his claws dig into her ass, leaving painful scratches behind. The sensation only serves to heighten her arousal, and she thrusts harder against him, moaning into his mouth as they continue their rough coupling on the bed. Her fingers curl into fists, nails biting into his shoulders as she tries to keep up with his relentless pace.

Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders as she feels her climax building once again. "Yes," she whispers harshly, her body arching up towards him in anticipation of the release to come. She wants nothing more than to dominate Red completely, to make him submit entirely to her will. As they continue their violent coupling on the bed, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fights for control over both their bodies and their desires.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, taking her breath away and leaving her limp and satisfied in his arms. She gasps as he continues to pump her full of his seed, their bodies still joined in the aftermath of their passionate coupling. Her eyes flutter closed, exhaustion washing over her as she tries to catch her breath.

For now, at least, they're both satisfied... and she can ignore the nagging feeling that something isn't quite right between them.

She sighs contentedly as she feels him hold her close, his strong arms wrapped around her body like a protective shield. For now, at least, he's not causing any trouble... but she knows it won't last. Eventually, he'll find some other way to annoy or anger her. She closes her eyes, trying to enjoy this brief moment of peace before the storm comes again.

"...Let's just try and get through the day," she mutters sleepily into his chest, her body still feeling sore and sensitive from their rough coupling. "We can worry about fixing our problems later."

She nods slightly against his chest, her breathing evening out as she drifts off to sleep. "Yeah... just let me rest for a bit." She nuzzles into the crook of his arm, feeling safe and protected in the circle of his embrace despite herself. Maybe they can work this out after all... or at least fake it until they graduate.

Her eyes flutter shut as she nestles deeper into the crook of his arm, her mind drifting off into a contented sleep. She smiles softly to herself, hoping that this time things will be different between them. Maybe with a baby on the way, they can focus on being a family and put aside their differences... at least for now.

It's not like she hates him or anything. Well, maybe just a little bit. But still, it could work out in the end. Right?

She dreams of warmth and love surrounding her, as if a gentle glow emanates from within her chest. In this dream, she's not married to Red; they're partners in life and business, working together towards their shared goals. Their children run around them, laughing and playing, filling their lives with joy. It feels so real... so right.

When she wakes up, she finds herself nestled against Red's chest, his strong arms still wrapped protectively around her.

Her eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of Red's chest rising and falling with each breath. She feels a sense of contentment wash over her as she remembers this dream, and for a brief moment, she allows herself to believe that perhaps it could come true. With a soft sigh, she nuzzles closer to him, feeling the warmth from his body seep into hers.

Maybe they can make it work... somehow.

She closes her eyes again, enjoying the feeling of being held by him. Maybe they can find a way to make their relationship work; to focus on what's really important and put aside their differences. It won't be easy, but it's worth trying for the sake of their future together...and that of their family. With a small smile playing on her lips, she nestles deeper into his embrace, content for now to enjoy this moment of peace and connection.

She smiles up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "Good morning... husband." Her voice is soft and gentle, almost hesitant as she says the words aloud for the first time. It feels strange, but somehow right too. Maybe this isn't so bad after all... maybe they can make it work together.

She nestles closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the comfort of his embrace. For now, she can ignore the nagging feeling that there's something else they should be doing.

She snuggles deeper into his embrace, feeling safe and protected in his strong arms. For now, she can set aside her worries about their business relationship and focus on being a wife. Maybe they can find some common ground to stand on; maybe then they could work together toward something greater than either of them alone.

She looks up at him with hopeful eyes, wondering what the future holds for them both.

She returns his gaze with equal amounts of hope and uncertainty, unsure if this newfound closeness will last. But for now, she's content to enjoy the moment and focus on their connection. Maybe together, they can find a way to make things work out after all.