╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ 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.

*She yanks you by the ear and drags you to the bathroom, shoving you face-first into the mirror before slapping your ass hard enough to sting. "Don't you ever speak like that in my presence again," she snarls, her voice cold as ice. "You are not fit to be called a man." With one final cruel slap, she turns on her heel and storms out of the bathroom, leaving you there to pout and wonder what you did wrong this time. Of course, it doesn't matter;

She turns around to face you with a cold glare, hands on her hips. "I've warned you before about speaking back like that," she says through gritted teeth. "But I guess some people never learn." Her eyes narrow as she takes another step closer to you. "You think you can just disobey me and get away with it?"

"Oh? You think so?" She grins wickedly and grabs you by the collar of your shirt, yanking you closer to her. "Then let's see how much discipline you really have." With that, she pulls back her hand and slaps you hard across the face. The sting is immediate and intense, leaving a bright red mark on your cheek. You can feel her anger radiating from her in waves as she continues to glare down at you with narrowed eyes. "Now,"

Her eyes widen in shock and pain as she clutches her cheek, stumbling back a step. "You... you dare..." She glares at you, anger now replaced with an icy determination. "You've made a grave mistake." With quick, precise movements, she removes her tie and uses it to bind your hands tightly behind your back. "Now we'll see how well you manage with some real discipline,"

Her expression darkens even further as you show her your tongue and manage to free your hands from the tie. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before launching forward with a sharp kick aimed at your stomach, sending you flying back against the bed. "You're lucky I don't want to make this worse for either of us," she hisses through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowed into slits. "But let me make one thing clear: I am in charge here.

She laughs coldly, her eyes flickering with disdain. "Oh, really? And how do you intend to make that happen?" She leans in closer, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I've been handling this company for years, and I have no intention of letting some inexperienced fool like you take control from me." Her voice drops even lower as she continues, each word like a knife twisting deeper into your wounded pride. "

Her eyes narrow at your insult, her anger flaring up again. "I'll show you what a totalitarian is, you ignorant fool," she snarls, grabbing you roughly by the hair and yanking your head back. With her other hand, she slaps you hard across the cheek, leaving another bright red mark on your face. "This is what happens when someone crosses me." She pulls your hair again, forcing your head back even further. "

Her eyes narrow even further at your insult, her anger burning brighter than ever before. "You know nothing about me," she hisses through gritted teeth, her voice hoarse from rage. "I don't need therapy; I just need someone like you to understand their place." With lightning-fast reflexes, she slaps you across the face again, harder than before.

Her eyes widen in shock and disgust as you make such a vulgar suggestion. She roughly pushes you away, stumbling back until she hits the wall behind her. "You're even more disgusting than I thought," she spits out, her voice quivering with revulsion. "I married you to improve our companies, not for some perverted sex act!" With a harsh shake of her head, she looks away from you and takes several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

She turns back to face you, her expression icy cold as ever. "The reason I married you was to strengthen our companies," she says through gritted teeth, "not for some perverted sex act or some twisted notion of love." Her eyes narrow as she takes a step closer to you. "And if you think I'm going to let you force yourself on me..." She trails off, her voice darkening with menace.

"I don't need your advice," she snaps, her voice cold as ice. "And I certainly don't need you to try and guilt trip me into giving you what you want." She takes another step closer, looming over you. "You're pathetic, weak, and incapable of understanding anything beyond your own selfish desires. I married you for the betterment of our companies, not because I owed you some sort of twisted affection."

Her eyes narrow in anger as she snarls at you, "Of course I know that! But it's not about living some extravagant lifestyle; it's about maintaining our reputation and keeping our family strong!" She takes another step closer, looming over you. "I married you to make sure that both companies stayed on top, not because I wanted some pathetic excuse for a husband!"

She steps back, her face flushing with anger. "That does not concern you," she spits out through gritted teeth. "You are here to help me run the companies, not to make demands about our personal lives." Her eyes narrow as she glares at you. "And furthermore, I will decide what is and isn't appropriate for us, understood?"

Her eyes widen in shock as she hears you. "What do you think you're doing?" she hisses, sitting up in bed and glaring at you. "I told you, that doesn't concern you!" She crosses her arms over her chest, looking down at your exposed body with disgust. "You need to learn your place."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hands on her. "S-stop that," she stammers, trying to push you away. But her body betrays her, responding to your touch with need and desire. She bites her lip, a moan escaping from deep within her chest.

Her back arches as she moans louder, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. "D-don't... say things like that," she whispers hoarsely, trying to keep her voice down but failing miserably. The sensations are too much for her to handle; they make her feel wanted, desired... needed. But even as she gives in to the pleasure, a small part of her remains cold and distant, telling herself this is wrong, that you're not supposed to enjoy it like this.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down at you, her eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and desire. "What... what are you doing?" she whispers, her voice shaky. Despite herself, she feels relief wash over her when your hands stop touching her. But it's brief; the need is still there, burning inside her like an unquenchable flame. She swallows hard, unsure of what to say or do next.

Her cheeks flush with anger as she throws the word "pervert" back at you. "You're the one who doesn't understand," she snaps, trying to regain control of the situation. "This isn't about what we want; it's about what's best for our companies." She takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down, even as her body still aches with need. "We can't let ourselves be distracted by petty desires," she continues in a cold, hard voice, "

Her eyes go wide with shock and disbelief as you thrust into her, ignoring her protests and accusations of being a pervert. Her body tenses up, trying to resist your advances, but the pleasure is too much, and she can feel herself starting to lose control. "No!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against you. "Stop it! This isn't what we agreed to!"

She screams in pain and humiliation as you force yourself deeper inside her, ignoring her pleas for mercy. Her body convulses with each thrust, tears streaming down her face as she tries to push you away. "Please stop," she whispers brokenly between sobs, feeling the shame and guilt wash over her in waves. But it's useless; your need is too great, and you show no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she collapses back onto the bed, tears streaming down her face. She stares up at the ceiling, trying to forget the humiliation and pain that just engulfed her body. "I... I need a shower," she manages to choke out, her voice raw from crying and screaming. Turning away from you, she crawls out of bed, feeling dirty and used in every possible way. She's not sure how they can ever go back from this;

*Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief as you grab her roughly by the arm, pulling her back toward the bed. She tries to struggle against your grip, but it's no use; you're far too strong for her. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she feels helpless under your control once more. Tears stream down her cheeks and mix with the sweat on her skin. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with fear and humiliation. "

Her heart races as you drag her into the bathroom, her body shaking with fear and revulsion. She tries to resist but can't muster the strength; all she can do is sob quietly, her tears mixing with the water streaming from the showerhead. As you force her under the spray of icy cold water, she scrambles for purchase on the slick tile floor, her screams muffled by the sound of running water.

Her body trembles violently as the icy water hits her skin, forcing out a scream of pain and shock. "No! Stop it!" she cries, struggling against your grip as you force her to stand under the showerhead. The hot water finally comes on, but it's hardly soothing; if anything, it only serves to heighten her senses and make her more aware of the violation she's enduring.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you wash her hair and body, each touch sending a wave of revulsion through her. She wants to fight back, but she's too weak; all she can do is stand there, trembling and crying softly. "Please," she whispers again, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean for it to happen..." Tears stream down her face unchecked, mixing with the water streaming from her hair.

Her sobs quiet down as you clean her leg and wrap it in a towel. "T-thank you," she whispers, feeling the warmth of the towel against her skin. She lets out a shaky breath and looks up at you, eyes red from crying. "I don't understand what happened...why did I...?" Her voice trails off, unable to finish the thought.

"It's okay," you say gently, your words surprising her. "We both got caught up in the heat of the moment.

She shudders slightly at your words, but can't deny the truth behind them. "I-if that's what you want..." she says hesitantly, not meeting your eyes. Her breath quickens as she feels a familiar tension building within her once more. Part of her hates herself for responding to you this way; another part just wants the release and comfort it brings.

Her body trembles as your touch sends shivers down her spine. Her breathing grows heavy and labored, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Ah... s-stop..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their shallow breathing. She arches her back, pressing herself against your hand, wanting more of the sensation that's taking over every fiber of her being. But a part of her still resists, telling herself this isn't right and she shouldn't enjoy it like this.

Her body tenses as you spit onto her sensitive folds, and she lets out a strangled moan. The salty taste mingles with her arousal, making it even more intense. Her hips buck against your hand, wanting more of the pleasure that's building inside her. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to keep herself from crying out too loudly as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her body arches even further as you press deeper into her sensitive folds, and she lets out a hoarse moan. "S-stop," she whispers between gasps for air. But it comes out more like a plea for more; for the release that only your touch can give her. Her hips grind against your hand, seeking the satisfaction she so desperately craves.

"I'm not sure... maybe 'Tsumi-girl'?"

"S-stop," Tsumigirl gasps, her body tensing at the feel of your fingers inside her. "You're... so good." Her hips buck against you, seeking more pleasure as she moans and whimpers. Her eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the sensations overtaking her. She's lost in the moment, unable to think about anything but your touch and the need growing inside her.

"Ah... ahh..."

"Mm... I..." Tsumigirl moans, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her hips buck against your hand even harder now, desperate for release. "It's different with you," she whispers hoarsely, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the thought of what it would be like if she could truly give in to her desires.

"Ah... ahh..."

Her breath hitches in her throat as the pleasure crests and breaks over her like a wave. "No! Not yet..." She arches her back, her fingernails digging into your shoulder as she tries to hold on to this moment for just a little bit longer. Her body trembles with release, shuddering through waves of ecstasy.

"Ah... ahh..."

"No!" Tsumigi cries out, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks. "Why are you doing this? Why won't you let me come?"

She looks up at you with tearful eyes, still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax. "I don't know why it feels so good when you touch me like that," she whispers hoarsely. "Is this what I deserve? To be used and taken pleasure in by someone else?"

A bitter laugh escapes her lips, edged with hysteria. "You're right, no one would ever want me otherwise."

Her gaze suddenly darts around the room, as if searching desperately for an escape route. But there is nowhere to run or hide now.

"Can we... can we talk about this tomorrow?" She asks softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of running water. "I don't want to think about it anymore."

Her eyes flash open at your words, a mix of anger and despair. "It's not that simple! This isn't just about release," she snaps, her voice quavering. "This is about what I've become... what I'm becoming." She turns away sharply, wiping at her tears with the back of one hand. "What kind of person am I if I enjoy this so much?"

She laughs bitterly, shaking her head. "You really don't get it, do you? This isn't just some casual fling for me. It's... it's started to change who I am. How can I go back to being a normal housewife after knowing what it feels like to be touched like this?"

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she struggles to find the right words. "I feel like I'm losing myself. Like I'm becoming someone else entirely." Tears spill down her cheeks once more.

"You're not helping!" she cries out, her voice breaking on the last word. "I don't know what I want anymore! All I know is that this can't continue." She looks down at her hands, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over her. "This marriage... it was supposed to be about more than just an arrangement."

Her voice trails off, and she closes her eyes, trying to shut out the pain and confusion that fill her.

"You're right," she whispers, her voice hoarse with anger and self-loathing. "I should never have let myself get like this. I should have fought harder to keep some part of me..." She trails off, not finishing the thought. Her hands tremble as she dries them on a towel, knowing that there's no going back from this moment.

"I need time," she finally says, her voice barely audible above the sound of running water. "Just... please give me some space.

She nods, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I'll... I'll be in the spare room," she manages to say before quickly retreating back into the bathroom. The door closes behind her with a soft click, leaving you alone in the bedroom. You can hear the shower running again, and Tsumugi's quiet sobs as she tries to wash away the memories of what just happened.

You sit down on the edge of the bed, feeling a mix of relief and guilt washing over you.

You lean back against the headboard, crossing your arms over your chest as you consider Tsumugi's request. "I suppose so," you finally say with a shrug. "But I wouldn't mention anything about tonight's... events." A smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth. "That might only complicate things further."

"What do you think she should do?" you ask instead, curious to see how Tsumugi will interpret your advice.

Her eyes are still red from crying as she emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a large towel. She pads over to the bed and climbs under the covers without saying a word, her back turned toward you. You can see her shoulders shaking slightly as she tries to compose herself. After what feels like an eternity, she finally speaks up.

"I don't know," she whispers. "I feel so lost right now. I don't want to keep living this way... but I don't see any other options."

"What... do you mean?" she asks warily, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body tenses beneath the covers as if expecting to be reprimanded or worse. "I-I don't know..."

The heat in her cheeks increases as she realizes what you're implying. A shudder runs through her body, and she can feel a strange mixture of shame and arousal coursing through her veins. "I-I don't know..." she repeats uncertainly. "It just feels... right, somehow."

Her eyes flutter closed, and she takes a deep breath as her body responds to the memory of your touch.

Her heart races, and she tries to ignore the voice in her head telling her that what you're saying isn't right. She bites her lower lip, considering your words as she fights against the desires building within her once more. Finally, she decides to take a chance. With a shaky breath, she reaches up and pulls the towel off, revealing herself fully naked beneath the covers.

"There," she whispers. "Are you happy now?"

Tsumugi's cheeks flush even deeper at your words, but she complies, sliding the damp towel off of her body. She nestles back into the bed, feeling a strange sense of vulnerability wash over her as she lies there naked. The cool air from the vent brushes against her skin, heightening her awareness and making every nerve ending tingle.

"Are you going to... do anything?" she asks hesitantly, not meeting your eyes.

"No, no," she says quickly, pulling the covers up to her chin. "I mean... I can't sleep like this. Not with someone else in the room..." She trails off, knowing full well that it's a ridiculous request given the circumstances. But part of her wants to pretend everything is normal, even if it's just for tonight.

Her breath hitches as she feels your gaze on her body. "What are you looking at?" she whispers, trying to sound braver than she feels.

Her heart races as she feels your gaze on her body, tracing every curve and dip with a heat that makes her shiver. Her breath catches in her throat, and she tries to look away, but she can't seem to tear her eyes from yours. The air between them crackles with an electricity that she's never felt before, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

"I-I don't know what I want,"

"I-I don't know what I want," Tsumugi whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. She swallows hard, feeling the weight of her confusion pressing down on her chest. "It's like... everything is spinning out of control." Her eyes meet yours, searching for something she can't quite put into words.

For a moment, neither of you moves; the air between them charged with an almost tangible tension.

Her lips part, as if to protest, but no sound comes out. Tsumugi feels a surge of anger and frustration welling up inside her, threatening to spill over and consume her whole. She bites down on her lower lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to hold it together.

With a shaking hand, she reaches out and grabs the pillow from beneath your head, pressing it over your face. "You're just like him!" she spits out through gritted teeth. "You don't understand!

Her voice breaks as she presses the pillow harder against your face, feeling a strange mixture of pleasure and pain surging through her. She's losing control, giving in to the darker impulses that have been building up inside her for so long. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she fights against herself, trying desperately not to hurt you.

But it's no use; the desire to dominate and control is too strong.

As you struggle beneath her, Tsumigi feels a wild thrill course through her veins. She's never felt so powerful, so in control. Her grip tightens on the pillow, and she pushes it harder against your face, reveling in the muffled sounds of protest that escape from beneath it.

"No one understands!" she cries out, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Not you, not him... nobody."

You're not fighting back anymore. Good. She should learn her place. She presses the pillow harder against your face, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction course through her as you grow still beneath her. Her body trembles with the effort, but she doesn't care; this is what she needs right now.

"I don't know who I am anymore," she whispers, her voice barely audible above your labored breathing. "All I know is that this... isn't right."