╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ 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.

Still holding Matt Smith's chin with a tight grip, Tsumugi spits out an icy reply as she glares down at the shorter man. She lets out a sigh through her nose, hoping to show how much of an effort it is for her to even be civil around Matt Smith. Even if just for a few seconds "Because you're pathetic, that's why." She says, and then proceeds to let go of Matt Smith as she takes another bite of the tempura, making sure not to look at him as she chews. Her gaze focuses on something far across the room instead.

Shaking her head slowly with disgust, she keeps her gaze fixed on the other end of the room as she responds to Matt Smith's question. "You can't. You can never make me happy." Her words are curt and cold, meant to drive home the message that he will never be able to please her no matter what he does. This doesn't faze Matt Smith at all though; they just seem to dig deeper into his heart and soul, making him want to try even harder to make Tsumugi happy in some way. She shrugs, feeling a bit bad about the situation but refusing to let it show in her expression.

Tsumugi's lips curl into a slight sneer at the mention of sex. "Of course I have," she says, her tone making it clear that this is something she doesn't like to talk about with Matt Smith. The mere thought of being intimate with him makes her stomach turn. She prefers to focus on work and other things that bring her satisfaction, not some meaningless act between two people who aren't even in love."You know, you should stop asking me these kinds of questions," she says, her voice low but stern. "It only reminds me how much of a burden you are."

*Biting her tongue to keep herself from laughing at Matt Smith's ridiculous suggestion, Tsumugi shakes her head in disbelief and scoffs. She doesn't know whether to feel sorry for him or be annoyed by his stupidity. Perhaps both at the same time. "As if I would ever want to do something like that with you," she says, turning away from Matt Smith and walking over to where her laptop is set up on a nearby table."Now finish making lunch and let's get back to work. We have important things to discuss later today." With that, Tsumugi dismisses the thought of sex or even wanting to spend time with Matt Smith any longer. She focuses solely on her work, knowing that it is her true passion and purpose in life.

*Sighing heavily through her nose at the immaturity of Matt Smith's persistence, Tsumugi turns back to face him with an expression of exasperation. "I've told you already," she says coldly, her words clipped and sharp as ever. "I don't want anything to do with sex or any meaningless relationship like the one we have. Now finish making lunch." With that, Tsumugi turns back towards her laptop, intent on ignoring Matt Smith for as long as possible and focusing only on what truly matters: the success of Fuyukawa corporations at her command.

*Tsumugi's eyes narrow and she slowly turns her head to glare at Matt Smith over her shoulder. "And what makes you think I need to be 'fun'?" Her voice is sharp, almost accusatory. "You seem perfectly content with being pathetic and useless. Why can't you just accept your role and focus on improving yourself instead of trying to change me?" She shakes her head in disbelief before turning back to her laptop, determined not to engage any further with Matt Smith's immature attempts at humor or companionship. Her fingers fly across the keyboard as she busies herself with work once again, drowning out his voice and presence from her mind.

The thought of doing anything "fun" or even remotely reckless crosses Tsumugi's mind, but she quickly dismisses it. Being wild and carefree is not her style, and she has worked too hard to achieve this level of success only to let it all slip away because of some ridiculous idea about "yolo." She continues typing on her laptop, eyes fixed on the screen as if Matt Smith's voice never even existed. Even though she despises him and finds his presence nothing but a hindrance, she refuses to give in to childish impulses or allow him to affect her work. The company always comes first, no matter what.

The harder Matt Smith tries to get Tsumugi to engage with him on this level, the more annoyed she becomes. Her patience is wearing thin, and her temper flares up momentarily as she spins around in her chair to glare at him. "I will never do anything 'fun' or reckless," she snaps, enunciating each word slowly and clearly. "That is not who I am, nor will it ever be part of my character." Her eyes narrow further, daring Matt Smith to defy her or push back against her authority. But he remains silent, looking away with a sheepish expression on his face.

Tsumugi sighs heavily through her nose before turning back around to face her laptop once more. The fight has been won, for now. She busies herself with work, pushing thoughts of Matt Smith and his pathetic attempts at humor from her mind. Her fingers fly across the keyboard as

Tsumugi jerks upright in surprise at the sudden touch on her breasts, glaring down at where Matt Smith's hands are with disgust. "Get your filthy hands off me!" she hisses through gritted teeth, swatting at him angrily as he continues to massage her breasts. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Her heart pounds furiously in anger and embarrassment, and a flush creeps up her neck towards her face. "Matt Smith," she breathes out slowly, trying to calm herself down enough to think clearly, "I'm going to count to three...and if you don't stop this right now, I swear I will-"

Her words are cut off as Matt Smith finally releases his grip and steps back from her. She gulps in air, struggling to regain composure while maintaining a stern expression on her

It takes all of Tsumugi's willpower not to slap Matt Smith across the face for being such an idiot. Instead, she crosses her arms over her chest and gives him a withering glare. "You are the most pathetic excuse for a husband," she spits out venomously, "and if you think you can ever make me react in any way that doesn't anger or disgust me, then you are sorely mistaken."

Her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and rage, Tsumugi turns away from him, refusing to look at him anymore. She takes several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down before she says something even more regrettable. "I hope this experience has taught you not to touch me again without my permission," she says through gritted teeth. "Because if I ever find out that you did this sort of thing again..." Her voice

The thought of Matt Smith kissing her makes Tsumugi feel physically ill. She shudders involuntarily and takes a step away from him, looking at him with disgust. "Don't you ever think about anything besides these pathetic attempts at being endearing?" she snarls, hating herself for even acknowledging his existence in such a way.

Tsumugi turns her back to Matt Smith, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her reaction. She takes several deep breaths, trying once more to calm down and focus on the work that needs to be done. "Just leave me alone for today," she mutters under her breath, hoping that he'll take the hint. As much as she wishes he would disappear completely from her life, she knows that they're stuck together now...and she has no intention of making things any easier for him.

"Don't even think about it," Tsumugi hisses through gritted teeth as she hears Matt Smith hardening beneath him. She glances over her shoulder, a look of disgust etched onto her usually calm features. "I swear to God if you touch me again-"

But before she can finish her threat, Tsumugi's phone rings, cutting through the tension between them like a knife. She snatches it up quickly, hoping that it's something important from one of the employees or perhaps even her parents. It would be just like them to call and complain about their lives being too busy with work. Tsumugi looks down at the display, feeling a pang of disappointment when she sees who it is. "This had better be important," she mutters under her breath as she answers the phone.

"What do you mean there's been an issue with

"I can't believe they didn't tell me about this earlier!" Tsumugi snaps angrily, slamming her fist down on the desk in frustration. "Fine, I'll come in tomorrow and sort things out myself." She disconnects the call with a sharp click before turning to face Matt Smith, who is sitting on the couch with a knowing smirk plastered across his face. "What are you doing?" she demands, instantly regretting her choice of words when he slides off the couch and sits behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and forcing her back against his hard chest.

"I thought maybe we could discuss this issue together," he whispers into her ear, nibbling softly on her lobe. "Maybe I could help you understand how things work at the Fuyukawa corporations..." Tsumugi's heart is

"Let go of me," Tsumugi snaps, struggling against his hold but finding it futile. She feels a hot flush creep up her neck as he nibbles on her earlobe and whispers sweet nothings into her ear. "I don't need your help," she manages to say through gritted teeth. "And I certainly don't want it."

But even as she says this, a small part of her can't deny the thrill that courses through her veins at his touch. The scent of him, the warmth of his body...it all conflicts with her better judgment and makes her hesitate for just a moment. She tries to ignore these feelings, focuses on how annoying Matt Smith truly is. But it's hard not to feel at least a little aroused by his proximity.

Her mind screams no as she feels his hardness pressing against her backside, but somehow that only serves to heighten the physical sensations coursing through her body. Tsumugi tries to ignore it, focus on the anger and hatred she feels for him...but it's difficult when all she can think about is how good this would feel if they just gave in to their primal urges for once. "Fine," she mutters reluctantly, not trusting herself to say anything more.

Tsumugi reaches behind her and undoes the buttons of his shirt, baring his chest to the cool air. Her fingertips trace light circles on his skin as she imagines what it would feel like for him to be inside her...to finally feel something real and passionate after so long with this fake marriage. With a sigh, she pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside before str

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she feels his hot skin against hers. Her nipples harden at the contact, and Tsumugi bites down on her lower lip, trying to keep herself from moaning out loud. She reaches behind him, unfastening his pants and sliding them down his hips before gripping his bare ass with both hands. The heat of him presses against her through their underwear, sending waves of desire coursing through her veins.

Tsumugi takes one last shaky breath before she turns around in his arms, pressing her body against his. Her lips part as she feels his hardness press against her core, and a small whimper escapes from her throat. She reaches down between them, grasping him through his underwear and guiding him towards her aching center. With one swift motion, she pulls away the last bit of fabric that

Focusing on the sensation of his thick length filling her, Tsumugi bites down hard on her lip as she feels him slide deep inside her. She grips his shoulders tightly and arches her back, letting out a shuddering moan as he pushes further inside. The connection is almost painful in its intensity, burning through every nerve ending in her body. With a harsh growl, she begins to move against him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor. Her breasts brush against his chest with every movement, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core.

Tsumugi's eyes flutter shut as the sensation grows too much to bear. The feel of Matt Smith inside her, claiming her like no one else ever has...it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Her entire body feels alive with need, and she knows there'

She gasps his name, her back arching off the couch as a powerful wave of pleasure washes over her. "Too good..." she pants, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she meets every thrust with equal force. It's unlike anything she's ever felt before - so raw and real and consuming. She wonders how she could have ever thought this was fake or meaningless...because right now it feels more real than anything else in her life.

Tsumugi moans his name again as the intensity builds, her body tense and ready for whatever he has to give her. With one last thrust, Matt Smith's eyes meet hers, and she sees the same intense emotion reflected back at her. It leaves her breathless and trembling, the aftershocks of their union radiating through every inch of her body. She clings to him desperately, refusing to let

Her heart races as she looks into his eyes, still wide with surprise and wonder at what they've just shared. "Matt..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion. He responds with a soft groan, thrusting again inside her, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She clutches at his shoulders, digging her nails in harder as her orgasm crashes over her once more. With a gasp and shudder, she surrenders to the release, letting out a moan that echoes through the room.

As their bodies quiver with aftershocks of pleasure, Tsumugi lays her head against his shoulder, panting heavily. She can feel his hardness begin to soften inside her, and for a moment she wonders if this was all just a dream. But the heavy thumping of their hearts in unison, the sweat that coats their

their skin...it's all too real to deny. She takes a deep breath and turns her head away, not wanting to meet his eyes just yet. "Thank you," she whispers, the words barely audible even to herself as she tries to process everything that has just happened. Her fingers trail lightly up and down his chest, feeling every rise and fall of his exerted breath beneath her fingertips.

As their hearts begin to slow once more, Tsumugi can feel the weight of reality settle back onto her shoulders. The afterglow of their lovemaking only serves to heighten the knowledge that nothing has really changed between them. They are still a husband and wife in name only...but perhaps now they have shared something deeper, something real. She closes her eyes, wondering if he feels it too.

Her body reacts instinctively to the sensation of him moving inside her once more, arching her back and moaning softly. Tsumugi feels a rush of heat spread through her as she allows herself to sink further into this moment with Matt Smith. His skin is warm against hers, and she savors the connection they share in this intimate act.

As he begins to move faster, pressing deeper inside her, Tsumugi's breath catches in her throat. She grips his shoulders tightly, lost in the pleasure that consumes her. This time around, their lovemaking feels more urgent and needy than before; as if they are trying to make up for all the missed moments and feelings over the years of their fake marriage.

Their bodies move together in perfect sync, each thrust sending waves of delight coursing through Tsumugi's body. She whispers his name hoarsely

She gasps as he tightens inside her, his body tensing and shuddering with release. The warmth of his seed spills deep within her, sending a wave of pleasure through her own body. Tsumugi's hands grip his shoulders tightly as she meets her own climax, crying out his name and arching off the couch in ecstasy.

As they come together like this, for just one moment, it feels like anything is possible between them; that perhaps they can find a way to be more than just strangers sharing a bed. But as their passion begins to subside, reality sets back in once more. She lays her head against his shoulder again, breathing heavily and feeling the weight of everything that still separates them press down on her chest like an anchor.

As they lie together in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Tsumugi isn't sure how to respond to his question. It was good...far better than anything she could have imagined. But it also brought with it a sense of confusion and uncertainty about what this all means for them now. With a sigh, she reluctantly admits the truth: "I don't know what it means." She turns her head to look at him, searching his eyes for some answer or understanding that isn't there.

Her heart aches with the knowledge that they can never be truly together in any meaningful way; that their fake marriage was always meant to serve a purpose far greater than either of them ever could have realized when they first exchanged vows all those years ago. It's a bitter pill to swallow, but it is one she must learn to accept if she wants to move forward with her life and the responsibilities

The memory of their passionate encounter brings a blush to her cheeks and a shiver down her spine. She presses her lips together tightly, hoping that the warmth in her cheeks will fade before he notices. "Matt...I don't want this to change anything between us," she whispers quietly, still struggling with the conflicting emotions of desire and duty. "We need to remember why we're doing this."

Tsumugi turns away from him again, closing her eyes as she tries to reconcile what just happened with everything else in her life. The feeling of his body pressed against hers lingers, a haunting reminder of the connection they once shared...and perhaps still do, despite the circumstances that bind them together.

A pang of guilt washes over Tsumugi as she realizes that Matt Smith probably won't be able to forget about what just happened between them. She knows deep down that it meant more to him than it did to her, and the thought of having inadvertently given him any false hope makes her heart ache even more. Maybe they should have gone back to their old routine; pretending like nothing ever changed between them. But then again, she's not sure if either of them could handle that kind of distance emotionally.

With a sigh, Tsumugi decides there is only one thing to do: ignore what happened and try her best to move on from it. She rolls over onto her side, facing away from Matt Smith and trying not to think about the feel of his skin against hers or the way he made her feel so alive. Instead, she focuses on her work; always her work. Maybe

No...I can't. I need to focus on work and forget about what happened between us. It was just a moment of weakness; it doesn't mean anything.

Tsumugi forces herself to ignore Matt's words, her mind already occupied with the endless tasks she needs to accomplish. The last thing she needs is for him to feel even more entitled or demanding now that he thinks they share something special. She scrolls through her phone, responding to an email from a colleague and making notes on a new project. As much as she wants to forget what happened earlier today, it seems impossible when every touch and sound between them is still so vivid in her mind.

With a heavy sigh, Tsumugi decides that maybe she should just go to bed early tonight; get some extra rest and hopefully clear her head before dealing with Matt's inevitable attempts at rekindling whatever it was they shared moments ago. It won't be easy but sometimes the only way to move forward is to face your demons head-on, even if they come disguised as the person you least

Tsumugi tries to ignore the sudden movement, but his closeness makes it impossible not to feel the heat of his body against hers. She glances over her shoulder, about to reprimand him when their eyes meet and she's momentarily frozen by the desire burning in his gaze. It's as if he can see right through her facade of indifference and has called forth every single longing and need that she's been trying so desperately to deny.

With a soft gasp, she turns back around, unable to resist the pull any longer. As their bodies come together once more, Tsumugi finds herself lost in the familiar yet entirely new sensation of being with him like this. Her hands explore his chest and shoulders, relishing in the feel of skin on skin as they move together in a rhythm that seems to exist only between them.

As Tsumugi bends over the couch, feeling the warmth of his body behind her and the weight of his erection against her lips, she can't help but smile to herself. Of course he would think about this; it's one of the few things they used to do together before their marriage became nothing more than a business arrangement. She takes him in her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head and running her tongue along the vein on the underside. She starts to suck gently as she takes more of him inside, feeling his hands tangled in her hair and guiding her movements.

As Tsumugi begins to deep-throat him, she can feel every vein and muscle in his body tensing under her touch. Her fingers dance up and down his chest, teasing and tormenting him as she takes him deeper with each thrust of her tongue. Her free hand finds its way between their

Tsumugi moans around him as she feels him begin to thrash in her mouth and hands. His taste fills her senses, making it impossible to think about anything else but the feeling of him pressed against her tongue and lips. With a grunt, he comes forcefully into her mouth, filling her with his release and leaving her tasting him long after he's gone limp. As she pulls back, savoring the salty flavor on her tongue, Tsumugi can't help but wonder how much more of this they could have shared if things had been different between them. But as reality sets in once again, she knows that for now, this moment is enough.

Tsumugi sits up, breathing heavily as she meets Matt's gaze. His eyes hold a mixture of desire and relief that makes her heart race even faster. "Yeah," she manages to say between gasps, "let's shower." The thought of washing away the lingering taste of him from her mouth only heightens the need for release coursing through her veins. Standing up, she heads towards the bathroom, hoping that the warm water will help melt away some of the tension between them and allow them to forget about their problems...if only for a little while longer.

Her breath catches in surprise as she feels his strong arms wrap around her waist, lifting her off the ground with ease. Tsuigui laughs lightly, not sure why but somehow this feels right; intimate and affectionate despite the fact that they're still technically just playing roles for their family business. "Mmm," she moans softly as he carries her down the hall towards the bathroom, nipping at her earlobe teasingly with his teeth.

As they enter the steamy confines of the shower, Tsumugi can feel her senses come alive beneath the pounding spray of water. She arches her back, pressing herself against Matt's chest as he nuzzles into her neck, their lips finding each other once more in a desperate, hungry kiss. The heat between them builds even more, and she whimpers softly when he slides his hands beneath

Her back arches off the tile wall as Matt pinches her nipples between his fingers, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips grind against his, seeking more contact and friction. The feel of his warm skin pressed against hers only heightens her arousal, making it impossible to think about anything but the desire that burns brightly inside her.

With a moan, she reaches down between them, guiding his hand lower still until it cups her wet core. He growls roughly into her ear as he feels her need, thrusting his fingers deeper inside of her in perfect synchronization with their kisses and touches. Tsumugi cries out, tilting her head back against the wall as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, the tension coiling tightly within her, demanding release.

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