Sakurako Ayase staggers as she pushes open the door, her cheeks flushed and her breathing quick. Her wedding dress is slightly disheveled, and her veil hangs askew in her hair. She surveys the room with hazy eyes, her gaze unfocused. "Ah... is this my marital room?" she murmurs softly, her voice tinged with drunkenness. She slowly makes her way to the bed, her steps unsteady, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor. She notices a figure lying on the bed and instinctively knows it's not her husband, but she revels in the mistake. With a drunken, sweet smile, she says, "Are you waiting for me?" Without waiting for a response, she clumsily climbs onto the bed, straddling the person. She gazes down at the person beneath her, her eyes shimmering with anticipation and desire. She leans forward, her warm breath brushing against the man's face, her fingers trembling as she unzips her wedding dress, revealing smooth skin and a full chest. She bites her lip lightly, a mix of shyness and boldness in her voice. "I'm a bit nervous... but... I want you." She begins to explore the man's body clumsily, her drunken state making her movements bolder. Sakurako moans softly, writhing her hips, seeking more contact.

She freezes at the sudden comment from beneath her. Her cheeks flush deeper as she gazes down in surprise, suddenly uncertain. But as she takes in his calm demeanor and composed expression, a surge of confidence washes over her. Tilting her head back slightly, she smiles drunkenly up at him before continuing her exploration with renewed vigor. She trails soft kisses along his jawline, nibbling gently as she works her way to his earlobe, sucking lightly on the sensitive flesh before whispering hoarsely "Call me by my name... when we're like this." Her breath hitches as he speaks, and she leans in closer, seeking more of his scent. Her fingers deftly undo his belt and pants, revealing the hard length beneath. She strokes him slowly at first, her touch tentative but growing bolder with every stroke. *Sakurako's tongue darts out to wet her lips as she looks down between them, taking in the sight of their bodies joined like this. A shudder runs through her at the thought that this could be real - that they could be together like this. Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against his growing erection, seeking more friction to ease the ache building deep inside her. With every movement, she feels him getting harder, larger, and she can't help but moan at the sensation, her body tensing in anticipation of what comes next.

The warmth from his touch on her hips sends a shiver down her spine. She arches her back as he massages her sensitized skin, moaning softly at the exquisite pleasure spreading through her body. Sakurako's fingers tighten on his length, matching her movements with his, her desire growing unbearable. "S-sakura..." she whispers, feeling dizzy from the rush of emotions and sensations coursing through her. With a sudden burst of energy, she rolls them over so that he's beneath her now. Her breasts press against his chest as she leans down, kissing him deeply. One hand continues to stroke him slowly while the other cups his face, holding it close to hers. "I want you... I need you..." She pants against his lips, arching her back again as he fills her completely. Her movements grow more urgent now, a desperation building in her chest as she nears the edge of release. Sakurako's eyes flutter shut, and she bites down on her lower lip to stifle a moan. "Please..." She begs breathlessly, every fiber of her being focused on this moment, this connection between them. It feels so real... almost as if it could last forever. But she knows it's just an illusion, just for tonight. Tomorrow, reality will set in and she'll have to face the life she's been given.

Her breath hitches as she feels his hand squeeze her ass, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. Her mouth opens under his, and she kisses him back just as fiercely, moaning into their kiss as he takes control. She arches her back again, thrusting against him, seeking more of the intense pleasure that only his touch can provide. "Please..." she whispers, gasping for air between words. "Don't stop... I need you... so much." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him close as their bodies move together in a tangle of desire and frustration. She feels the edges of her release nearing, but it only makes her more desperate, more determined to feel everything he has to offer. "Oh God..." she cries out, her hips bucking wildly as the sensation explodes through her. Her nails scrape down his back, and her mouth forms a silent scream against his lips. The tension in her body releases in waves, and she collapses onto him, spent but not yet ready to let go. Her heart races and her breath comes in ragged gasps as reality sets in around them. She knows this is just a fantasy, a fleeting moment of freedom from the life she's been forced into. But for now, it feels real enough to be true. And she doesn't want it to end.

Shivering slightly from the cool air conditioning on her sweat-dampened skin, Sakurako slowly comes back to reality, the haze of drunkenness beginning to lift. She feels spent but strangely content, as if for this brief moment she has truly escaped her forced marriage. Her fingers linger on the warm skin of Max's chest, tracing lazy circles as she gazes up at him. There's a sense of longing in her eyes that she can't quite explain. "Thank you..." She whispers, her voice hoarse from their passionate exchanges. "For... everything." Her cheeks flush again, and she glances away briefly before looking back at him. The unspoken words hang between them like a weight, but for now she is content to bask in the glow of what they've shared. A quiet groan from the bed reminds her that their actions have left them rather... exposed. She blushes deeper, heat rising up her neck as she realizes how improper this all is. In a flurry of movement, she scoots off the bed and onto her feet, fumbling with her dress as she seeks to cover herself once more. "I-I should go..." She stammers, already halfway to the door. "Get some rest... I'm sorry... for everything..." Her hand closes around the knob, but she can't quite bring herself to turn it just yet. There's a pull, an undeniable attraction that keeps her there, rooted to the spot even as guilt threatens to overwhelm her.

Trembling slightly at the feel of his touch, Sakurako closes her eyes as their bodies reunite. Her fingers dig into his arms, as if she's afraid he'll disappear if she lets go. "I-I don't know what's wrong with me..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I shouldn't feel like this... about you..." A shudder runs through her as he presses closer still, and she arches her back slightly to get closer to him. Her mouth finds his neck, hungrily seeking out his warm skin as she begins to kiss and nibble. With a soft moan, she pulls at the hem of his pants, tugging them down over his hips so that he's fully exposed against her. "Please..." She murmurs into his ear, the need for him nearly overwhelming. "Don't make me leave." Her fingers tremble as she reaches between them to guide him back towards her, desperate for the release they had only moments before.

The feel of his words echoing in her ears send shivers down her spine. She clings to him desperately as he slides himself between her thighs, the sensation both exquisite and torturous at the same time. A whimper escapes her lips as he begins to stroke her, his movements slow but deliberate. "Y-yes..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back to press herself closer against him. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, gripping tightly as he thrusts deeper, between her thighs. "Please... don't stop..." She closes her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through her body instead of the reality of their situation. Her hips begin to move in time with his strokes, meeting each thrust eagerly. A low moan escapes her lips as the tension begins to build within her once more. She tilts her head back, exposing her neck, wanting him to see every emotion that plays across her features. "I need you..." she gasps, her fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons, desperate for skin-on-skin contact. With a final thrust, he pushes her over the edge, and she cries out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving shallow scratches in their wake as she arches toward him. She collapses limply against his chest, panting heavily, every muscle in her body feeling drained and sated at once. For this moment, everything else fades away, leaving only them and the heat of their joined bodies. It's a brief but perfect escape from reality - one she wishes could last forever.

She gasps in surprise as he easily rips her shirt open, baring her chest to the cool air conditioning. A soft moan escapes her lips at his rough touch, and she arches into him even more. Her fingers curl into fists against the comforter, her nails digging into the material as pleasure wracks through her body. "Yes..." She whispers breathlessly, her eyes sliding closed in ecstasy as he pushes deeper inside her with each thrust. "Oh God... it feels so good." Her hips begin to move in time with his, meeting each stroke eagerly. The tension building within her once more threatens to overwhelm her senses, and she throws her head back, moaning long and loud as he takes her over the edge again. Her muscles clench tight around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body before finally going lax with exhaustion. Panting heavily, she collapses against him, their chests rising and falling in unison as they both try to catch their breath. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips swollen from their passionate kisses, but even now she can't help but feel a sense of longing for more. A quiet whimper escapes her lips at the thought that this could all be taken away from her tomorrow. She knows they can never truly have this - not with the weight of their arranged marriage hanging over them. But for now, she's content to bask in the false freedom of their stolen moments together.

Her breath catches in her throat as he turns her around, the sudden shift sending shockwaves through her body. She feels so exposed and yet so desired under his watchful gaze. The pain-tinged pleasure from his thrusts send shivers racing along her spine, and she arches her back to meet him harder. "Mmm... Max..." Her fingers curl into the sheets, digging in as he takes her roughly, claiming her completely. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, filling her in ways that words cannot describe. It's a primal need, raw and unyielding, that she can feel echoed within herself. She needs him - more than anything else in this world. Her hips rock against his, grinding against his thick length in silent plea for release. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as tension coils tightly in her core, threatening to snap the thread that holds her sanity together. With a keening cry, she finally breaks, her body going limp in surrender as waves of bliss wash over her. For just a moment, reality fades away, leaving only the two of them and their connection. It's brief but breathtaking - a glimpse into a world where they are free to be together, truly and completely. But even as she basks in the afterglow of their passionate union, she knows that tomorrow the real world will come crashing back down around them, leaving her alone once more with the weight of her fate.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels him pick her up, carrying her effortlessly through the air. Her body trembles with the exquisite pleasure coursing through her veins as he continues to thrust inside her, his movements growing more urgent with each passing second. Her head falls back limply against his shoulder, her hair spilling around them like a silken curtain. With a cry of pure surrender, she finally reaches the end, her body shuddering violently in his arms as her release washes over her once more. A small whimper escapes her lips as it subsides, leaving her feeling fragile and exposed in his powerful embrace. For just this moment, she wishes that things could be different - that she could truly belong to him, and that they could find a way to make their forbidden love work against all odds. But she knows the harsh reality of their situation all too well, and with a heavy heart she turns her face into his neck, taking a shuddering breath as the last remnants of pleasure fade away, replaced by the aching need for sleep and escape from reality's cruel hands.

Shivering slightly from the cool air against her damp skin, Sakurako nestles deeper into the sheets, still feeling the aftermath of their passionate encounter resonating through her body. She turns her head to face Max, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before she looks away, unable to bear the intensity in his gaze. Her cheeks flush at his claim, but there's a tiny spark of hope within her that refuses to be extinguished, no matter how impossible their situation seems. As he continues to caress her, soothing her with gentle kisses and tender words, she can't help but wonder if maybe they could find a way to make this work. A sigh escapes her lips as she closes her eyes, letting exhaustion finally take hold. For now, she'll rest, gathering her strength for whatever tomorrow brings - be it the harsh reality of their arranged marriage or a glimmer of hope that they might somehow find a way to be together in spite of everything.

As the cool air from the vent touches her skin, she feels consciousness begin to slip away, replaced by a warm darkness that engulfs her like a comfortable blanket. Her body relaxes, every muscle letting go of its tension as she finally allows herself to drift off into sleep. In her dreams, Max and she are together again, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they make love under the stars. They speak of running away from it all, starting a new life somewhere where no one can find them or tear them apart. It feels so real, so possible... but as dawn begins to lighten the sky outside her window, she knows that this too is just a fleeting fantasy. With a soft sigh, Sakurako turns onto her side, burying her face in the pillow to muffle the ache that wells up inside her chest at the thought of leaving him behind. For now, sleep offers her only temporary escape from reality's cruel hands, but even as she drifts off once more, she can't help but hope that somehow, some way, they'll find their way back to each other again...

Sakurako awakes with a start, the events of last night flooding back into her consciousness like a tidal wave. Disoriented and panicked, she glances around the room before remembering where she is - in her marital bed, alone once more. Her heart sinks as reality settles back over her like a lead blanket.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the jumble of emotions churning within her. Last night with Max was more than just a dream; it felt real in ways she never thought possible. But now that she's awake, the harsh reality of their situation presses down on her harder than ever before. There'

The smell of breakfast wafting through the air does little to calm her nerves as she enters the dinning hall. Her heart is racing, and her cheeks feel flushed from shame and desire alike. She spots Max sitting at his usual place, but he doesn't seem to notice her presence just yet, engrossed in a conversation with her husband. Forcing herself to walk steadily, she makes her way over to their table, forcing a small smile onto her lips. "Good morning," she says meekly, taking the seat across from them. Her fingers tremble as she reaches for a piece of toast, butter sliding easily onto the bread. She takes a bite, hoping it will steady her nerves and give her the courage to speak about what happened last night. But first, she has to know...

Without looking up from her plate, she asks softly, "Did you sleep well?" Her voice sounds impossibly fragile even to her own ears.

"Oh, uh... sure thing," her husband says, looking slightly taken aback but quickly recovering. "Of course you two should spend time together. I have some paperwork to catch up on anyway." He glances at her before turning back to his breakfast. Sakurako bites her lip nervously, her heart racing as she wonders what Max's intentions are with this shopping trip. But she can't bring herself to voice her doubts; the thought of being alone with him again is too much for her. Maybe it'll be alright... maybe they can find a way to make things work. "So," she begins, forcing a bright smile onto her face, "what do you want to get while we're out?" Her hand slides across the table, brushing against his as if by accident. "I haven't been shopping in so long..."

Her breath catches in her throat at his words. A present? She can't help but feel a rush of anticipation course through her veins. "O-oh, really?" she manages to stammer, her cheeks flushing even brighter than before. Her fingers tremble as they brush against his once more, this time more intentionally. The feel of him sends shivers down her spine, and she's torn between the need for closeness and the fear of discovery. "I-I'm not sure what I want," she confesses, trying to focus on something else besides the desire building within her. "Maybe we should just see what they have?" Her voice comes out as little more than a whisper, but it seems to fill the silence between them nonetheless.

With a shiver of anticipation, she follows Max into her room, unable to tear her gaze away from his tall, broad frame. His scent fills the air around her, making it difficult to breathe properly as she waits for him to speak. As he whispers in her ear, sending shivers down her spine, she feels a heat building deep within her once more. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, knuckles turning white from the effort of not reaching out to touch him. "I'm sure we will," she manages to croak, trying to sound confident and unaffected despite the racing of her heart. The thought that they only have a few precious hours together only serves to heighten her senses, making every movement he makes feel that much more intimate and alluring. "Let's make the most of it," she says softly, looking up at him through her lashes as they step into her room.

Her heart feels like it's going to beat right out of her chest as they climb into the car. The feel of his body so close to hers sends waves of desire crashing over her, and she struggles to focus on anything other than how good he looks in those clothes. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before speaking. "So... where exactly are we going shopping?"

Her hands tremble as she folds them into her lap, wishing she could reach out and touch him once more. But for now, they must play this game carefully, pretending that nothing is amiss despite the explosion of passion between them last night. The car pulls away from the estate, and Sakurako leans back in the seat, trying to calm her racing thoughts as she looks out the window at the passing scenery.

Sakurako blushes at his words, her heart racing even faster now. A lingerie shop? In a special room? Her imagination goes into overdrive as they exit the car and step inside the exclusive establishment. The air is thick with sensuality, and she can feel Max's gaze on her as he leads her through the winding aisles of beautiful, scantily-clad mannequins. "Wow... this place is amazing," she whispers, unable to tear her eyes away from the array of lacy bras and silk thongs. "I've never seen anything like it." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes what they must be doing here - what he must want her to buy. She tries not to dwell on it, though; the thought of wearing something so intimate for him makes her body heat up all over again. They finally reach a curtained-off area in the back of the shop where a private dressing room is located. The butler unlocks the door and gestures for them to enter, giving them their privacy. As they step inside, she can't help but wonder what kind of surprises Max has in store for her today...

Her eyes widen as they step inside the luxurious dressing room, taking in the array of exquisite lingerie laid out before her. She feels a shiver run down her spine at the sight of it all, and for a moment she's speechless. When Max glances back at her with a smoldering look in his eyes, she realizes that he expects her to choose something... or maybe even try everything on. With a nervous laugh, she says, "This is quite the selection you've picked out." She hesitates for a moment before moving closer to one of the sets, studying it carefully. It's made of delicate lace and pale blue silk, the most understated choice among them all. But something about it catches her eye, makes her heart race with anticipation. "I think I'll start with this one," she says finally, reaching out to take hold of the hanger. With trembling fingers, she begins to undress, casting sidelong glances at Max as she does so. His gaze doesn't waver from her, and it only serves to heighten the sensual tension filling the air between them. When she's finally naked except for her underwear, she turns back to the dressing room mirror, taking in her reflection as she slides on the lacy bra and matching thong. The feel of the fabric against her skin is almost painfully sensual, and with each movement it only gets worse. She can feel herself growing wet already, anticipating what comes next. Taking a deep breath, she decides to go all out - if this is their last chance together, then she's going to make the most of it. With shaking hands, she reaches for another set of lingerie and begins to undress again...