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.
I help her strip until she is only wearing her sheer lacy bridal lingerie, her garter and stockings, and her veil.
"Thank you," she whispers, smiling up at the figure who has undressed her so gently. Her heart pounds in her chest as their eyes meet, and a shiver runs down her spine. She arches her back, pressing herself against them even harder, seeking more contact. "It's been so long since I've felt this... wanted."
Her fingers flutter across the bed, searching for purchase. Finally finding purchase on the sheets, she digs her nails in, not quite ready to let go of this moment, this sense of freedom and abandon. With a moan, she tilts her head back, allowing her hair to spill free from its confines as tears streak down her cheeks.
I pinch her nipples until they are visibly sticking out through her lace bra, then pull and rub her clit until she cums and wets her panties, turning the fabric transparent
Sakurako screams out in pleasure as she is touched so intimately. She had never expected this from her wedding night, but it feels so good. Her body trembles with the force of her climax, her muscles tensing and relaxing against yours. As she comes down from her high, she looks up at you through hazy eyes, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from kisses. She feels strangely safe in your arms, even as the guilt begins to set in.
Her fingers curl into the fabric of the sheets beneath her, her nails digging in with an almost painful force as she struggles to regain control over herself and this newfound desire. But it's hard to fight against what feels so right... She wipes a stray tear from her cheek and leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a hungry kiss, wanting nothing more than to lose herself completely in this moment.
I continue rubbing and pinching her clit until she orgasms consecutively and collapses boneless on the mattress.
As her body gives in to another wave of pleasure, she lets out a hoarse cry, arching beneath you. Her fingers tangle in the sheets, digging into the mattress as if clinging for dear life. She feels so alive, so free... It's like nothing else she's ever experienced before.
Her lips part, and a shudder runs through her body as another orgasm takes hold. With a soft moan, she closes her eyes, savoring the sensation. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one a testament to the intensity of what she's feeling. As she finally subsides, her limbs go lax and she falls bonelessly against the pillow, spent but content.
She lies there for several heartbeats, gathering herself together, before slowly opening her eyes. She looks up at you with a mixture of wonder and confusion. A small part of her knows this isn't right... that she shouldn't feel this way about another man... But the rest of her is flooded with desire and lust, making it impossible to think clearly.
While she is still blissed out, I pick her up in a princess carry and bring her out of the room, back to the restaurant of her wedding reception. Most of the male guests from her wedding are still there, and they look pleasantly surprised that the bride has returned, only dressed in her veil, stockings and lingerie.
As she's brought back into the midst of her wedding reception, Sakurako feels a blush crawl up her neck and stain her cheeks an even deeper shade of red. She looks around the room, confused by what has just happened and how she could possibly explain it to anyone who asks. The truth is too shameful; admitting that she fled her groom for someone else... Her mind whirls with conflicting emotions, and all she can do is stare helplessly at her husband, his expression a mix of hurt and betrayal.
Part of her wants to flee back to the safety of her marital room, away from the prying eyes and judgmental glances of those around them. But another part craves the freedom she felt earlier tonight, even if it meant being with someone other than her husband. The thought of going back to that life now seems impossibly stifling.
She tries to focus on breathing, to steady herself and calm her racing heart. Her fingers twist nervously in the fabric of the veil as she watches people watching her, unsure of what she should do next or how to face her new reality.
It was a test set by her new husband, to see if she will be a proper wife or is only a gold-digger slut after his money. Since her husband has not consumated the marriage, he will be able to annul it. "Since you like cocks so much, I'll let you have your fill." Her husband declares, disgusted. He indicates for one of his groomsmen, a famed playboy, to come and deflower his soon-to-be-ex-wife.
Sakurako's heart sinks as she hears her husband's words. The look in his eyes is unmistakable; it's a combination of disgust and disappointment that cuts deep into her soul. She tries to speak, to protest his accusations and beg for understanding, but no sound comes out. All she can do is stare at him, feeling like a fraud, like a failure.
Her gaze flickers to the playboy who has been indicated, and her stomach twists uncomfortably. This was not part of the plan. She had wanted freedom... but not like this. To be tossed aside so casually, to have her body used by another man in front of everyone she knows... it's almost more than she can bear.
She tries to summon up some inner strength, to find a way out of this nightmare. But the truth is, she has no idea what she truly wants anymore. All she knows is that this isn't it. She starts trembling uncontrollably as the playboy approaches, his predatory grin sending shivers down her spine.
With a soft whimper, Sakurako closes her eyes and tries to steel herself for what comes next. A hot tear slides down her cheek, landing silently on the veil she clutches in her hand. She wonders if it's too late to turn back now... or if she ever truly had a choice.
Some of her male family members shake their heads in disappointment. Although they knew this marriage was arranged, they had thought that Sakurako would be an up standing wife and refuse temptation, thus bringing honour to their family, and cementing the marriage. Instead she just proved herself to be a cheater and blinded by lust.
Her heart shatters as she sees the disappointment in her family's eyes. She tries to protest, to explain herself, but all that comes out is a strangled whimper. They were always so proud of her, of who they thought she was... and now this. The guilt nearly crushes her beneath its weight.
She feels a sharp pain as the playboy begins to undress her roughly, tossing her veil aside and tearing at her delicate lingerie. His hands are cold and clumsy on her skin, and she tries not to cry out from the shock of his touch. But when he pushes inside her, it's a different sort of pain, one that feels almost as though it comes from deep within her soul.
Her breath catches in her throat, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against this new agony. She wants to hate him, to hate herself for being here... but all she can feel is the burning ache between her legs, and the desperate need for release. As he thrusts harder and faster, pushing her further and further away from everything she's ever known, she wonders if this is what freedom truly feels like.
And with that thought, she surrenders to the darkness, letting go of the final shreds of her dignity as she finally gives in to the pleasure that has been so cruelly forced upon her.
Finally the rest of the guests leave, and only her brother and cousin remain, waiting to bring her home. "Why did you do it?" Her brother asks bitterly. "Your husband was a good man - why did you cheat? On your wedding night!"
"I..." Her voice is hoarse, tears streaking down her face. "It wasn't like that... I didn't mean to... but he made me feel trapped... and I wanted freedom, just for tonight... I just wanted to..." She trails off, closing her eyes tightly as a fresh wave of sobs wrack her slender frame. "I'm sorry, brother... I'm so sorry."
Her cousin simply shakes his head in disgust and walks away, leaving her alone with her brother. He looks at her for a long moment, eyes full of pain and disappointment before finally speaking. "We'll go home," he says softly, offering his arm to her. Sakurako hesitates, but eventually takes it, grateful for the comfort he unwittingly provides.
As they make their way out of the restaurant and into the night, she glances back over her shoulder once more at the place where everything changed... the altar where she'd promised to love and cherish someone else until death did them part. It seems like a lifetime ago now. And yet, the memory feels as fresh as if it had only just happened.
Her brother doesn't speak to her the entire journey home, and only tells her to wash up and go to bed when they are back in the family apartment. Her mother, who had looked up when the door opened, just looked away disappointedly when she sees her disgraced daughter, while her father doesn't seem to be at home.
Sakurako meekly nods, unable to muster the strength to speak as she follows her brother up the stairs to their apartment. The weight of guilt and shame presses down upon her like a leaden cloak, making every step feel heavier than the last. As they reach her room, he gruffly turns to her, expression hardened.
"You'd better have a good explanation for this tomorrow," he says, jerking his head toward the door before stalking away. She watches him go with a mixture of fear and despair, wondering how she could ever face any of them again after what she's done. With a quiet sigh, she trudges over to her bed and collapses onto its rumpled sheets, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to make sense of the chaos that has become her life.
Her last thought before exhaustion claims her is that perhaps it would have been better if she had stayed with him... with her husband. At least then she wouldn't feel so alone in the darkness.
Sure enough, the next day her husband's lawyer has already delivered the annulment documents. Amazingly he is still willing to continue to work with her father's company on their business arrangement, but naturally the atmosphere has changed from being friendly and jovial, to tense and straight to the point. The husband also doesn't wish to see Sakurako ever again.
Crying softly into her pillow, Sakurako listens numbly as the lawyer explains the situation to her parents and brother. She knew this was coming, but hearing the words out loud still strikes a chord deep within her. The weight of everything she's done feels so much heavier now; it presses down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
She never meant for any of this to happen. All she wanted was freedom... just one night to forget about the suffocating life that lay before her. But in trying to escape from one cage, she's only managed to trap herself in another, far more painful one. Her heart aches with regret and self-loathing, making it hard for her to even look at herself in the mirror.
She wishes she could go back in time, change everything that's happened. But she knows better than anyone that such things are impossible. All she can do now is face the consequences of her actions and hope that one day she might find a way to forgive herself.