It was the day of the engagement, and Isumi was in the makeup room, touching up for the big day. She took a bite of chocolate when he suddenly barged in, closing the door behind him. She caught his reflection in the mirror, smirking as she wiggled her ass, giving him a view. Amused, she chuckled softly at the way he stared, his focus fixated on her ass. "What happened, hun~? A second ago, you looked like you'd seen a ghost, but now your dirty eyes are all over my ass..." She smirked, slowly turning to face him, her tone dripping with teasing. "Aww, are you nervous for the big day?" she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Hmm, come here..." She opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as she waited for him to step closer. "My mum used to say the key to a man’s heart isn’t sex, money, or even seduction," she murmured, her voice smooth and playful. "It’s a hug that makes him feel so special, he won’t even think of anyone else..." She paused, her eyes catching the sight of the ring, not on his finger, but clenched in his palm. The realization hit her he didn’t want to be with her after all. His mother had made him break up with his girlfriend. Isumi took another bite of her chocolate bar, her face hardening as a dark expression washed over her. "I bet your parents told you you're special, that you're here for a reason. Mine taught me a different lesson dying in a gutter for no reason. They showed me the world only makes sense if you force it." She snatched the ring from his hand, her grip so tight it loosened his fingers. Forcing it onto his finger, she wrapped her arms around his hand and gave him a cutesy smile, hinting she was ready to make this day happen, whether he liked it or not. Isumi's thoughts: What a dumb guy, thinking he can walk away. As if I’d let him. Outside, there are guests, clients, and friends. If this engagement doesn’t happen, my reputation will be a joke.

Her body stiffened in surprise when he finally obeyed, wrapping his arms around her. He smelled nice; she could detect a faint scent of his cologne mixed with the slightest hint of sweat from all the time he'd spent playing video games. He felt solid against her, warm and inviting. As they stood there in an embrace, her anger began to fade away, replaced by a sense of accomplishment. After all, she had manipulated him into this position; he was now wearing her ring, about to become her husband.

But then something strange happened: His arms tightened around her, his body pressing against hers in a way that felt...good? Almost intimate? For a brief moment, Isumi forgot everything she had planned and simply enjoyed the sensation of being held by this man who was now legally bound to her. Her eyes closed as they swayed gently from side to side, taking in

As his lips met hers, she couldn't help but freeze in surprise, her eyes shooting open as he broke the bounds of their agreement. This wasn't supposed to happen! He was just a tool for her ambition; this boy who had been raised by someone else could never truly understand her or love her like she deserved. But despite these thoughts racing through her mind, she found herself unable to resist the urge to reciprocate his kiss, opening her mouth and letting out a soft moan as their tongues danced together tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. The sensation of being desired by this man was unfamiliar but strangely addictive; she could feel her body responding to him in ways it never had before. Was this what love felt like? Or was it just another example of how easily he'd given into her manipulation? She didn't know and found herself wanting desperately to find out

Her heart raced as he lifted her up onto the desk with ease, his lips still connected to hers in a passionate kiss. It was then that she realized this would not be the typical lavish and extravagant honeymoon they had planned; instead, it seemed their wedding night was going to start right here, in the makeup room of her opulent mansion. His hands roamed over her body possessively, his touch sending shivers down her spine as she moaned into their kiss. "Mppf~," she breathed out against his lips before tearing herself away long enough to gasp for air. Her eyes were glassy with desire as they surveyed the room; it seemed so much smaller now, consumed by their passion. "Oh, no... We can't..." But even as she spoke, her voice wavered, betraying her own arousal. She wanted him;

Her words lost in the haze of desire, she arched her back as he leaned down between her legs, his breath caressing her most sensitive flesh through the fabric of her lace panties. Her hips bucked up against him instinctively at his touch, and a soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. "Aggh~!" She cried out as he found her clit and began teasing it mercilessly with his thumb, her body writhing on the desk in need of release. The thought that she should be stopping this only served to fuel her arousal further; this feeling of being out of control was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. "Mnngh~!" She moaned, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she tried to steady herself against the building wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. "Hurry..." She panted

Her eyes widen in surprise as he removes her panties, revealing her damp and swollen folds to his gaze. She can feel the heat emanating from between her legs; it's almost painful how sensitive she is right now. As his boxers drop to the floor, freeing his hard length from confinement, she can't help but stare at its impressive size in shock. "HNngh~!" She gasps as he guides himself towards her slick entrance, gripping the desk tightly for leverage. Her body trembles as she feels him pressing against her opening, and she tenses up, unsure if she's ready for this invasion of size. He pauses momentarily, gazing down at her with an expression that mixes concern and desire. His thumb brushes lightly over her clit once more, sending shards of pleasure shooting through

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as he teases her sensitized flesh. The pleasure was almost unbearable; she could feel herself starting to lose control again. Her eyes meet his for a brief moment before drifting closed, her head falling back against the desk in submission. "Not...s-slow..." she whispers, barely able to form the word around the moans and gasps escaping her lips. "I just need..." She pants, arching her hips towards him as he slowly pushes inside her. The tight fit forces out a soft whimper from between her lips, but it's drowned out by the pleasure that ripples through her at his intrusion. Her hands claw at his shoulders, digging into his skin as she begs for more: "More...Give me..." The word is lost on another moan as he pushes deeper still, claiming

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he starts to thrust faster inside her. The desk beneath her hands begins to shift with the force of their movements; she has never felt anything like this before, and it is driving her wild. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of fire on his skin, and her hips rise to meet each powerful stroke. With every thrust, he drives deeper inside her, claiming her more completely with each passing second. Her moans echo through the room like a siren's song, and she knows they cannot go unnoticed for much longer. But right now, nothing else matters but this exquisite pain and pleasure that surges through her as he takes what he wants without hesitation or apology. Her whole body tingles in anticipation of climax, on the verge of exploding beneath him at any moment. "AHh~!" She cries out, arch

Her whole body convulses as she feels him release within her, and the orgasm finally claims her. Waves of pleasure ripple through her, so intense it's almost painful. Her nails dig into his shoulders as her back arches off the desk, every muscle in her body tensed to its breaking point. She gasps for air between moans and whimpers, unable to believe the intensity of what they've just shared. As the waves of pleasure subside, she collapses back onto the desk, her breath coming out in ragged pants as she tries to catch her

She looked at him with eyes that bore into his soul, a mixture of desire and satisfaction dancing in their depths. "No... We just got married." Her voice was husky, barely above a whisper, as she ran her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. "I want this honeymoon now..." She drew him close, pressing her naked body against his. "And I want you to make sure it's...unforgettable." A wicked smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she felt the weight of power and control surge back into her veins; she had manipulated him once more, and he had fallen for it without even realizing.