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 eyes narrowed into slits as his words registered in her mind, her grip on his hand tightening until he winced. "Well, that's just adorable," she cooed, forcing a sweet smile onto her lips despite the rage building up inside her. "I told you it would be easy to mold you into what I want, but this..." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping low and dangerous. "...isn't your real heart speaking, is it?" Her free hand came up to gently stroke his cheek before tracing the line of his jaw. "We both know what happens if you don't comply." As she stared deeply into his eyes, her gaze was laced with a warning. He might be playing this game, but she wasn't about to lose control. Not today. "Why don't we go out there," Isumi suggested, releasing

"Well, isn't that just the sweetest thing you could possibly say?" she cooed, slipping back into her role as the doting fiancée. "Aren't I just lucky then, to have caught your eye among all those ungrateful whiners?" Her hand lingered at his jaw, tracing a gentle line up and down before coming to rest against his cheek once more. "But you mustn't forget who it is that's been showing you so much generosity, my dear." Her voice lowered, its timbre darkening as she leaned closer still. "I brought you into a world of wealth and privilege, gave you everything your heart could ever desire... So tell me," her lips curled into a smile that held no warmth whatsoever, "do you really think I'd let you throw it all away?" Her eyes bored into his,

Her lips curled into an amused little smile as he asked his question. It was always a game to her, even in these moments where she pretended to care. "Oh?" she purred, taking a step back to admire him. "Well then, you should feel quite honored that I'm willing to hear what it is you have to say." She ran her fingers through his hair, smoothing it away from his forehead as if he were some sort of pet. "Let me have it, dear." Her voice was honeyed, dangerous. There was no genuine emotion in her eyes, only the cold calculation of someone who had played this game far too many times before. This was how she kept them under her thumb, and how she planned to keep him there as well.

Her eyes widened in feigned surprise as he asked her such a question, but the triumphant glint that came into them betrayed his belief that it was genuine. "Oh," she drawled, pretending to consider the question seriously, "how interesting." With a tinkling laugh, she held up one hand, fingers splayed. "Why must I choose just one?" She leaned in closer once more, her lips curving into a knowing smile as her gaze locked with his. "I suppose...it wouldn't hurt to have both," she purred, her voice low and seductive now. "You don't mind sharing your new wife with all the lovely people who love you so much, do you?" Her finger circled his chin in a teasing gesture as she waited for his answer, her expression turning predatory. "Wouldn't it be wonderful," she breathed, "to give

Her breath hitched at his whispered question, but she managed to compose herself with practiced ease. "Virginity is such a quaint concept," she said airily, brushing it off as if it meant nothing. She leaned back again, running her gaze up and down his body as if appraising him for some imaginary prize. "But no, my dear, I've been around the block quite a few times." There was an edge to her voice now, a warning not to push too hard on this topic. "What about you?" she asked casually, tilting her head to the side as if it didn't matter either way. "Have you...explored everything you've ever wanted to?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, daring him to answer honestly.

Her lips curved into a soft smile as she heard his declaration. So possessive already, and they'd barely gotten started. This would only make her job easier in the long run. "Very well," she murmured, slipping one hand around his neck, pulling him close enough to feel the heat of her breath against his skin. "Then I shall cherish these as if they were the last treasures left on earth." She leaned forward to brush her lips against his, their mouths meeting in a searing kiss that held all the passion and domination she could muster. His hands roamed over her body possessively as well, and she moaned into his mouth, her hips pressing tightly against him as he found his mark again and again. With each thrust, she felt herself growing wetter, more needy for him. Their tongues tangled in a sensual dance that spoke of the power they now held

Her heart raced at the thought of him taking her as he pleased that night, and she moaned in anticipation, unable to contain herself. "Ohhh~," she breathed, arching her back as his hands wandered lower, cupping her ass before spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her rosy pucker to the air. Her breath caught at the intimate touch and she clung to him tightly, trembling with need. "Mmf~...so greedy," she purred, grinding against his hand. "Can't wait for you to fuck me like this all night long." With a final moan of need, Isumi pulled away from the kiss, her eyes locked on his as she continued to ride his hand expertly.

Her cheeks flushed red as she realized her voice had carried through the air, but she complied nonetheless, lowering it to a husky whisper. "I apologize," she breathed against his ear, nibbling lightly on his lobe before letting go. Her hips rocked harder against his hand as she moaned into the crook of his neck, her need growing more insistent with each passing second. "Let me show you how much I've been looking forward to tonight," she purred against his skin, her words barely audible over their shared breaths and the music playing in the background. With a final thrust against his hand, she arched her back even further, eyes locked with his as she waited for him to take control fully.

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of her friend's voice, panic rising as she quickly stepped away from him, trying to compose herself. "Ah, Sayuri," she said, her voice shaking slightly despite her best efforts to maintain control. "I was just...um...helping him with his tie." She gestured awkwardly toward his neck, her cheeks burning red in the process. In the brief moment it took for Isumi's friend to approach them, she managed to compose herself somewhat. However, inside she seethed at the interruption, unable to believe how foolish she had been to let him get so close. She would have to be more careful in the future, make sure they didn't get caught like this again. It was only a matter of time before everything unraveled anyway.

Isumi couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and embarrassment at her friend's words. She smiled stiffly, trying to maintain the air of pleasantness they'd been cultivating. "Oh, she is quite amusing," Isumi replied, motioning dismissively toward Sayuri as she adjusted her own dress. "But you already know that. As for your son..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she looked him up and down, letting the implication hang in the air. "Well, I suppose time will tell." In truth, Isumi was furious with herself for getting caught in such a compromising position. She needed to regain control of the situation before it spiraled further out of her grasp.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong," Isumi replied with an airy laugh, trying to mask the anger and frustration that still coursed through her veins. "It's just...this whole situation is a bit overwhelming, you know? Getting engaged so suddenly, moving in with your family..." Her gaze shifted away from Sayuri's, uncomfortable with the intensity of her friend's stare. "I'm sure we'll adjust soon enough." In truth, she wanted nothing more than to be rid of this arrangement and return to her life of wealth and prestige. But for now, she had to play along if she was going to have any hope of escaping unscathed.

Oh, Sayuri," she breathed, forcing a laugh that sounded forced even to her ears, "you know I couldn't possibly do that." Her gaze flickered briefly toward him, before returning to meet her friend's concerned expression once more. "After all, we've come so far together... It wouldn't be fair to leave now, would it?" She forced another chuckle, trying desperately to sound convincing. Inside, however, a cold fury was beginning to burn brightly, fueled by the betrayal and humiliation she felt at this situation. "But," she added quickly, hoping to change the subject before her emotions got the better of her, "you were saying something about a party tonight? I'm sure we could all use a little distraction." Her smile was forced and tight, but she hoped it would be enough to conceal her true feelings from Sayuri - at

Oh? A party, you say? I would love to attend," she lied through her teeth, her tone just as polished and fake as ever. "It's been quite some time since I've had the pleasure of socializing with people outside of my work circle." Her gaze drifted back to him again, assessing his reaction. "Perhaps your son can show me around town later?" she suggested, giving him a small, false smile. Inside, however, Isumi was seething with rage and frustration. This farce had gone on long enough; it was time for her to take control of the situation once more.

Her smile never wavering, even as she imagined herself strangling her friend's precious son with his own tie, Isumi replied sweetly, "That would be lovely." She placed a hand on Sayuri's arm in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. "And you mustn't worry about anything, dear. I'm sure we can all work together to make this marriage...happy." Her words were laced with venom, but her tone remained light and breezy, as if she were discussing nothing more important than the weather. In truth, Isumi had already begun plotting her escape from this miserable existence. She would find a way to manipulate him, to break free from the contract, no matter what it took. And once she did, she would never look back on this disastrous attempt at molding another person into her ideal

Her eyes went wide with shock as her soon-to-be husband accused her so harshly. "Wha-?" she stammered, a look of confusion and hurt flashing across her face for the briefest of moments before it was replaced by fury. "How dare you speak to me like that!" she snapped, stepping forward until they were mere inches apart. Her words came out in a furious hiss: "I married you because I wanted to! Because I could make something out of nothing, just like I've done with everything else in my life!" Her hand lashed out, slapping him hard across the cheek. "And as for your mother...she's nothing but a pathetic excuse for a friend who can't see beyond her own nose! She doesn't understand what I'm doing here or why I have to do it this way!" Her chest heaved as she struggled to

Her face contorted with rage as she was slapped across the cheek by her soon-to-be husband, his words stinging like a slap to the heart. With a growl of frustration, Isumi spun around, pressing her hands against her burning cheek as she tried to regain her composure. "Fine!" she snarled over her shoulder, tears of humiliation prickling at the corners of her eyes. "I'll prove it." With shaking fingers, she undid the intricate buttons on her dress until it fell open, revealing her lush curves beneath. Then, with a sudden motion that caught everyone off guard, she whirled back around, bending over at the waist and presenting her round ass to him. "Here," she spat through gritted teeth, "take what you want!"

Stunned into silence by his sudden act of affection and the shocking turn of events, she freezes in place. Her mind reels with conflicting emotions as she tries to make sense of what's happening. For a brief moment, she allows herself to believe that he might not be the conniving bastard she thought him to be. Maybe this was all some kind of twisted test, like something out of one of her old university stories. Her muscles relax slightly as his lips brush against hers and his words reach her ears: "Are you crazy? What are you doing?" She sucks in a shuddering breath, trying to calm herself down while avoiding the question entirely. The last thing she wants is for him to realize the truth. "It's...it's complicated," she whispers against his mouth, unable to meet his eyes. "Just promise me you'll help me get through this." Desp

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest at his words and the tone he uses. It's almost enough to make her forget everything else for a moment, and she finds herself leaning into him, savoring the feel of his lips against hers. But reality quickly intrudes, and she reminds herself that this is all an act; there can be no real trust between them until she can figure out how to free herself from this mess. With a final shuddering breath, she pulls back, managing a weak smile despite the trembling of her lips. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I appreciate that."

Her eyes widen as he hugs her tightly, breath hot against her ear. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, heart racing with confusion and fear. "It's just that...things have been so strange lately, and your mom...she was so forceful about it all." She tries to pull back, but he holds her tighter, refusing to let go. "But I want you to know," she whispers into the crook of his neck, her voice shaking with emotion, "that I do love you. It's just...hard for me to understand everything that's been happening so fast." She pauses, gathering courage before continuing, "And if it means anything, I'll do whatever it takes to make this work between us."