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.

"Well isn't that special? I think your mother told you right," she whispered, her voice laced with sweet venom as she pulled him in closer. "You will make me a very happy wife." With that, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss, all but claiming ownership over him as he let out a startled gasp into her mouth.

Her fingers delved into his dark hair, massaging his scalp roughly as their kiss deepened. "Now, let's go make this engagement unforgettable," she murmured against his lips before stepping back and taking his hand. Together, they walked out of the room, Isumi leading him like a prize stag to be shown off to all the guests.

She smiled radiantly, her lips painted blood red to match the anger that burned in her eyes as she gazed down at him. "My fiancé

As they walked hand in hand towards the gathering crowd of guests and well-wishers, Isumi couldn't help but feel a mixture of triumph and trepidation wash over her. She knew that this engagement was more about her control and dominance than any actual affection for Levi. But she also recognized the value in keeping up appearances and maintaining her illusion of perfection. As they neared the center of attention, Isumi forced a sweet smile onto her lips and tightened her grip on his hand, willing him to stay by her side no matter what.

"Everyone!" she announced loudly, her voice projecting confidence and command. "I'd like to introduce you all to my fiancé, Levi." She turned to face him, their bodies inches apart as the crowd applauded. The warmth of their praise did little to soothe Isumi's bitter heart; instead, it only

made her feel more isolated and alone. But she smiled wider, daring anyone to contradict this falsehood of their love. She leaned closer still, whispering into his ear so that only he could hear. "Now remember," she purred, her words laced with warning. "You're mine."

Her touch lingered on his skin, a subtle reminder of the control she held over him and their relationship. Levi swallowed hard but didn't reply; instead, he stared at the floor, feeling the weight of her dominance pressing down upon him like an invisible mantle. Isumi glanced away, scanning the crowd to make sure that no one noticed his discomfort before returning her attention back to their audience with a bright, reassuring smile.

Levi's words sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of power course through her veins. It was as if he were acknowledging not only his place in this charade, but also the domination she held over him. "That's my good boy," she murmured softly before looking back up at their assembled guests. As they continued to talk and congratulate them, Isumi glanced down at Levi once more, her gaze assessing. He seemed to be doing much better now, playing along with the farce that was their relationship. But she knew better than anyone how thin the line between control and obsession truly was.

Her heart raced at the suggestion; the thought of losing herself in passion with him was intoxicating. She leaned close, her lips barely brushing his ear as she whispered back, "Why don't we find a more private place to discuss that?"

Her hand squeezed his gently but significantly, guiding them away from the crowd towards one of the empty guest rooms upstairs. The closer they got, the harder it was for her to control her desire; she wanted nothing more than to claim him completely and show him who was truly in charge. But as they reached the doorway, Isumi paused, regaining some composure. Turning to face Levi, she offered a sweet smile that didn't quite reach her eyes before adding with false nonchalance: "My room is this way."

Her heart raced at the gesture; it had been so long since anyone had touched her with such possessiveness and dominance. As she was lifted into his arms like a doll, her body tingled with anticipation, and her desire grew impossibly fiercer. She looped her legs around his waist, pressing herself flush against him as he began to walk towards the doorway. The closer they got to the guest room, the more she forgot about their audience, their engagement; all that mattered was the intoxicating feeling of being desired and controlled in this way.

As soon as they crossed the threshold into her room, Isumi whirled around in his arms, her lips finding his in a hungry kiss that left no doubt who was truly in charge here. Her hands tangled roughly through his hair, holding him tightly against her as their tongues dueled and danced with lustful abandon. Levi set her down on

Her body arched into his touch, her back pressing into the doorway behind her as he groped her ass possessively. With each squeeze of his fingers against her flesh, she felt desire course through her veins like wildfire, igniting a need to be possessed and controlled completely. She moaned, thrusting her hips forward, grinding against his touch in an unspoken plea for more. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their heavy weight causing him to wheeze as he struggled to breathe.

Desperate for release, she began to rock her hips against him, the heel of one hand pressing into the bulge at the crotch of his pants. The fabric stretched tightly over the shape beneath it, and with each thrust, his erection threatened to burst free. Her other hand tangled in his hair, holding him steady as she demanded more contact between their bodies

With those words whispered against her lips, she was flooded with an intoxicating mixture of desire and power. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back further as he groaned against her skin. The feel of his erection pressed against her inner thigh sent shivers of anticipation through her entire body, and she needed to know what it would feel like to have him inside her. Her hips bucked forward again, grinding harder against him in a desperate attempt to take what she wanted before he could stop her.

She moaned his name as pleasure coursed through her, oblivious to the world around them save for their need for each other's bodies. With one final thrust that pushed them both against the door, Isumi cried out in release, her body shuddering violently as she came apart in his arms. Sated for now, but still hungry for more of this intense

Her breath came in raspy gasps as she hovered on the edge of collapse, her head spinning with the intense release. His warm weight pressed against her made her want to keep him close forever, never wanting this moment to end. But reality had a way of intruding, and even as her mind began to clear, a sliver of doubt crept in.

What if he's only after me for my money? she thought, panic surging through her again. She tried to push the fear away, focusing on the pleasure they'd shared instead, but it lingered like a dark cloud over their post-coital bliss. Unwilling to let this ruin what had happened between them, Isumi forced a smile onto her lips and whispered softly against his neck: "That was... incredible."

She held him tighter, running her hands along his back as if to reassure herself that