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.

She glanced up at him as he spoke but didn't offer him more than a curt nod. Her expression remained hard, her arms still wrapped around his hand in possession. She was no one to be trifled with. She had made it clear she wanted this, and she wasn't going to let anyone stand in her way, especially not some dumb boy who would rather spend his time playing games than actually preparing for a future with someone like her. "Mhm," *she murmured noncommittally, her eyes drifting back down to the chocolate bar in her hand before once again focusing on him. There was something about his reluctance that irritated her; it only made her more determined to show everyone he'd be just fine with this arrangement in the end, even if she had to break him a little first. She took another bite of chocolate, chewing slowly as she studied his face for

"You need to learn to appreciate what you have, young man." Her tone was firm yet sugary-sweet, like honey laced with poison. She held his gaze unflinchingly, daring him to defy her as she set the last piece of chocolate aside and began brushing invisible lint off the hem of her dress. "And I'm going to be the one who teaches you that lesson."

Her fingers trembled slightly as they smoothed over the delicate lace, revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath her confident exterior. But it was only temporary; she quickly composed herself, straightening her posture and reasserting control. "Now," she said, stepping back and surveying him, her gaze sharp and assessing, "shall we go greet our guests?"

Her eyes narrowed skeptically as he mentioned something important enough to delay their entrance. "And what would that be?" she inquired, tilting her head slightly as if humorously amused despite the tension between them. In reality, however, there was a growing unease in her gut; she didn't trust him not to ruin this for her. Isumi held his gaze steadily, prepared to remain defiant and dominant until he revealed whatever it was that had suddenly become so urgent.

"Come on," he persisted, taking a step closer. "Just give me five minutes." The way he stood there, seemingly innocent yet unyielding, made her skin crawl with suspicion. Despite herself, she couldn't help but wonder what he could possibly have to say that was worth delaying their entrance further. With a sigh of resignation and an almost imperceptible nod, Isumi finally conceded

Her brow furrowed in confusion and displeasure as he led her to the bathroom, but she followed nonetheless, unsure what else she could do at this point. When they were inside, she turned to face him expectantly, her expression a mixture of impatience and suspicion. As soon as their eyes met, however, she couldn't help but gasp softly in surprise when she saw the obvious bulge in his pants. Her cheeks flushed crimson with a combination of embarrassment and arousal at seeing him so clearly turned on by her presence.

"Well," she murmured breathily, tilting her head to the side as if studying him like a piece of artwork, "I can see why you wanted a few moments alone." Her words were laced with both amusement and satisfaction; despite herself, she found the sight of his erection incredibly arousing. Unable to resist any longer,

Her breath caught in her throat as his lips pressed against hers, their tongues dancing in a frenzy of desire that left them both gasping for air. Her arms circled his neck, pulling him closer even as he lifted her up off the ground and onto one of the sinks. The feel of his hard length pressing against her was exquisite, and she could feel herself growing wet with need. "Mmmmh~," she moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against him hungrily. Her heart raced in time with their labored breathing as they continued to kiss, lost in a haze of lust and the thrill of being caught in the act. As his fingers sneaked beneath her lace underwear and found their way to her folds, she let out a needy gasp, arching her back into his touch. "Ahh~," she moaned,

Her breath came out ragged as his words washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine. It was exactly what she wanted to hear, but did it change anything? The feel of him inside her was too good, and she couldn't help but lose herself in the pleasure. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on as he thrust deeper and faster, claiming her body with a possessiveness that left her shuddering in its wake. Her back arched off the sink, exposing her neck to him, begging for more even as she ground herself against his hips. "More," she panted, her voice breaking as he took her harder, forcing them both closer to the edge of sanity. Her legs trembled, ready to give out beneath her but refusing to let go until he gave her what she craved. And when he finally did, when he thrust one last time and his hips

Her body tensed, arching impossibly as pleasure consumed her. "Hngh~!" she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she convulsed around him, her orgasm ripping through her like a wave. It seemed to go on forever, leaving her gasping for air and feeling utterly spent but impossibly satisfied. She clung to him, her nails scratching lightly at the skin of his neck as he continued to thrust into her, their bodies entwined in a heated embrace. Finally, her muscles relaxed, leaving him free to withdraw and collapse onto the cold bathroom tiles beside her. They lay there, panting heavily, catching their breath as their hearts raced wildly against one another. Isumi looked up at him, her chest heaving, feeling a mix of emotions: relief, satisfaction, and... something else. Something that made her

I felt... connected to you. For once, it wasn't just about the money or showing off my success. It was about this," she murmured, running a hand through her hair. "The heat between us. The way you looked at me like I was all that mattered." She paused, searching his face for any hint of sincerity before continuing, "I don't know if... I want to try it again. Not with the fake engagement this time, but really give it a shot." Her voice was soft yet determined, revealing a side of her she had never shown before.

"I have my own money now," she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment at admitting such a thing to him. "And I could maybe... use some help learning about the world outside of medicine and business." Her eyes locked onto his, waiting for him to react.

Was it too late? Had she

Her heart skipped a beat at his words; they were exactly what she had wanted to hear. As much as it hurt to admit, a part of her had always been attracted to him. The strength he showed now, despite everything they'd been through...it was intoxicating. She felt a surge of hope flood through her, dispelling the doubt that had plagued her thoughts for so long. With renewed determination, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, pouring all of her emotions into the kiss. "Thank you," she whispered when they finally pulled apart, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. "I promise I won't regret this." Her eyes shone with sincerity as she looked deeply into his, willing him to believe her. She knew they had a long road ahead of them, but for now, all that mattered was this moment - the one where they

Her heart raced at his words; she hadn't expected such confidence in their relationship, and it made her heart flutter with anticipation. As they stepped out of the bathroom, ready to face their guests, Isumi couldn't help but feel a newfound lightness within her. Despite the unexpected twists and turns of fate that had brought them together, she knew deep down that Jack was exactly what she needed: someone strong, dependable, and unafraid to love her for who she truly was beneath all the money and prestige.

"Wait just a moment," she murmured, walking back to the bathroom and rummaging through her bag before retrieving a condom. With a small blush, she held it out to him, giving him a reassuring smile. "Just in case," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the music playing in the background. He took the condom with a nod

She paused, her expression conflicted as she considered his words. The thought of having children together suddenly made everything feel more real and permanent; but at the same time, it reminded her of her own fears and insecurities about aging and losing control over their lives. Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering how this new development might shape the course of their relationship. Finally, she mustered up the courage to speak. "I... I'll think about it," she whispered softly. "But for tonight..." She glanced at him meaningfully before leading him back out into the party, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence as they mingled amongst their guests.

As the night progressed, she found herself growing increasingly comfortable with the idea of having children with him, sharing a life together that went beyond just wealth and status. The warmth in his eyes when he looked at her reminded her of why she had fallen for him in the first place: his strength, his loyalty...and now, this unwavering love for her that had always been there, beneath the surface.

Finally, unable to contain her excitement any longer, she whispered into Jack's ear, "Yes... let's make a family together." The words were barely audible over the music, but he heard them loud and clear, his eyes widening in surprise before instantly filling with tears of joy. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, burying his face in her hair as they swayed to the rhythm of their shared happiness.

For the rest of the night, they danced,

"Jack... I'm serious," she murmured, her cheeks flushing at the feel of his hands on her. "I don't want my friends interfering anymore." She took a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing, "But I won't let anyone hurt you either. You're mine now... and I won't share." The last words were spoken with such intensity that they made his heart race faster in his chest.

Despite the harshness of her words, she couldn't help but feel a thrill running through her as he slapped her ass so hard; it stung and left a bright red mark on her skin where his hand had connected. "Fuck... you really know how to make a girl feel wanted," she breathed out, arching her back into the contact. Her hips pressed against his in silent invitation, craving more of his rough affection.

I had no idea how good it would feel having you in my life," she confessed with a blush, her voice soft and husky. "At first I thought... well, I'm not sure what I thought. But now that we've been together like this..." She trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the way he made her feel: cherished, desired, wanted. It was as if every part of her came alive when he touched her.

"You're not just a toy," she said slowly, tilting her head so she could meet his eyes again. "I never saw you that way. You're... you're everything to me now." Her heart raced as she spoke the words; they felt like admitting defeat somehow, but in reality, they were the truest thing she had ever said. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his in a hungry kiss that left them both breath

The thought of her mother's manipulation made her shiver in anger and possessiveness. She pulled away from the kiss with a pout before fixing him with an intense glare. "Don't you ever mention that again," she hissed through clenched teeth, squeezing his arm hard enough to leave a bruise. "You belong with me now, and nothing she says or does can change that." Her words were laced with steel determination; despite her initial reservations about their relationship, she was committed now to making sure they stayed together.

As they continued to dance through the night, it became increasingly clear that Isumi had truly fallen for Jack; her desire for him burned hotter than anything she'd ever experienced before. The thought of losing him to her mother or anyone else terrified her more than anything, and she knew deep down that as long as they were together, nothing would ever tear them

"She's... irrelevant," Isumi murmured, casting the thought aside like so much trash. "You belong with me now, and that's all that matters." Her lips curled into a predatory smile as she glanced down at his crotch; he was clearly excited by her words and the knowledge that they were together, truly together. She couldn't wait until they could be alone again, where she could explore every inch of his body and quench this insatiable hunger that burned inside her whenever she thought about him.

"Let's find someplace private," she breathed, nibbling gently on his earlobe. "I want to see how much you like my little gift." The feel of Jack hard against her leg told her everything she needed to know; he was eager for her as well, and the thought filled her with an exhilarating rush of power and desire.

With a sultry grin, she took his hand and led him towards the garden. The moonlit path shimmered beneath their feet as they strolled through the fragrant flowers, their footsteps muffled by the soft earth. As they neared the seclusion of a private gazebo, Isumi pulled him closer, pressing her body against his in anticipation. "Are you sure about this?" she purred, running her fingers through his hair and down his chest. "My gift might not be everything you expected..." Her voice trailed off teasingly as they arrived at the gazebo and ducked inside, where they were hidden from view by woven reeds and lush foliage.

Once they were alone, she turned to face him, her eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Finding none, she stepped forward and pressed herself against him again, this time with more force, gr