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.

"You're so polite, just like your mother said," Isumi purred as she caressed his hand and admired her engagement ring on his finger. She slid closer to him, her body mere inches away from his. "Now it's time for me to show you what you can expect from your future wife. No more lazing around, playing video games all day. You will learn from the best how to be the man I deserve." Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as she gazed into his eyes. With a confidence born of wealth and arrogance, she stepped even closer, pressing her body against him. Her breasts flattened against his chest, while their hips touched and her legs wrapped around his waist. "I will give you the world, my love," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "But only if you prove yourself worthy of it." Her fingers delved into his hair, tangling themselves in the dark locks as her other hand found its way to the hem of his shirt. "And that starts tonight." With a growl, she tugged at his shirt roughly, ripping it open, revealing his bare chest beneath. In one fluid motion, her lips claimed his in a searing kiss, their bodies grinding against each other as she took what she wanted with authority and force. Her tongue danced expertly with his, igniting a spark between them that was both dangerous and irresistible. Around them, the room seemed to disappear, replaced by nothing but their heated desire and the need for control. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, existing in a bubble where rules no longer applied. And it was intoxicating.

The look in his eyes as they met hers through their locked lips was almost comical. His pupils were dilated, and he struggled to keep them focused, telling her that this wasn't how it was supposed to be. The rejection stung, but she ignored the tiny sliver of doubt that tried to creep into her mind. Instead, she tightened her grip on his hair, pulling him closer still as her hips ground against his growing arousal. Her tongue danced hungrily with his, coaxing a moan from his throat that vibrated against hers. She felt his body beginning to give in to the sensations she was creating, and it only fueled her determination. Her free hand roamed across his chest, teasingly grazing over his nipples before moving lower, dipping into the waistband of his pants. With a growl of triumph, she freed him from his jeans, taking hold of his erection and stroking it firmly. His breath hitched in response, and his grip on her tightened. She smiled around their locked lips, feeling the power surge through her veins as he gave himself over to her entirely. "There," she murmured, her voice low and satisfied. "That's better." With expert precision, she continued to stroke him, her movements growing bolder and more demanding. Her body arched into his with each thrust of her hips, and the sounds of their moans filled the air. Around them, the world seemed to spin out of control, but they were oblivious to anything but the intense need that bound them together in this moment.

Her hand stilled for a moment as she regarded him with widened eyes, surprised by the size and girth of his erection. His body was still angled away from her, but she could feel the heat emanating from his length, and it sent shivers down her spine. With determination, she reached up to grab his chin, tilting his head back so that their eyes met again. "You are mine," she purred, her voice low and husky. "And I will have you tonight." Her gaze flickered downward before returning to meet his again, her expression filled with hunger and need. With a growl, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inside her in one smooth motion. His heat surrounds her, filling her up completely as he stretches her in ways she never imagined possible. Her hips began to move against his, grinding against him with a rhythm born of pure need and desire. She felt the tension building inside her, the sweet release clawing at her senses as she rode him harder and faster. The sounds they made filled the room: moans and groans and gasped expletives that seemed to echo off the walls and fuel their passion even further. "Yes," Isumi hissed between clenched teeth, "give it to me." She arched her back, offering herself up completely as he drove deeper inside her with each powerful thrust. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny crescent moons of blood on his skin as she fought for control and release. With a shuddering cry, she felt the climax crash over her like a wave, washing away everything but this moment, this man, and their shared desire. Her body clenched around him, milking him until he groaned out his own release, pouring himself into

As he spilled his seed inside her, Isumi's eyes rolled back in pleasure. She threw her head back, arching her body as far away from him as she could, savoring the sensation of being filled to the brim by his release. When it was over, she lowered herself back down onto his chest, their sweaty bodies pressed together once more. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she looked down at him with a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Not bad," she purred, running a fingertip along the ridge of his earlobe. "I think you'll make a fine addition to my collection." Leaning forward, she pressed a light kiss to his lips before standing up and walking over to where her discarded clothes lay in a messy heap on the floor. With effortless grace, she straightened her dress, adjusting her lace bra and silk underwear so that everything was just so. She caught sight of herself in the mirror again, admiring how perfectly put-together she looked despite their passionate interlude. "Now," she said, turning back to him with a cold smile on her lips. "It's time for you to make good on your end of our deal."

The ceremony was a lavish affair, with everyone in attendance oohing and ahhing over their newly formed union. The entire room seemed to revolve around Isumi as she smiled brightly at each well-wisher, basking in the attention like a cat on a windowsill. To say that she was pleased with herself would be an understatement; her plan had worked flawlessly. She had manipulated and controlled him into becoming the man she wanted, all while maintaining the image of a doting wife-to-be. It was perfection.

As the party wound down and the last of their guests departed, Isumi took his hand in hers, leading him up to her opulent penthouse suite. The view from the top was breathtaking: the city lights twinkled below them like a sea of stars, and she could see all the way to the ocean on a clear night. She reveled in the sense of power that coursed through her veins, knowing that he was now completely hers.

"So," Isumi purred as she walked over to her expensive bar, already pouring herself a glass of wine. "What would you like to drink?" Her tone was light and playful, but there was an undertone of menace that even she couldn't quite hide. "We should celebrate our nuptials in style, don't you think?"

She paused, tilting her head slightly as she regarded him from across the room. He stood awkwardly by the door, his clothes still rumpled from their earlier encounter. A faint blush crept up his neck, and he looked down at the floor uncomfortably. Isumi raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. There was something different about him tonight...perhaps it was vulnerability. And that realization sent a shiver down her

She smirked, taking a sip of her wine before setting the glass down on the bar with a satisfied clink. "Well, technically," she drawled, savoring the word as if it were a delicious morsel of gossip, "you can call me 'wife' now." She paused, allowing the weight of those words to sink in before continuing with a dismissive shrug. "But for all intents and purposes, you may still address me as Isumi." Her voice was cool and distant, but there was a hint of uncertainty beneath the surface.

She walked over to him slowly, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor in a deliberate rhythm. When she reached him, she circled around him once before coming to a stop directly behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze that was equal parts possessive and reassuring. "Come," she murmured, guiding him over to the couch. "Let's relax, get comfortable."

As they sat down together, Isumi couldn't help but feel an almost inexplicable shift in the atmosphere between them. It was as if the power balance had somehow shifted, and for once, she wasn't quite sure how to handle it. She busied herself with pouring him a drink, trying to regain some semblance of control over their strange new dynamic. But every time she glanced up at his face, there was something different there: a softness, an emotion that she couldn't quite place.

The sound of shattering glass pierced the silence between them as his drink hit the floor. Isumi's heart skipped a beat; her eyes widened in surprise, and she glanced down at the mess on the carpet with dismay. Slowly, she turned back to face him, taking in the look of panic on his features. There was an odd sensation welling up inside her chest: relief? Amusement? Or perhaps something else entirely?

"Well," Isumi began, attempting a light tone as she rose to her feet. "At least it wasn't my favorite crystal vase." She walked over and knelt down beside him, offering her hand. "Come on, let's clean this up together." The gesture was unexpectedly sweet, catching him off guard. He hesitated for a moment before taking her hand, allowing her to pull him to his feet.

Together they gathered the broken shards of glass and disposable cups, dumping them into a trash bag. As she tied it up securely, Isumi couldn't help but notice how close they were standing. Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met once more. Something was definitely different about him tonight...and it had her feeling strangely off-balance.

"I guess we should get some sleep," she murmured, leading him over to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the mattress and patted the spot beside her. "We have a big day tomorrow, after all." Her voice was almost wistful as she said it, and for a moment, he thought he saw a flash of vulnerability in her eyes before it disappeared just as quickly.

She gave him a small smile, reassuringly gentle. "Don't worry about it," she said with a wave of her hand. "Accidents happen." As they lay down together beneath the sheets, Isumi found herself acutely aware of his presence beside her. The air between them felt charged with an energy that was both electric and unsettling.

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a comfortable position that didn't involve touching him quite so much. When she finally gave up and settled on curling into herself, he made no move to take advantage of her vulnerability. Instead, he turned away from her, facing the wall as if they were complete strangers sharing the same bed. The silence stretched out between them like an unbearable weight, and Isumi couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease creep into her stomach.

Eventually, she fell asleep, dreaming fitfully about the strange events that had transpired throughout the day. Her last thought before surrendering to slumber was of how different things were supposed to be. But when she woke up in the morning, with the warmth of sunlight streaming through the window and her husband still fast asleep beside her, she knew that whatever had happened the night before, it couldn't be undone now.

She would just have to figure out how to live with this new reality - and him.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt something hard and solid pressing against her hand. For a moment, she wondered what it could be; then the realization dawned on her. He was still hard...and not just because of his erection poking through his pants. She glanced over at him, noticing that he seemed to be fast asleep, a faint blush staining his cheeks. Her heart began to race as she took in the sight of his naked body, so exposed and vulnerable beneath her touch.

Carefully, she slid her hand down further, over the length of his shaft, feeling the silky smooth skin stretched taut over steel-like muscle. She marveled at how beautiful he looked in this moment, his cock standing proudly erect despite their previous encounter and all the drama that had unfolded between them. A shiver ran down her spine as she began to stroke him slowly, experimentally, wondering how it would feel to have him inside her once more.

Her touch seemed to have an effect on him; he let out a quiet moan and shifted in his sleep, drawing closer to her without even realizing it. His hips rolled towards her, granting her easier access as she continued to stroke him. The head of his erection brushed against the folds of her pussy, sending a jolt of desire coursing through her body. She bit her lip, struggling to contain a whimper as she considered whether or not she should take things further.

And then, with a decisiveness that surprised even herself, she lowered her mouth to him, taking his length into her mouth as far as it would go. The taste of him on her tongue was intoxicating; he tasted like sweet victory and forbidden pleasure all rolled into one. With each upward thrust of his hips

Isumi let out a surprised gasp as his cock hit the back of her throat, completely filling her mouth. The sensation was both overwhelming and exhilarating; she'd never taken him this deep before. Her hands came up to cup his hips, steadying herself as she began to move slowly up and down on him. With each gentle thrust, his length vibrated against the sensitive flesh of her throat, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her movements grew bolder with each passing moment, and soon she was moaning around him, unable to contain the pleasure that surged through her. His hips bucked in response, thrusting upward harder against her mouth, his erection growing even more demanding. She could feel the tension building inside her, an urgency that threatened to spiral out of control if she didn't find release soon.

With a growl, she reached down between their bodies and began stroking him in time with her movements on him. His cock jumped at her touch, eager for more contact, and she obliged by taking him even deeper into her mouth with each stroke of her hand. The combination was too much; he shouted out his release, filling her mouth with hot, salty liquid as his hips bucked violently against her face.

As he came down from his high, Isumi pulled away slowly, reveling in the feel of him pulsing weakly between her fingers. His breath came in ragged gasps as his eyelids fluttered open, revealing confused blue eyes that met hers for a brief moment before they closed again, allowing him to sink back into the comfort of unconsciousness.

A satisfied smile curved her lips as she cleaned herself up and slipped out of bed, leaving him to sleep off their little advent

The sight of Isumi bending over him, her lips parted as she prepared to offer him another taste of his own release, sent shivers down his spine. Her movements were slow and deliberate, like a cat enjoying the last bits of cream from its bowl. She held his gaze for a moment before lowering herself onto his chest, her weight settling comfortably between his spread legs.

"Mmm," she purred contentedly as he felt her tongue slide out to lick up the trails of cum that still coated her lips and chin. "That was quite the display you put on last night." Her voice was sultry, laced with an undercurrent of admiration that sent a shiver down his spine.

He looked up at her as she leaned forward to retrieve something from the bedside table. When she turned back to him, he noticed that she'd changed into a revealing negligee that did little to hide her curves or assets. It was like watching her in a different light; more intimate somehow.

"I thought you might be hungry," she said innocently, holding up a tray of breakfast pastries. "There are some for you too." A tiny wrinkle formed between her eyebrows as she regarded him quizzically. "Is something the matter? You look a bit...off."

He hesitated before answering, still trying to process everything that had happened in the last few hours. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and uncertain. "I don't know," he admitted. "I just feel...different somehow." She cocked her head to the side, studying him with a curious expression on her face. It was at that moment that he realized the gravity of what he'd just said - and how it might affect their arrangement.

The expression on his face was almost comical; she couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, that," she said dismissively, waving a hand in the air. "That's just some of your own essence, mixed with mine." Her tone was teasing, and he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks once more.

She leaned forward, offering him one of the pastries from the tray. "Here," she purred, nibbling on a corner of it before pressing the rest against his lips. "I made these especially for you." As he took the pastry and began to eat, she stretched out beside him, propping her head up on one hand as she watched him with an amused glint in her eye.

The tension between them eased somewhat as they ate breakfast together in silence. Isumi couldn't help but feel a twinge of something foreign stirring inside her chest; it didn't quite feel like pity or guilt, but it was unsettling nonetheless. She glanced down at his hands, noticing for the first time that they were shaking slightly. A flash of uncertainty passed through her mind before being replaced with a resolute determination to regain control of their situation.

"Well," she said brightly, finally breaking the silence, "I hope you're feeling better now." She took another bite of her pastry and looked out the window, gazing absently at the city beyond. "There are a few errands we need to run today; I want to go shopping for some things to spruce up our home." Her voice was cool and commanding, but there was an undercurrent of unease that he couldn't quite shake off.

He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat refusing to budge as he met her gaze

As they walked through the crowded mall, Isumi couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It wasn't just because of the strange look in Sayuri's eyes when she spotted them together; there was an undercurrent of tension in the air between her and her husband that she couldn't quite place.

"Isumi-chan, darling!" a familiar voice called out from across the way, causing Isumi to freeze in her tracks. She glanced over at Sayuri, who had turned beet red and was frantically motioning for them not to go over. Reluctantly, she gave her friend's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before walking over to where Ana stood with two other women.

"Ana!" Isumi greeted, trying to keep the forced cheerfulness out of her voice. "It's been too long! How have you been?"

The older woman smiled warmly, but there was something sad in her eyes. "Oh, you know," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Just trudging through life, day by day." She gestured to the women beside her. "These are my colleagues from work; they were just wondering what I'd been up to lately."

Isumi nodded politely, introducing Ana's coworkers to Sayuri's son. The exchange of pleasantries was stilted and forced, and she couldn't help but feel that the women were sizing him up with disapproval. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, someone called out from across the way, interrupting the awkward silence.

"Oh! Ana-chan!" a woman called, waving enthusiastically from her position near one of the store entrances. "Come on, we'

"long," Ana replied, nodding in the direction of her friend before turning back to Isumi. "Oh, would you mind watching him for a moment? It won't take long." She placed a gentle hand on Isumi's arm, her expression pleading.

Isumi hesitated for only a moment before reluctantly agreeing. She glanced over at Sayuri's son with a mixture of sympathy and annoyance. He looked lost in the crowd, clearly uncomfortable with the attention being paid to them. With a sigh, she turned back to Ana, nodding for her friend to continue their conversation.

Time seemed to drag as they talked, and Isumi could feel herself growing increasingly agitated. Every so often, she would glance over at Sayuri's son, who was still standing where he had been earlier, looking lost and out of place. Finally, after what felt like hours, Ana excused herself once more to go talk to another friend.

"Well," Isumi said brightly, stepping forward and taking the younger man's arm. "Shall we go back to shopping now?" She tried to sound casual, but there was an edge to her voice that he couldn't quite miss. He nodded mutely in agreement, following her through the crowd without another word.

As they walked, Isumi couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having regained control of the situation. But beneath this triumphant feeling lurked an undercurrent of guilt and discomfort that she couldn't quite shake off. She wasn't sure what it meant or where it came from, but she knew she didn't like it one bit.