Tokyo – Hayama Estate, Late Night
The room was quiet but heavy with tension.Aika stood still under Renjiro's gaze — her silk robe loose around her frame, heart racing beneath the fabric.
Renjiro's voice echoed low in the silence.
"Tonight… we consummate."
She swallowed, breath tight.
Not from fear.But from the weight of the moment — one she had imagined since girlhood, now shaped by distance and complexity.
Still, she nodded.
"Yes… I understand."
As the Robe Fell
Renjiro stepped forward.
No warmth in his touch — not tenderness.
But possession.
He slid his hand to her shoulder and slipped her robe down in a single motion.His breath caught slightly — she was far more delicate, far more beautiful, than he expected.
He touched her like something he already owned.
"Say my name."
She looked up at him, eyes wide — her body trembling slightly beneath his fingers.
"Renjiro…"
"Louder."
Her lips parted again, her cheeks flushed red.
"Renjiro," she whispered.
And that was all it took.
He kissed her hard, one hand holding her breast, it was nice and plump just the right size
Aika gasp, eyes wide as this is new to her
Renjiro keep on kissing her hard, expose both her breast and laying her down. light were dimmed but he still saw how beautiful she was.
Through the Night
He took her with heat.With jealousy.With the echo of images from earlier that day — of her beside another man in those old articles.Of the world calling her perfect.Of her body now beneath him.
Every time she gasped, every time she whispered his name, it fed the fire inside him.
And she — shy, unknowing, aching — followed him, flinching at first, crying out once from the pain of her first time, but never pulling away.
She wanted him.
Not because he asked.
But because she loved him.
And when he kissed her throat and said "Mine."When he told her to call his name again, louder this time—
She obeyed.
"Renjiro…"
"Say it like you mean it."
"…Renjiro."
Over and over, through breathless moans, through tears and heat and everything she couldn't say with words.
Renjiro was hard, his hand was all over her body and went to he private part, he played her there until his hand is soaked. open her leg wider and keep on playing her until she could not take it anymore.
Aika could not understand what this is, but it was sensual, her whole body felt elevated. she try to say no.. stop.. but she could not. she try to close her leg hold his hand to stop playing
Renjiro knows she is cumming, having her first climax, he took her hand away and at the same time try to stop her from closing her leg.
She was helpless, then she let it go. Having her first climax and she did not know.
She screamed her lung out " Renjiro... stop!!! Argh....!!" her whole body spasm and raised holding and hugging him. She was shocked and needed to hold.
Renjiro smile and kissed her hard. "Ummm.. ha..."
Only that it made her body become more jello.
He heard her voice crack.
Saw the tears slip from the corners of her eyes.
And in his mind, it only twisted deeper.
"You've done this before… haven't you?"
He growled the words into her skin, not waiting for an answer.
"Sweet little liar."
Jealousy gripped him tighter than her hands.
He didn't stop.
Didn't let her explain.
Didn't know—this was her first time.Didn't know that her trembling, her tears, were not guilt — but pain, nerves, and hope.
And when her body arched beneath him again, soft cries escaping, eyes glassy and lips red—
All Renjiro knew was that he wanted more. He inserted his hard into her, making her scream loud "Aaaaa!!.." Holding him tight.
Then did he realised this is her first time. He smiled thinking she belong to him only not that European guy. " Your mine now"
Renjiro continue to pump he in and out.
" Moan for me... moan more... you like it dont you.. say it"
He made her say it
"Renjiro... please... i cant.. something is cumming.. im cumming again.. please"
"Say you like it.. say it.. say you want me to thrust you deeper"
Taking her leg to circle his bag. Forcing he to say yes.
"Yes!!!..Yesss!! oh my god.. what happening.. im cumming again!!! yes i like it!! I... I...."
Next aika came hard, her body spasm and shaking.. she could not control her self.. she was someone could control but not this.. she let it go
"Argh.... Renjiro...."
Until before dawn…Again.And again.
Until exhaustion pulled them under.
At Last – Silence
The room had dimmed.
The city lights had faded to a pale morning haze.
Aika lay beside him — her body sore, her eyes barely open.She had said nothing since the last time he kissed her shoulder, pressed a breathless word against her neck.
And now, Renjiro lay with his arm over his eyes, chest still rising with shallow breaths.
They had crossed a threshold neither of them could undo.
But they still hadn't spoken.
Morning After
Aika stirred slowly beneath layers of soft blankets. The first sensation was warmth.
The second — the heaviness of an arm curled around her waist, firm, anchoring her to the bed.
She opened her eyes.
Renjiro.Still here.Lying on his side behind her, chest rising gently against her back.
They were tangled under the covers, skin warm, her head tucked near his collarbone, his breath brushing softly against her hair.
He hadn't left.
She froze for a moment, unsure of whether to move.Her body ached — the soreness between her thighs, the sting in her muscles, all reminders of what happened hours ago.
Last night… hadn't been gentle.Not romantic.Not a slow dance of love.
It had been hungry.Demanding.Possessive.
And yet, she had not stopped him.
Because she wanted it — wanted him — even if he didn't feel the same.Even if she knew… the touch he gave was not born from love.
Still, it was hers.
And now… so was this moment.
His Presence
Renjiro didn't speak.
But he didn't move away, either.
He lay there behind her, eyes open but quiet, lost in some unspoken thought.
His hand, heavy over her stomach, shifted slightly.
Then, slowly—
He pulled her closer.
Tighter.
Until her back pressed fully against his chest, until she could feel the full weight of his presence cocooning her.
Still… no words.
Just the steady, guarded rhythm of his breath.
Aika's eyes softened.
She didn't speak either.
She only closed her eyes and let herself be held — unsure what it meant, but knowing that, even in silence, even if it was only for a moment…
He chose not to let her go.
Late Morning – Tokyo Residence
They were both awake, though neither moved.The curtains were half‑drawn, thin light painting quiet lines across the room.
Aika lay very still beneath the blankets, Renjiro's arm still draped around her waist. His breathing was steady, but too deliberate to be sleep.
After a long pause, his voice came—low, even, distant.
"What happened last night…"
She waited, heart thudding.
"…it was an obligation. Between husband and wife. Nothing more."
The words settled like cold rain.
Aika's body stiffened; her eyes stung before she could stop them. He couldn't see it—his face was turned toward the ceiling, his arm still around her as if nothing had changed.
He went on, still calm, still unreadable.
"If a child comes from it, we'll… discuss what to do next. We'll handle it properly."
There was no anger in his tone, no affection either—only the clipped practicality of business.
Aika stared at the wall in front of her, trying not to let her breathing change.
So even that would be another transaction.
She blinked hard, swallowing the ache rising in her throat.
He doesn't hate the duty, she realized. He hates that it's with me.
Still, she didn't move. She let him keep his arm around her, because pulling away would mean admitting how much it hurt.
The clock ticked once, twice.Outside, the sound of the garden's fountain reached through the window.
Renjiro exhaled quietly, unaware of the single tear sliding down the bridge of her nose and onto the pillow.
Neither of them spoke again.
Midmorning – Aika
The room was silent when she finally sat up.Renjiro had already gone.
The other side of the futon was cold, the blankets folded back neatly — almost like he had never been there at all.
Aika rose slowly, wincing faintly from the soreness in her body. She moved to the vanity and caught her reflection — skin pale, eyes red, lips still faintly bruised from the night before.
She didn't cry again.
Not because it didn't hurt.
But because she had already given enough of herself.
She dressed slowly in a soft blouse and modest skirt, brushed her hair, and stepped into the quiet halls of the Hayama estate like nothing had changed.
To the staff, she smiled.To Suzu, she answered lightly when greeted.And at breakfast with her in-laws, she poured tea with perfect grace — even as her hands trembled slightly each time her fingers curled around the porcelain handle.
"If a child comes from it, we'll discuss what to do next."
The words looped in her mind like a cruel lullaby.
He hadn't kissed her goodbye.He hadn't touched her with kindness.He hadn't asked if she was in pain.
He had taken.And she had given.And now she was just… here.
Smiling.
Like nothing ever happened.
Later – Renjiro
Renjiro sat in his Tokyo office, suit perfectly pressed, reports pulled up across two screens. His assistant came and went. His team briefed him on tech expansions and board meetings.
He answered questions. Signed contracts. Made decisions.
But he hadn't checked his phone once.
He kept thinking about the moment he'd woken up and felt Aika still sleeping beside him.
The smallness of her frame curled beneath the blanket.The softness of her breath.
The way she didn't move when he left.
He told himself it didn't matter.
"It was an obligation."
That's all it was.
But every time he tried to refocus, her voice — breathless, broken, whispering his name the night before — echoed in his ears.
He could still see her face twisted in something he didn't understand.Still feel the way her hands had trembled when they touched his skin.
"She wasn't faking that…"
He scowled and pushed the thought away.
"She's not innocent."
"She had someone before. She hides too much."
Still… something didn't sit right.
And when his assistant placed a magazine on his desk — a society feature praising Aika's composure, her mysterious designer connections, her rising influence as 'the perfect heir-wife' — Renjiro stared at it too long.
He flipped the page, lips pressed tight.
"Perfect," he muttered.
But he wasn't sure if he meant it with pride… or something else.