The car drove through the night. Streetlights passed by in steady rhythm.
They arrived at the mansion.
Yamada got out first. He walked around the car and opened the door for Louisa. He took her hand and pulled her out with gentleness and care.
He led her inside the house. The lights were low. Quiet.
He took her straight to the basement stairs.
They went down together.
The red light welcomed them.
Louisa looked around slowly. The padded walls. The bench. The cuffs. The cabinet. The table.
"This looks fun," she said.
Yamada sighed.
"Yes. But I am not doing anything with you here."
Louisa turned to him. She looked a little surprised.
"Why not?"
Yamada stepped closer. He gently brushed her hair behind her ear.
"Because this place is for revenge. For the nurses who hurt me. You're not one of them. I don't want to mix those two things."
Louisa stared at him for a moment. Then she smiled softly.
"So… this basement is only for them?"
"Yeah."
She stepped closer. Wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Then where do you take girls like me?"
Yamada looked down at her. His hands rested on her hips.
"My room. Or somewhere normal. Somewhere that doesn't feel like punishment."
Louisa rested her head against his chest.
"I like that."
They stood there for a while. Just holding each other in the red light.
No rush.
No pressure.
Just the two of them.
After a minute, Yamada spoke.
"Want to go upstairs?"
Louisa nodded against him.
"Yeah. Let's go to your room."
Yamada took her hand.
They walked up the stairs together.
The basement door closed behind them.
They went upstairs to Yamada's room.
The moment the door closed, Louisa pushed him against it and kissed him hard. Hungry. Needy.
Yamada kissed her back, hands sliding down to her ass, pulling her flush against him.
They stumbled toward the bed. Clothes came off piece by piece. Uniform blazer. Shirt. Skirt. Hoodie. Pants.
Louisa dropped to her knees first.
She looked up at him with those green eyes, lips already shiny.
"Can I?"
Yamada nodded.
She took him into her mouth. Warm. Wet. Eager.
She bobbed her head, taking him deeper each time. Tongue swirling around the head. One hand stroking what she couldn't fit.
Yamada groaned softly, fingers threading through her blonde hair.
"Fuck… good girl."
Louisa moaned around him. The vibration made his hips twitch.
She pulled off with a wet pop, breathing hard.
"More?"
Yamada pulled her up. Laid her on the bed.
He climbed over her. Kissed her deeply while sliding inside her in one smooth thrust.
Louisa moaned loud. Legs wrapping around his waist.
They moved together. Hard. Fast. Then slow and deep.
First round ended with her shaking beneath him, crying out his name as she came.
Yamada pulled out and came on her stomach.
Second round started almost immediately.
Louisa pushed him onto his back. Straddled him.
She lowered herself onto his cock, moaning as she took every inch.
Then she started riding him. Hips rolling. Breasts bouncing.
Yamada gripped her waist, thrusting up to meet her.
Third round.
Louisa got on her knees again. This time she pressed her soft, full breasts around his cock.
Boob job.
She squeezed them together and moved up and down. Looking up at him with a flushed, lewd expression.
Yamada groaned. Thrusting between her tits.
"Louisa…"
She opened her mouth. Tongue out. Ready.
He came hard. Thick ropes landing on her tongue, her lips, her chest.
Louisa swallowed what she could. Then licked the rest off her breasts.
Fourth round.
She sucked him again. Mouth job. Sloppy. Noisy. Tears in her eyes from how deep she took him.
Yamada held her head gently but firmly, guiding her rhythm.
When he was close, he pulled her off and flipped her onto all fours.
He fucked her from behind. Hard. Deep.
Louisa was losing it.
"Ah—! Yamada—! Fuck—! Mafia Daddy—!"
She froze the moment the words left her mouth.
Yamada paused mid-thrust.
"…Mafia Daddy?"
Louisa buried her face in the pillow, mortified.
"I—I didn't mean—! It just slipped out—!"
Yamada chuckled. Low. Dark. Then thrust deep again.
"Say it again."
Louisa whimpered.
"M-Mafia Daddy…"
Yamada groaned and fucked her harder.
She came again. Loud. Shaking.
He followed right after. Filling her deep.
They collapsed together. Sweaty. Breathing hard.
Yamada pulled her into his arms. Kissed her forehead. Then her lips. Gentle now.
"You okay?" he asked.
Louisa nodded, face still red.
"Yeah… just embarrassed."
Yamada smirked.
"Mafia Daddy, huh?"
She groaned and hid her face in his chest.
"Shut up…"
He laughed softly and stroked her hair.
They stayed like that. Tangled together. Quiet.
The night was calm.
And Louisa was smiling.
The next morning came.
Saki walked into the dining room, still a little sleepy. Her eyes widened when she saw Louisa sitting at the table.
Louisa was wearing one of Yamada's oversized shirts. Hair slightly messy. Looking very comfortable.
Saki blinked.
"When did you arrive?"
Yamada drank his tea calmly.
"After our date."
Saki's brain didn't take even one second to process.
"Oh."
She stood there frozen. Her face slowly turned red as the meaning sank in.
Louisa smiled at her, completely unbothered.
"Morning, Saki-chan~"
Saki looked between them. Yamada eating breakfast like nothing happened. Louisa sipping juice with a satisfied expression.
Her mind screamed.
'Date. After date. She stayed the night. In his room. They—'
Saki quickly sat down. Grabbed a piece of toast. Tried to act normal.
But her cheeks stayed bright red.
Miyuri, already eating, tilted her head.
"Saki-nee, your face is super red. Are you sick?"
Saki shook her head fast.
"I'm fine."
Yamada glanced at her. Calm as always.
"Eat. You need it."
Saki nodded quickly and took a bite of toast.
But inside her head, the thoughts wouldn't stop.
'Louisa stayed over… They had a date… and then…'
She stole another glance at Louisa, who was happily eating and occasionally smiling at Yamada.
Saki looked down at her plate.
'This house really is something else…'
Saki kept her eyes on her plate for the rest of breakfast.
The table was quiet except for the occasional clink of chopsticks and Miyuri's happy humming.
Louisa occasionally glanced at Yamada with a soft, satisfied smile.
Yamada ate normally, calm as ever.
But Saki's mind was still spinning.
'Date… stayed the night… in his room…'
She took another small bite of toast.
This house really was something else.
Meanwhile in a different part of Japan.
Three girls — plus one more — finished packing their bags in a luxurious bedroom.
Yuna Tsubakihara folded her clothes neatly, a soft, gentle smile on her face.
Nina Tsubakihara tossed her things into the suitcase with energetic movements, clearly excited.
Shinomiya Natsu, their longtime friend, carefully placed her bag beside theirs. She had known Yamada since they were small children, just like the twins.
Mira Tsubakihara, the mother of the twins, watched them all with a warm, elegant smile as she closed her own luggage. She had always treated Yamada like her own son — a maternal figure who had helped raise him alongside his parents.
They carried the bags down and placed them into the back of a sleek black car.
The four of them stood together for a moment.
No words were needed.
They all remembered the same boy.
The boy they had spent countless summers and winters with since childhood.
The boy who was promised to Yuna and Nina.
The boy who was family to all of them.
Yuna hugged her bag to her chest, eyes soft.
"Yamada-kun… it's been so long."
Nina grinned, eyes sparkling with competitive energy.
"He's been hiding from us long enough. Time to remind him who he belongs to."
Shinomiya Natsu smiled gently, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.
"I wonder if he still remembers our old hideouts…"
Mira placed a hand on Natsu's shoulder, her smile warm and maternal.
"He'll be happy to see all of you. Especially you three — his precious childhood friends and fiancées."
The driver closed the trunk.
The four of them got into the car.
As the vehicle started moving, they all shared the same thought.
They were going to see their Yamada again.
And they had no intention of leaving without him.
The black car drove smoothly down the highway.
Inside, the atmosphere was warm and full of anticipation.
Yuna sat quietly, looking out the window with a gentle smile.
Nina was checking her phone, already planning what she would say when she saw Yamada.
Shinomiya Natsu leaned back in her seat, a soft nostalgic smile on her face as she remembered their childhood days together.
Mira sat with elegant poise, watching the three girls with a fond, motherly expression.
None of them spoke much.
They didn't need to.
All four of them were thinking about the same person.
The boy who had been part of their lives for as long as they could remember.
The boy who belonged to them in different ways.
The car continued forward.
Toward Yamada's mansion.
Toward the life he had been building in secret.
And toward the moment when everything would become just a little more complicated.
To be continue
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