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.

As Tashaka leaned into her, Isumi felt a surge of possessiveness course through her veins. She wrapped her arms tighter around him, holding him close as she exhaled shakily. His scent was faint, but distinctly male. It filled her senses and awakened something primal within her. With each inhalation, she felt herself growing more connected to him, more invested in the charade they were about to perform for their guests. She pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to make a sound as he buried his head against her chest. In this moment, all that mattered was maintaining control, keeping up the facade of dominance and authority. The longer she held him there, the more her heart raced, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She forced herself to remain calm, to ignore the way his presence ignited something deep within her. As their bodies pressed together,

The feel of his arms around her waist was like a vice grip, making it difficult to breathe. But she maintained her composure, allowing him the comfort he seemed to desperately crave. In that moment, she realized that this engagement wasn't just about appearances; it was about securing something more precious than any amount of money or power. She had found a way to connect with someone in a way she never thought possible - by dominating them, molding them into what she wanted them to be. It was a perverse form of affection, perhaps, but it was all she knew how to give and receive. As he buried his face against her chest, inhaling her scent with abandon, Isumi fought back the rising tide of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She forced herself to stay strong, to keep up the act until they were through this charade. For Tashaka,

The feel of his hand on her ass sent shockwaves through her body. Her lips parted slightly in surprise before she managed to compose herself once more. She couldn't let him know how much this touched her, how vulnerable it made her feel. With a quiet gasp, she pressed him closer, silencing his protests and making it clear that this was not the time or place for such displays of affection. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her heart raced faster, threatening to give away her true emotions. For now, she would play the role she had chosen: the strong and powerful one who could control everything around her, even someone like Tashaka. It was a lie, perhaps, but it was all she had left.

Isumi felt herself lose control as his lips met hers. The kiss was slow and fierce, igniting a fire within her that she hadn't known existed. Her body trembled with desire as he squeezed her ass, her fingers digging deeper into his shoulders in response. She moaned into the kiss, her mouth opening under his, allowing him access to her tongue. The taste of him on her lips was addictive, and she couldn't get enough. It wasn't until he broke the kiss that she came back to reality, gasping for air as they stared into each other's eyes. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. The urge to pull away was almost overwhelming, but she forced herself to remain still, to keep up the facade that she was in control.

As he continued to hold her close, Isumi could

With each intimate touch, Isumi felt her control slipping further away. The sensations he elicited from her were both shocking and exhilarating, revealing a side of herself she had never known existed. Her body arched into his hands, pressing against him with increasing urgency. His fingers brushing against her anus caused a shudder to run through her, making it difficult for her to breathe. The moans escaped her lips despite her best efforts to contain them. In this moment, she wasn't the domineering doctor or the successful businesswoman; she was just a woman desperate for pleasure and connection.

Her mind raced as she tried to maintain some semblance of control over their situation, but it was clear that Tashaka held all the power now. She could only hope that he didn't realize how much he affected her, how close he was to revealing her true vulnerability.

As he fed her the chocolate, Isumi felt a new kind of surrender wash over her. It wasn't about giving up control; it was about accepting that there were aspects of herself she had never allowed to surface before. The gentle kiss and soft lick of his tongue on her lips sent shockwaves through her body, making her moan again despite her best efforts to remain silent. In this moment, she knew that their engagement wasn't just a marriage of convenience or a business arrangement; it was something much deeper, something that threatened to expose the cracks in her perfect facade and reveal the person she truly was beneath the surface.

Her fingers clung desperately to his shoulders, digging into his flesh as he continued to kiss her lips and lick the chocolate from her mouth. The heat between them grew hotter with each passing second, obliterating any pretenses of control or dominance they might have once

"Indeed," she replied softly, her breath still ragged as she regained control of herself. "Let's not keep the guests waiting." As he dressed, she stood up slowly, straightening her dress and adjusting her veil. Despite the outward appearance of calm composure, her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and fear. She knew that this day would change everything; it was a gamble, but one she had to take if she wanted to prove herself right. Tashaka was hers now, body and soul, and she intended to make sure he never forgot it.

With one final glance at her reflection in the mirror, Isumi took his hand and led him out into the hallway where their guests awaited them, anxious for the grand entrance of the newly engaged couple. As they stepped through the doors together, she could feel a thousand eyes upon them, waiting to see if their engagement would be everything they had

As the priest droned on about love and commitment, Isumi's heart raced with anticipation. The ring felt heavy on her finger, a reminder of everything she had staked on this day. She squeezed Tashaka's hand tightly, not wanting to let go, even for a moment. When the priest finally finished and asked if they would declare their vows to one another, Isumi met Tashaka's gaze and spoke with quiet confidence:

"I, Isumi, take you, Tashaka, as my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. I promise to be faithful to you alone, to love you unconditionally and to care for you always." Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke the words, but her eyes remained fixed on his

As he repeated the vows after her, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Despite everything that had brought them here, it felt right somehow. The feeling of his hand in hers was something she hadn't known she needed until now. And with each word spoken, a new sense of determination welled up inside her. She would make sure this arrangement worked out for both of their sakes; even if it meant bending the rules and breaking some hearts along the way. When the priest finally pronounced them husband and wife, Isumi leaned in close to Tashaka's ear and whispered huskily, "Welcome to the family, love." It was a playful remark laced with dominance; a reminder of their new roles in this unconventional partnership.

Her heart raced as he carried her back to the dressing room and locked the door behind them. She smiled up at him, feeling a thrill of anticipation mixed with submission. "What are you planning, husband?" she purred, leaning closer to his ear, her voice soft and seductive despite her earlier confidence. The air in the room thickened as he set her down on the chair. With an unmistakable air of dominance, he began to undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso covered in PlayStation tattoos. Isumi watched him, transfixed by each movement, her breath coming faster. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of games they would play now that they were officially married.