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.

"That's an interesting offer," she said with a raised brow, her voice sweetly sarcastic as she wrapped her arms around herself and tilted her head to the side. "But you have it backwards. I don't have to prove anything to you." With a soft laugh, she continued, "I am better than your girlfriend, that much is obvious." A devilish glint lit up her eyes as she smiled coyly at him, her breath hitching slightly with each word. "But if you insist on a contest... I suppose we could make it interesting."

Without further hesitation, she bent down and pressed her lips against his neck, her hands moving to unbutton his shirt while grinding her hips against him suggestively. In one swift motion, she slipped the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his toned physique. She licked along his collarbone, nipping gently

She gasped playfully as he pushed her away and made the accusation, his face flushed with arousal. The anger that flared up inside her at being challenged was swiftly replaced by determination to prove him wrong. "Oh really?" she whispered, arching a brow again. In one fluid motion, she shimmied out of her white lace bridal veil, revealing herself in all her glory: perfectly toned legs encased in sheer black thigh-highs, large and round breasts covered by soft white heart-shaped pasties, and her stomach bare save for a thin belt adorned with gold embroidery. "Shall we continue?" She purred the words into his ear before spinning around to show off her derrière, encased in black lace thong. Then, slowly, deliberately, she turned back to face him again, a smile of satisfaction playing on

With each word he spoke, her confidence grew. She smiled seductively and nodded once before taking a step closer to him. Unbuttoning his pants with practiced ease, she let them drop to the floor around his ankles, revealing his hardening erection encased in lace briefs. "And here I thought you were more focused on your precious PlayStation," she teased as she knelt down before him, her lips brushing against the head of his cock through the fabric of his underwear. She licked along the tip, tasting him and feeling the power that emanated from him beneath her touch. "But I see now there are other things that interest you." With one swift motion, she hooked a finger into the waistband of his briefs and yanked them down his legs, freeing his cock entirely. She leaned forward, taking the length of him in her hand

His challenge thrilled her, and she accepted it with glee. She glanced at the phone on the dresser before meeting his gaze once more, her lips curving into a smirk. "Very well," she purred as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, taking his hard length between her hands. With practiced ease, she began stroking up and down his shaft, paying attention to his hips, guiding him deeper inside her mouth each time he neared the back of her throat. Her tongue danced along the sensitive underside of his cock, flicking over the head again and again as she took him deeper into her mouth. She moaned around him, arching her back so that her breasts pressed against his thighs as he watched her suck him off like a pro. Her movements were smooth and fluid, but not without passion; each stroke was driven by the

Her eyes flashed with determination as he voiced his concern, and she redoubled her efforts, taking more of him into her mouth and stroking faster. "You think I'm going to let you win this easily?" She teased, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock and using it to stroke in time with her lips. "I will have you cumming for me before the night is through," she purred, sucking harder on him as he began to thrust into her mouth in response. With one last firm tug, she pulled him completely free from her mouth and looked up at him with hooded eyes, her cheeks already flushed from his taste and scent. "You're so close..." she breathed, licking her lips as if they ached for more of him. "Let me help you finish." Then, before he could object or protest, she leaned forward again, taking him back

Her brows furrowed in concentration as he spoke, and she considered his challenge. She rose to her feet slowly, running a hand through her hair before meeting his gaze once more. "Alright then," she said with an almost playful sigh. "If that's what you want..." With a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, she leaned forward, kissing him deeply and passionately, grinding her hips against him as their tongues danced together. As they broke apart for air, she whispered into his ear, "I could show you what I'm like when I'm not trying to be demure..."

Without another word, she grabbed his hand and led him over to the mirror across from her vanity. She pressed them against it, their bodies flush against each other as she ground herself against his erection through their clothes. Her hips moved in a sensual circle, gr

Her heart thudded against her ribcage as she heard the clock tick away, reminding her of their time constraints. With renewed determination, she deepened their kiss, letting out a moan into his mouth as her body moved against his. Her hands slid down his chest and abdomen, finally landing on his belt buckle. In one swift motion, she undid it and let his pants fall to the floor, freeing him from confinement. His hardness sprang up before her eyes, and with a mischievous grin, she wrapped her hand around him once more. Her movements grew rougher as she stroked him, her breath coming in ragged gasps against his skin. She bit his neck hard, moaning into the pain as pleasure spiked through her. "I'll make you cum," she promised hoarsely between kisses, "but first..." With

Her lips left his neck to trail hot, wet kisses down his chest and stomach as she continued to stroke him expertly. With each thrust of her hand, she pressed her body against his growing harder. Her free hand snaked up between them, teasing at the waistband of his briefs before finally slipping underneath to cup him fully. She pinched and rolled his nipple between her fingers as she moaned into his neck, her other hand still working him expertly. "You're so close..." Her voice was a mixture of desire and triumph as her body arched against his in time with her movements. "Just let go...let me see it..."

With one last hard thrust, she brought him over the edge, groaning as he emptied himself onto her hand while his legs trembled beneath him. Panting heavily, she looked up at him through hooded lids, a satisfied