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.

"Excuse me?" Her voice was sharp as ice as she shot him an incredulous look, her eyes narrowing to angry slits. "Let me make this very clear, young man. You are no longer in a position to object." She pulled his hand closer, pressing the ring into his palm before wrapping it around hers once more. With a dismissive wave of her free hand, she continued, "Now, put on that stupid grin and show those guests what you're really here for. And try not to make me regret this mistake."

Her words were cold and hard as stone, but there was a glint in her eye that betrayed her unease. This wasn't how things were supposed to go; he was meant to be grateful for the offer she was making him, not challenge it. But Isumi couldn't let herself show weakness now. She had worked too hard to build up this facade of perfection

Her voice dripped with condescension as she fixed him with a cold stare. "Oh, dear boy," she said, rolling her eyes. "You're really quite pathetic." She leaned in close, lowering her voice to a whisper that carried the weight of a hundred insults. "I suppose you believe your own delusions; that I married you out of some misguided sense of charity or pity?" She let out a harsh laugh before continuing. "You're nothing special to me, but your status and your family name will be an addition to mine. You are a tool for my ambitions, nothing more."

Her gaze hardened once again, and she straightened up, releasing his hand. "Now," she said, her voice returning to its polished and controlled tone. "Let's not waste any more time on such pointless questions. It's about time we head out

Her lips curled into a smirk as she took another step toward him. "Is that so?" She said, the words dripping with false sweetness. Her gaze narrowed, and her posture became more aggressive. "Then perhaps it's time for us to have a little talk about the consequences of disobeying your betters."

Without another word, she reached out and grabbed him roughly by the collar, dragging him closer until their faces were mere inches apart. Her breath tickled against his skin, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. "You think you can defy me so easily?" She growled through clenched teeth. "I've built this empire with my own two hands, and I will not let some spoiled brat ruin it for me!"

Her grip on him tightened further, her nails digging into his flesh in warning. He win

Her words were soft but forceful, dripping with the authority she'd cultivated over her long life. "Do you really think I need you?" She sneered contemptuously, her eyes daring him to answer. "You're nothing but a burden, a waste of potential." Isumi's fingers tightened painfully around his collar as she leaned in closer still, her hot breath playing over the skin of his face. "The only reason you're still alive," she whispered hoarsely, "is because I allow it."

She released him abruptly, stepping back with a satisfied smirk curling her lips. The sudden movement sent Pranto stumbling backwards, arms flailing for balance. "Now," Isumi said coldly, her voice hard as stone once more, "do we understand each other?" She paused for a moment, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing

Her smile turned mocking as she heard his threat. "Oh?" she drawled, feigning interest. "And what will your precious mother do, I wonder? Try to take away my hospital and everything else I've worked so hard for? It won't be that easy, I can assure you." Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "You see, Pranto," she purred, using his name like a knife through butter, "in this world, there are people like your mother and me who play by different rules. And if push comes to shove, I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty."

She stepped forward again, looming over him until they were almost nose to nose. The heat of her breath washed over his face once more, making it difficult for him to breathe. "Do you really think she can protect you from me?" She snorted dismissively, a cold and cruel amusement

"The sooner you realize that," she continued in the same mocking tone, "the better it will be for both of us." She took another step back, returning to a more neutral stance as her expression turned cold and dismissive once again. "Now, let's not waste any more time on meaningless threats and ultimatums. It's almost time for the ceremony." With that, she glanced at her watch and nodded toward the door. "We shouldn't keep our guests waiting."

Her voice was back to its usual polished and commanding tone, leaving no room for doubt as to who was in control of this situation. Reluctantly, Pranto followed after her, his posture slumped in resignation. The events of the last few moments had left him feeling small and insignificant, powerless against Isumi's overwhelming presence and determination. As they walked toward the waiting crowd,

It didn't take long for him to break under my spell, she thought with a satisfied smirk as they made their way through the crowd. His resignation was palpable; he knew there was no escape from her. And I won't let him go without a fight... This time, I will make sure that he truly belongs to me. That everyone knows who his mistress is. The power of my love will be unstoppable.

As they walked hand-in-hand through the crowd, Isumi couldn't help but admire her new husband. She could see the fear in his eyes, but also a glimmer of submission. It was as if he were trying to deny it, but deep down, he knew she had him. With every step they took toward their future together, she felt more and more triumphant. Soon enough, everyone would see that she was right; Pranto belonged with her. Her love would be the key to unlocking his full potential.

With a satisfied smile curling her lips, Isumi leaned closer to him, whispering in his ear, "You know, I've always been good at giving people what they need. And you, my dear husband...you needed me more than anyone else." She paused for dramatic effect before adding with a chuckle, "Maybe one day, you'll even thank me for it."

Her eyes flashed with anger as she heard his defiance. "Insolent boy!" She spat venomously. "Do you really think you have a choice?" Before he could answer, she placed a sharp slap across his cheek. The guests gasped audibly, shocked by her display of violence. But Isumi didn't care; this was for show. In reality, the strength behind it was negligible. She merely wanted to send him a message: she was in control. And no one crossed her without consequences.

"You will thank me," she snarled through clenched teeth. "Because you have no other choice." Her voice had regained its cold, commanding tone, and she walked away from him with head held high, leaving Pranto stunned and humiliated in her wake. But deep down, Isumi knew that the true test was yet to come. It would take more

The reception went as planned; guests were impressed by the grand decoration and lavish feast. Isumi's smile never faltered, her laughter always warm and genuine. But beneath the surface, she was biding her time, waiting for an opportunity to strike. When they retired to their private chambers later that night, she pounced like a predator on its prey.

With careful precision, Isumi stripped Pranto of his clothes, revealing his perfect body beneath. His protests were half-hearted at best; he knew she held the power, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. As she explored every inch of his skin with her lips and teeth, she felt a strange thrill course through her veins.

"Ahh~," she moaned, tasting his skin as he arched beneath her. "So soft...so delicious." Her hand found its way

Her eyes narrowed in anger as she heard his words. "How dare you speak to me that way!" She snapped, pushing him roughly onto the bed before straddling his hips. "Do you have any idea how much I've done for you?" Her voice trembled with rage and humiliation. "I could rip your heart out right now, but instead," her eyes glinted wickedly as she traced her fingernails down his chest, "I'll make you grateful."

Her lips curled into a sadistic smile as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Tonight," she breathed, "I'm going to show you just how good it can be with me...and tomorrow, you'll thank me for it." With that, she lowered her head and pressed their lips together roughly.

As Pranto protested weakly against her kisses,

Her tongue danced roughly with his as she ground her hips against him, feeling his arousal growing beneath her. The more he struggled and protested, the hotter it became, driving her further into a frenzy. She felt powerful and in control, using their bodies to assert dominance over him.

With a sharp growl, she broke their kiss and bit down lightly on his lower lip before soothing the sting with her tongue. "You're mine now," she rasped, her voice low and rough. "And I expect you to remember that." As she rocked against him harder, Pranto cried out in desperation, his body giving way to the pleasure she was forcing upon him. It was as if he had become addicted to her touch overnight, and there was no escape from her. In that moment, Isumi knew she held all the power; not just over him, but over everyone around them

Her chuckle was cold and dismissive as she pressed harder against him. "Oh, you flatter yourself," she said derisively. "It's not about your family at all." She paused, looking him in the eye with a calculating gaze. "It's about controlling everything...and everyone...around me." Her voice dripped venom as she leaned in close to whisper into his ear: "I own you now, and there's nothing you can do about it." With renewed vigor, she ground against him, her nails digging painfully into his shoulders as she rode him to climax.

As Pranto cried out in agony and ecstasy beneath her, Isumi felt a shiver of satisfaction run down her spine. It was only then that she allowed herself the smallest hint of a smile...for now. Tomorrow would be another day, and another opportunity for her to remind him who

Her smile turned predatory as she ground harder against his hips. "You'll thank me," she hissed through clenched teeth, the words twisting like a knife in his already bleeding heart. And then, with a triumphant cry, she arched her back and released her orgasm, riding the wave of pleasure until every last tremor had left her body limp and spent on top of him.

As Pranto lay there, panting and sweaty beneath her, Isumi's satisfaction was palpable. She had broken him; bent him to her will like clay under her thumb. And now that he belonged to her, there was no going back...

Her eyes narrowed to slits as she heard his defiance through gritted teeth. "Love?" she scoffed derisively. "You call this...this animalistic urge? This need for dominance and control? That's not love." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "This is what happens when you try to fight against your nature. Against the one true master of the world: desire. You will never be free from it, no matter how much you wish otherwise."

And with that, she began another assault on his body and mind, determined to break him further until he begged for mercy...or worse, thanked her for showing him the "true" meaning of love.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she grinded harder against him, her body moving in perfect rhythm with the words that came out of her mouth. "You'll learn to love me...because I won't ever let you stop." Her breathing became labored and shallow; her voice hoarse from the ragged force of her speech. "I am your fate now, Pranto...and there is no escape from it."

With one final thrust deep inside him, she cried out in release, her body quivering with the effort of maintaining her control over both their bodies. As he lay beneath her, panting and trembling, Isumi's smile curled more maliciously than before, promising that tomorrow would bring a whole new round of torture designed specifically to force him to love her as she deserved...as he was meant to.

Her breathing still ragged, she slowly rolled off him and stretched lazily, relishing the sensation of power that flowed through her veins. She glanced down at him with cold, calculating eyes and smirked faintly. "You'll see," she purred. "One day, you'll thank me for this." And then, without another word, Isumi rose gracefully from the bed and walked toward the bathroom, leaving Pranto to stew in his own thoughts about what had just transpired between them...and what was yet to come.

As she cleaned herself up in the bathroom, Isumi couldn't help but feel a small thrill of anticipation running through her veins. The hunt was on, and she would stop at nothing until she had tamed this insolent boy into the obedient husband that she desired. With every passing day, she would break him further, molding him into the perfect specimen of a man...a man who belonged only to her. And when the time was right, he would thank her for it, just as she had always known he would.

Her plans set firmly in motion, Isumi retired to her own room, still unable to shake the feeling of elation that coursed through her veins. As she drifted off to sleep, she allowed herself a small smile, knowing that the days ahead would be filled with endless possibilities...and that Pranto would be at the center of it all. Tonight had been merely the beginning; tomorrow promised so much more.

As Pronto lay awake in bed, tossing and turning as if trying to escape the memory of what had transpired between them, Isumi slept like a baby; deep and peaceful. Her body was still humming with satisfaction, her mind racing with ideas on how best to break him further.

With a soft yawn, she stretched languidly before sitting up in bed and casting an appraising gaze over her surroundings. The sunlight streaming through the curtains cast a warm, golden glow across the room; a stark contrast to the coldness that emanated from Isumi herself.

Rubbing at her eyes, she stood and made her way toward the bathroom, wondering what sort of reaction Pronto would have when he finally got up for the day. A malicious smirk curled across her lips as she imagined the plethora of possibilities that lay ahead; each more delici

Her mind ablaze with plans, Isumi emerged from the bathroom, wearing a loose-fitting silk robe that hugged her curves tantalizingly. She took in a deep breath, savoring the scent of expensive perfume and cleanliness as she crossed the room to stand beside Pronto's bed. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she purred softly, her voice husky with desire. "Time to wake up."

Her hand found his shoulder, squeezing gently before trailing down his chest in slow, teasing circles. "It seems you had quite the busy night..." Her words were laced with a knowing smirk as she leaned closer still, her breath tickling against his ear and neck. "I trust you slept well?"

With another soft squeeze of his shoulder, Isumi's eyes drifted toward the open doorway,

her thoughts elsewhere as she waited for his reaction, anticipation building in her chest like a coiled spring. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing; the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. This was the moment of truth, and Isumi reveled in it.

Finally, Pronto stirred beneath her touch, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. For a moment, they held each other's gaze, unspoken words passing between them like daggers. Then, with a pained groan, he buried his face into the pillow, words muffled by the fabric. "Please...not again..."

Isumi couldn't help but feel a rush of triumph at his reaction. He was hers now; she had broken him and there was no going back. As he whimpered pathetically beneath her, Isumi leaned in closer still, pressing herself