Naoki shifted slightly on the mat, holding back the pain still throbbing in his back. He stared at the ceiling before glancing at Yachiho, still kneeling beside him with a flush that hadn't fully faded.
"So, in essence... your grandmother is asking you to conceive my child, isn't she? She wants my seed for the future of the Azuma family."
Yachiho was taken aback. She hadn't expected Naoki to say it so bluntly, without a shred of preamble. She turned her face away, her fingers toying with the ends of her beautiful hair.
"Even if your choice of phrasing is completely inelegant and sounds rather vulgar... yes. That is the instruction I was given. Grandmother wants me to secure your bloodline for the Azuma family."
"..."
After that admission, the atmosphere in the room plunged into a suffocating silence. No sound remained except the ticking of a clock and their unsteady breathing. The silence felt so awkward, as though the air around them had frozen.
Unable to bear the quiet, Yachiho suddenly pressed her palms firmly down on Naoki's back.
"Agh! O-oi! That hurts!" Naoki groaned, his body tensing under the sudden pressure.
"Don't just stay silent! Give me your answer!" Yachiho demanded, her voice pressing, her face now flushed red with embarrassment and irritation alike.
Wincing through the pain, Naoki steadied his breathing. "You... are you really alright with an arrangement as outrageous as this? This is the same as an arranged marriage from ancient times, Yachiho. Normally, a woman in a position like this would deeply resent it—feeling as though her freedom had been taken. They'd prefer to find love on their own terms. You know how many elopement cases there were in the past over things exactly like this, right?"
"Elope? Don't compare me to the weak women in those historical dramas."
Yachiho gave a mild sniff. She released the pressure and shifted to gently kneading Naoki's shoulder instead.
"Listen, Naoki. To me, this is not a problem at all. You are clearly a remarkable man, and honestly, there will probably never be a second man like you in this world." She leaned forward, bringing her beautiful face close to Naoki's ear with a smile full of confidence. "A man as exceptional as you is very worthy seed for a woman as outstanding and brilliant as me. If the Azuma family wants only the best, then I will only accept the best... and that is you."
How could Naoki possibly refuse?
He wasn't the type of "beta" protagonist who would flee in a panic just because a beautiful woman placed herself before him on a silver platter.
Refusing Yachiho's offer would not only be foolish, but an insult to his own dignity as a man.
Naoki rose from the mat, looking at Yachiho's back as she still knelt beside him. "In that case, why should we delay? I mean... the making of a child. Would you like to do it now, Yachiho?"
That blunt question struck squarely through Yachiho's defenses. Her body gave a small jolt. The usually confident genius of the Azuma family now looked visibly shaken. The awareness of what she had just agreed to began seeping into her mind, creating an emotional storm she had never experienced before.
The flush on her face was no longer confined to her cheeks—it had spread down to her neck and chest. Even so, Yachiho was no coward. She drew a deep breath, forcing herself to remain upright and hold to her word.
"W-well... I already said it, didn't I?" Her voice was slightly husky from the embarrassment swelling within her. She stood with movements that were somewhat stiff, doing her best to preserve what remained of her dignity. "But... there is one condition. I refuse to do this with a man who is sweaty and unclean."
Yachiho pointed toward the exit with a finger that trembled slightly. "Go shower right now. Clean yourself as thoroughly as possible, Naoki. I... I will be waiting for you in my room. Don't make me wait too long."
Without waiting for a reply or glancing back at Naoki's reaction, Yachiho turned and walked quickly out of the room. Her footsteps sounded hurried, as though she feared that if she stayed one second longer, her heart would burst from the shame.
"..."
Naoki stood alone in the now-quiet room, a faint smile on his lips. The pain in his back from earlier had vanished entirely, replaced by adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Without wasting time, he headed straight for the bathroom. His thoughts had already drifted ahead, imagining what awaited him behind Yachiho's door in a few minutes.
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Naoki didn't linger. The cold water of the shower failed to douse the heat building within him. Wrapped in nothing but a loose cotton bathrobe, he walked steadily down the quiet corridor toward Yachiho's room.
The door was unlocked. Naoki opened it slowly and stepped inside.
On the walls hung dozens of photographs of a young girl with the same blue-green hair—younger, cuter. Himari, Yachiho's younger sister. Her smile was bright in every photo, posed in a variety of expressions.
If Naoki hadn't known the context, he might have mistaken this for a stalker's room.
(Yachiho really adores her little sister, huh...) He thought with a faint smile.
But he quickly shifted his gaze from the photographs to the bed.
Sitting at the edge of the mattress was Yachiho.
And Naoki had to admit—for a moment, his breath stopped.
She had changed out of her casual clothes. She now wore a piece of lingerie—a set of pale blue lace that contrasted with her fair skin. Sheer fabric in certain areas revealed more than it concealed, creating an impression more provocative than bare skin. The cut was designed to entice, to ignite a man's imagination.
The thin bra covered only part of her chest, leaving a deep cleavage and the beautiful shape of her breasts clearly visible. The lace underwear she wore matched—more gap than fabric, exposing sensitive areas that were meant to remain hidden.
Yachiho sat with her back straight, attempting to project confidence. But Naoki could see her hands resting on the mattress trembling slightly, and her breathing was unsteady.
"You should be grateful, Naoki. I heard men like things like this, don't they? Lingerie and... and all of this?"
There was a note of genuine inquiry at the end of her sentence, as though she truly wanted confirmation that her effort hadn't been for nothing.
Naoki smiled—the kind of smile that made something warm bloom in Yachiho's stomach. She didn't know whether that was a good sign or a bad one.
"I've never done this before. So perhaps I won't be what you expect. I'm not as experienced as you who have done this with the Chief."
Hearing that, Naoki stepped closer, his body nearly pressing against Yachiho's. He could feel the warmth radiating from her, could catch the scent of soap and soft perfume mingling with Yachiho's natural warmth.
"In that case, I'll lead. You only need to follow me. Do you trust me?"
Yachiho looked at him for a moment, her beautiful eyes clear despite the storm within them. Slowly, she nodded.
"Yes. I entrust everything to you, Naoki. You may do whatever you wish with me."
Those words were like a spark dropped into an ocean of gasoline.
Naoki reached for Yachiho's waist and pulled her until their bodies were flush against each other.
Yachiho drew a sharp breath, her hands instinctively pressing against Naoki's broad chest.
"What are you—"
"I'll make sure you won't be able to get out of this bed tomorrow morning, Yachiho." Naoki whispered at her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. "Are you ready for that?"
Before Yachiho could protest or produce one of her cutting remarks, Naoki closed the distance between them.
The kiss came like a storm.
Yachiho's breath was seized within the grip of Naoki's lips.
Not an ordinary kiss. This was a full invasion. Naoki's tongue explored without mercy, sweeping, pressing, intertwining with hers that had gone stiff with shock. Yachiho had no time to prepare—one second she could still think clearly, and the next, the world seemed to spin beyond her control.
Her hands, which had been resting on Naoki's chest, now gripped his bathrobe tightly, as though reaching for something to hold onto in the middle of a storm. She didn't know what to do. The articles and educational videos she had consumed had never taught her what it felt like when a man dominated a kiss completely.
Naoki was controlling everything.
The rhythm of the kiss was entirely set by him. When to go deep, when to pull back, when to gently bite Yachiho's lower lip, when to draw away briefly just long enough for them to breathe before pressing in again. Yachiho could do nothing but surrender and receive, letting herself drift within a sensation she had never before experienced.
And that sensation... was extraordinary.
A strange warmth spread from the edges of her lips throughout her entire body. Her heart was beating so hard she was certain Naoki must be able to feel it through their pressed-together chests. Her knees felt weak, and if Naoki hadn't been holding her waist firmly, she might have already crumpled to the floor.
When Naoki finally released the kiss, Yachiho was gasping. Her lips were slightly swollen, her eyes glistening, and her breathing came in and out without any order.
"How was that?" Naoki asked with a satisfied smile. His hands still held Yachiho's waist, his thumbs tracing the soft skin above her hips.
Yachiho opened her mouth, wanting to say something clever, wanting to utter something that would reclaim her command of the situation. But her mind felt blank. The only thing she could think about was the feel of Naoki's lips, his tongue, his warm hands at her waist.
"I... I didn't know a kiss could be like that."
Naoki's smile widened. The kind of smile that should have annoyed Yachiho for looking far too smug—but strangely, it made her stomach do something odd instead.
"That was just the beginning." Naoki whispered, leaning in to press his lips to Yachiho's neck this time.
Yachiho inhaled sharply as those warm lips touched the sensitive skin of her neck. Her hands instinctively reached for Naoki's shoulders, uncertain whether they wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
"Na-Naoki..."
Naoki didn't answer. He was occupied exploring Yachiho's neck, occasionally biting gently, occasionally tracing with his tongue, creating a mixed sensation of pleasure and ticklishness that made clear thinking nearly impossible.
And when Naoki reached the spot behind her ear, Yachiho almost cried out.
"Th-there... that's... sensitive..."
Naoki smiled against her skin. "You like it?"
"Ngh~"
Yachiho couldn't answer. The only response she could manage was a small, involuntary moan that escaped her lips.
Naoki continued to explore, finding every sensitive point along Yachiho's neck and shoulders. Meanwhile, his hands had begun to move, gently stroking the bare skin of Yachiho's back, occasionally brushing against the straps of lingerie that wound around her slender frame.
Yachiho felt herself melting. All her confidence and her genius dissolved beneath Naoki's touch. She was no longer the Azuma Yachiho known for her arrogance and self-assurance. She was simply a young woman experiencing something for the first time, and she surrendered herself completely to the man before her.
Naoki kissed her again, this time more gently. And Yachiho returned the kiss as best she could, following the rhythm Naoki set, learning from his every movement.
Her hands grew bold enough to move, exploring Naoki's broad shoulders, feeling the firm muscles beneath the bathrobe. She wanted to feel more, wanted to know what the body of the man who would father her child was like.
Naoki seemed to read her thoughts. He released the kiss and stepped back half a pace—just enough to let the bathrobe slip from his shoulders.
The garment fell to the floor with a faint sound, leaving Naoki bare before Yachiho.
"...!!!"
Yachiho couldn't look away. Her eyes were fixed on the ideal body before her—a broad, solid chest, toned abdomen with a clear six-pack, and below that... something that made her breath catch.
"I-It's big... I'm not sure... whether that can..."
"Fit?" Naoki finished her sentence. He stepped closer again, taking Yachiho's hand and guiding it to rest on his chest first. "We'll see soon enough. What matters now is that you relax. Don't tense up."
Yachiho tried to follow his advice, but how could she relax when her hand was feeling the hard muscle beneath Naoki's warm skin? She explored that chest with trembling hands, feeling the steady heartbeat of the man whose pulse was calm even in this charged moment.
"Are you afraid?" Naoki asked gently.
Yachiho gave a small start, but her pride immediately took over. She looked up, meeting Naoki's eyes with a defiant glimmer even as the flush on her cheeks had yet to fade.
"Who do you think you're talking to? Afraid? That word isn't in my vocabulary!" Yachiho shot back bravely, even as her breathing grew irregular at the feel of Naoki's fingers brushing the back of her neck. "I am Azuma Yachiho. I am the one in control here."
"Alright, I'm starting, Yachiho."
But that bravado melted almost immediately as Naoki drew her closer, shifting from the embrace of a massage into one that closed all distance between them.
As Naoki moved further, dismantling the last line of the noble girl's defenses, the atmosphere in the room grew heavy and intensely intimate. Yachiho, who always had an answer for everything, could only fall silent with her lips slightly parted, trying to draw in air that seemed to be thinning.
Then, a sharp sensation pierced through—a strange and real pain that instantly shattered all of Yachiho's remaining façade of confidence.
"Ngh...!"
Yachiho whimpered—a small sound, full of vulnerability. Her body tensed, her fingers gripping Naoki's shoulders so tightly her nails turned white. Small tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, not from grief but from the biological shock of the threshold she had just crossed, the innocence she had guarded beneath the weight of her family's name now gone.
The elegance she had always taken such pride in collapsed in an instant; she whimpered in pain like any woman would when the line between girl and woman is crossed. The dominant aura vanished, replaced by a young woman learning to receive another person into her most intimate self.
Naoki remained steady, pressing gentle kisses to Yachiho's forehead to calm the storm of emotion churning within her.
Yachiho squeezed her eyes shut, trying to process the radical shift in her life. In that quiet room, it was not only her status that had changed, but the way she saw Naoki—no longer merely an instruction from Tobera, but a man who now held the most intimate part of her existence.
When the sharp wave of pain gradually softened into a dull throb, Yachiho drew a long breath, attempting to regain her composure. She looked at Naoki with eyes that had sharpened once more, even if they were still slightly damp.
"Don't stop... Naoki! Compared to the brutal physical training of the Azuma family, a pain like this is nothing. Don't act as though I'm some porcelain figure that might shatter. Do... whatever you like."
Hearing that provocation, the last of Naoki's restraint vanished. He no longer acted with gentleness; his instincts took full command, answering the plea of the noble girl who craved to be overwhelmed.
In the room that now felt thick with rising body heat, the steady and rhythmic creaking of the mattress became the dominant backdrop. The shadows cast on the wall beneath the lamplight showed the silhouette of two bodies becoming one, moving in a fierce and relentless harmony.
*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*
The solid sound of bodies meeting rang out with each of Naoki's movements forward, filling every corner of the room with its rhythm. Yachiho, who had been so haughty mere moments ago, could now only clutch the bedsheets as they crumpled into disorder. Her head fell back, her slender neck exposed as long, uncontrolled moans escaped her lips.
Each thrust brought a sensation that emptied her mind entirely, erasing every poem she had ever written and replacing it with the most primal language of the body. Yachiho no longer cared about elegance; her trembling hands occasionally pulled at Naoki's hair or raked his back, searching for something to hold onto amid the storm of pleasure crashing over her.
Sweat mingled, breath came in bursts, and the atmosphere grew so intense it felt as though time itself had stopped within that room.
Azuma Yachiho, the arrogant genius, had truly and completely dissolved in the arms of the most dangerous anomaly in the world.
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