The timing was perfect. Natsue Hatamoto was at her most vulnerable. The trauma of her grandfather's murder, the betrayal of her fiancé, and the terror of being attacked had shattered her sense of security. She was adrift, and Yuu Hoshiyama was the only anchor in sight.
Under Yuu's relentless charm, her resistance had crumbled completely. She didn't even care that he couldn't offer her a traditional marriage; she simply craved the warmth of his body and a memory of beauty to drown out the horrors of the day, even if it cost her her most precious gift—her virginity.
Coming from a powerful conglomerate family, Natsue was no stranger to the darker side of high society. She had seen the decadence of people like her sister Akane. While Natsue had remained pure, her worldview was more pragmatic than most. In this world, especially one as chaotic as hers had become, morality felt like a luxury she could no longer afford.
Yuu knew that if he waited for her to regain her composure, winning her over would take ten times the effort. He had to strike while the iron was hot. Even if she hadn't invited him, he had planned to "visit" her late at night under the guise of concern.
"You're so beautiful, Natsue," Yuu whispered, pulling her into the center of the luxury suite.
He lifted her slender wrists above her head, spinning her around to face him. With a deft flick of his fingers, he undid the silk fastenings of her pink gown. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her lace lingerie.
Her body was a masterpiece of soft curves and ivory skin. Her breasts, full and heavy for her frame, strained against the cups of her bra, rising and falling with her frantic breathing. Her face was a deep shade of crimson, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and raw desire.
Yuu's hand shot out, cupping one of the high-arched mounds. Even through the lace, he could feel the incredible softness of her flesh. He began to knead the breast firmly, his fingers sinking into the supple meat. Her nipple hardened instantly, poking through the fabric like a small, stubborn berry.
Natsue let out a long, shaky moan, her head falling back as Yuu moved his face to her cleavage. The scent of her—a mix of expensive perfume and the musk of a woman in heat—hit him like a drug. He began to trail his tongue over the swell of her breasts, tracing wet circles that made the lace translucent.
"Mmm... ah... no... wait..." she whimpered, but her back arched, pushing her chest further into his mouth.
Yuu took the lace between his teeth and pulled it down, baring her pale, pink-tipped peak. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud before taking the whole thing into his mouth, sucking greedily. The sound of his wet slurping filled the quiet room, fueling Natsue's shame and pleasure.
His other hand slid down her flat stomach, past the silk of her panties, and gripped her inner thigh. Her skin was like heated velvet. He massaged the smooth flesh, moving higher until his thumb grazed the soaking wet fabric covering her slit.
Natsue was a mess of sensations. She felt his fingers dip into the edge of her panties, finding the "garden" already flooded with nectar. As he slid two fingers inside her tight, virgin channel, her eyes rolled back. She was so narrow, so unused to intrusion, that she felt stretched to her limit by just his hand.
Yuu didn't let up. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries as he worked his fingers inside her, preparing the path. When he felt she was ready, he stripped away the last of his clothes. His massive, throbbing cock sprang free, a thick, veins-mapped pillar of heat.
Natsue gasped at the sheer size of him. "It... it won't fit..."
"Trust me," Yuu groaned, pinning her to the bed.
He positioned his heavy, dark-red head against her opening. He didn't rush. He rubbed the tip against her clit, letting his pre-cum lubricate her further. Natsue's hips began to buck instinctively, her body crying out for the very thing it feared.
With a slow, steady lunge, Yuu pushed forward. He felt the resistance of her hymen—a thin barrier that stood no chance against his momentum.
Tear.
Natsue let out a sharp, muffled cry into his shoulder as a stain of crimson spread across the white sheets like a blooming plum blossom. She was no longer a girl; she was his.