Arisu Sakayanagi's POV
"Takashi-kun, you're so rough…" I moaned breathlessly as he lifted my petite body and slammed me hard against the wall.
My legs immediately wrapped tight around his waist, heels digging into his back, while our lips crashed together in a sloppy, heated kiss.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, dominating me as his cock hammered in and out of my dripping pussy without pause, each thrust making my body jolt against the wall.
His pace grew more frantic until finally, with one deep, brutal thrust, I felt him erupt inside me.
His hot cum spilled into my womb once again, thick spurts flooding me as my pussy clenched greedily around him.
I gasped into his mouth, savoring the warmth filling me before he finally let go, pulling back just enough to set me down on shaky legs.
Takashi-kun casually zipped himself up, that usual smug grin tugging at his lips, before pouring two glasses of wine as if we hadn't just been fucking like animals against the wall.
I smoothed down my disheveled hair and adjusted my wrinkled dress, still flushed and sweaty, before sliding beside him on the couch.
Our glasses clinked together lightly, and we drank, the taste of wine mixing with the lingering taste of his kiss on my tongue.
Even then, I hadn't completely stripped down, I was still wearing the dark lingerie set and the black stockings he had specifically requested, the fabric clinging to my skin and leaving me feeling both exposed and desired.
It was his little fetish, and I didn't mind indulging him.
We had spent the night like that quick, messy sex between drinks, satisfying each other over and over until we finally came together, collapsing in mutual release.
By the time the night ended, he was satisfied, I was satisfied, and both of us wore the same lazy, post-climax smile.
"I noticed you had something in mind you wanted to ask, Arisu. What is it?" he asked playfully, leaning back into the couch, holding his glass of red wine with practiced elegance, sipping it slowly as though nothing could disturb his composure.
Even though we had already fixed our clothes and adjusted ourselves to look proper again, it didn't erase the sweat clinging to our skin, nor did it mask the lingering scent of sex that still hung in the air.
Every time I moved, every breath I took, it reminded me of the madness we had just shared moments ago.
But that wasn't the point of what I wanted to say.
"I'm pregnant with our child. You were correct when you told me that I was," I admitted at last, letting the words escape, though I hid the true question burning in the back of my mind. It wasn't time to ask that yet.
"I know." He smiled softly, setting the glass aside as he leaned forward, his hand brushing my stomach, kissing it with tenderness. "What do you think her name will be?"
"How about Alice if it's a daughter, and Ryouma if it's a boy, Takashi-kun?" I suggested gently, my heart swelling at his calm acceptance.
He didn't look disgusted, he didn't recoil from the truth. I had predicted this would be his reaction, but there's a difference between prediction and reality.
Seeing it unfold before me filled me with a warmth I couldn't fully describe.
With this… we can start our new family.
"Well, we'll decide on those names then." He grinned faintly, leaning close to kiss my forehead.
I smiled back, soft and genuine.
"So, would you prefer to rest at home, and then go to college or the academy next year instead?" he asked carefully, almost like he was planning everything for me. "Don't worry. I'll take responsibility for our child. And once I'm finished with my business at Advanced Nurturing Academy, we'll get married."
But my smile faded the moment those words left his lips.
I looked at him sternly, my tone sharper than before. "I will go. I noticed something odd about you, Takashi. If I stayed here, I know I would no longer remain special to you."
He didn't deny it.
His calm didn't waver. "Then what have you noticed about me, Arisu?"
I drew in a breath, collecting my thoughts, and spoke clearly. "I realized it when you confirmed my pregnancy with your child. Shortly after, you suddenly gained a massive inheritance and the title of heir to one of the largest corporations in this country, and you weren't even surprised by it."
"And when you told me that you could heal my heart disease as long as you impregnated me, that wasn't a lie. It seems you have some extraordinary power tied to the pregnancies of the women you breed, a reality-warping power that can alter the world itself, reshape yourself, or change others. That's what I've come to understand."
He didn't deny that either. He simply nodded, calmly, almost admiringly.
"You're a smart girl, Arisu. So tell me, what will you do now? Will you leave me, or will you stay and prevent me from impregnating other girls?" His voice was soft, not accusatory, not defensive, just… peaceful.
"I will not," I answered quietly, with certainty. "Before you impregnated me, you never betrayed me or acted disloyal."
"But once this began, once you discovered that impregnating other girls could give you something beyond imagination, you started to change. You became driven by it."
"And as your queen, I will not stop you. Instead, I will help you. Takashi-kun… can you at least trust me in that?"
His eyes flickered, a rare hint of surprise breaking through his usual composure. "Any woman would be angry if she were cheated on."
"I was, at first," I admitted, my voice soft but steady, a gentle smile forming on my lips. "But now… now I understand your reason, Takashi-kun."
He let out a heavy sigh, his voice dropping into a low honesty that he rarely showed me. "Honestly… living peacefully with you does sound good. It really does. But you know, Arisu, there are so many things I still want in this world. I'm greedy. I want women, I want power, I want authority. I want them all. That's who I am."
"I can't offer you loyalty, not from the very beginning. Your assumption that I could ever be a faithful boyfriend only to you… that was wrong."
Those words… they were the most honest thing he had ever told me.
Brutal, but true.
I clicked my tongue and glared at him, trying to mask the sting.
But I understood his reasoning. He had been enduring that kind of environment for years, where his mother worked herself to the bone just to raise him and his sisters just to keep the family alive.
And alongside that, he witnessed the pathetic excuse of a man they called father, a scumbag who ran away the moment life became difficult, a man who threw away responsibility and abandoned them at the first real sign of trouble.
Watching that kind of weakness, that kind of betrayal, carved deep scars into him. It became fuel his hunger for power, for control, for the strength to never let himself be crushed or discarded the way his mother was.
If I were in his position, I would've done the same thing too.
"You know, boyfriend-kun," I answered with a faint pout, my voice carrying both irritation and affection, "you shouldn't say things like that to a girl. If this were a galgame or some dating sim, your favorability rating with me would have just dropped straight into the negatives."
My lips twisted in dissatisfaction.
A small part of me wanted to punish him for being so brazen, to sink my teeth into his skin just to vent my resentment.
He gave a bitter laugh, shaking his head.
"Hah… but how could I be deceptive, Arisu? You've been supportive all this time. You've known who I am, and yet you stayed. If I lied, it would only cheapen what we already have. I won't do that to you."
His bitter honesty left me restless.
Instead of arguing further, I leaned in and kissed him deeply, my lips pressing firmly to silence his words.
My hands ran through his hair, stroking him, comforting him, pulling him closer.
"I've always been yours, Takashi-kun. That will never change. No matter how many women you take to bed, none of them will ever be your queen. They might have your body for a night, but your heart belongs only to me. Let me brand you… let me mark all of you as mine."
Before he could reply, I slipped the wine glass from his hand with careful grace, setting it down on the table with a faint clink.
Then, without hesitation, I pressed him back onto the couch, my hands already working at his zipper. His breath fastened as I freed his erection, heavy and hot in my grasp, and without waiting another moment I lowered myself onto him.
A shiver of pleasure rippled through me as I sank down, his length filling me completely.
My soft moan escaped before I could hold it back, the sound intimate, needy, claiming.
I began to ride him, moving with a rhythm that left no doubt of my intent, I wasn't just making love, I was engraving my existence into him, determined to remind him with every thrust that he was mine and mine alone.
His hands slid firmly onto my waist, fingers digging into my skin as he steadied me on top of him. Each time I moved faster, he pulled me down harder, guiding my hips to crash against his lap with a wet, urgent slap.
The air grew heavy with our gasps and moans, every thrust echoing in the obscene rhythm of flesh meeting flesh, the raw sound of our bodies colliding filling the room as if to mark it as ours.
And like so many nights before, we drowned ourselves in each other, in an intense, unrelenting heat that burned until neither of us could tell where one ended and the other began.
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