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Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
33
Views:
3,210
Reviews:
69
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Experimenting with Love
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Chapter 20 – Experimenting with Love
“Amatsu, stop,” Fuji insisted, trying to push the man away from her, weakly. He did not remove his lips from her neck, continuing to kiss, and suckle, and lick at her earlobe, though she was still iffy on his promise to not leave any marks on her. She knew Devilin suspected something but she had promised Devilin that she was not having sex with Amatsu, and she planned on keeping true to her word. The problem was Amatsu wanted the same promise of her with Devilin, and it was harder to explain to Devilin why she was no longer sleeping with him when they were now engaged.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized breathlessly in her ear, “but I can not help myself. I am so happy to be this close to you again.”
“Doesn’t it bother you, ahh, that hurt,” Fuji looked down at the bite he just left on her breast. Luckily it was a small red mark that would disappear within a couple of hours. “Doesn’t it bother you that I’m, ow! Stop biting me, I’m trying to ask you a question.”
Amatsu ran his tongue from her cleavage to her lips, then past her lips and to meet her tongue. Fuji found herself trapped against her wall and Amatsu, two different types of hardness pushing into her, one painful, the other… wishful thinking.
Fuji gripped the back of his shirt, kissing him back then trying to pull away, gasping for breath. “Amatsu, this is wrong,” she said. “Plus, I have to catch my train. I promised to go home this weekend. I spent last weekend with you, which was so very wrong of me. I have to be a good daughter.”
“I know,” Amatsu said, his hand gently finding hers. “I just hate to let you go.”
So many old feelings popped up. Her anger at him for leaving her, sorrow at ever having lost him, love for the first person who ever made her want to open up to a man that way. The feelings were too consuming, and she felt the large need to escape. She pushed away from him, her head whirling in a tornado of emotion she hated.
“Amatsu, I have to go home,” she insisted one last time, looking at her bag that waited near her door. “I…”
“Fuji, before you go, can I tell you one thing?” Please don’t tell me you love me. I know it may be true, but right now I can not hear those words, I do not think my heart can take it. “I changed my mind about wanting to be the side-dish in your marriage to Devilin.”
Fuji turned to him and looked up at him questioningly. “What…?”
“I will find a way for you to get out of your mother’s grasp,” Amatsu explained calmly, “and marry me instead.”
~*~
“Shinji,” Noriko said as the maid lead Fuji’s father through the door, interrupting the pleasant, quiet, dinner between the two couples who sat there. “What a pleasant surprise.” Fuji watched her mother choke on the word pleasant, but even in front of only family Noriko would never let her face fall, there were men present.
“Noriko, you are looking healthy,” Shinji said. It was his way of congratulating her on her pregnancy, and sticking it to her that she was starting to look fat. “Hello Teiyoku, Devilin, my sweet daughter!” Without waiting for a formal invitation Shinji walked around the table to Fuji, leaning down and kissing her sweetly on the cheek, enough to make her eyes widen. Shinji was always hard pressed to show emotion, knowing that his daughter rarely enjoyed it herself. This time, for some reason, the show of emotion was just another stab at Noriko and it sent thrills of excitement through Fuji, which would later disgust. Was she so taken by the distress of life that now she found it enticing?
“What are you doing here?” Noriko asked cruelly, but remembering her façade gave him a warm smile. “It is dinner time, isn’t it? Are you missing one daughter, so you came to see the other?”
Shinji let out a laugh and took a seat on the opposite side of Fuji, leaving Fuji between her fiancé and her father. “I’ve always missed Fuji,” Shinji pointed out, “it was you who once forbid me to see her. Now, however, I am here on business.”
“We never speak business at the dinner table,” Noriko sighed, standing from her seat. “Shinji, I would ask that we speak of it at the office on Monday.”
Shinji shook his head again, his callous smile never leaving his lips. “I want Fuji to hear this too,” he pointed out, “for it is an aspect of business.”
Noriko sighed and sat down at the table, gesturing for everyone to place down their utensils until Shinji was finished speaking. “Very well,” she said, unable to protest with teaching her daughter something new about the business world. “Speak your piece Shinji, but make it quick, I do not want the food to grow cold.”
“Fine, I will make it quick,” he smiled, showing a secretive smile that Fuji did not inherit from her mother, but from this very man beside her that seemed to know something great. “I am taking my part of the business now and creating a whole new business. You have tried to control too much too long, Noriko. I am taking the agency part, while your part, that controls hotels and other businesses and accounting, will remain in tact. But, I have a few things I need to do with the agency, and under your thumb no one will do what I ask, so all of those stock options you gave me when you paid me off not to see my daughter, I’m cashing in. I own nearly 80% of it already, now. That is all.” Shinji stood from the table abruptly, smiling condescendingly down at Noriko, who no longer looked so calm and composed.
“What?” she asked through clenched teeth.
“You heard me,” he smiled. “I have great plans for this business. And, did I mention, after four years, I’m going to retire?”
“Retire?” Noriko screamed. She stood up from the table and nearly knocked everything over in her hurry of fury. “You love this business, almost as much as I. How can you think of retiring?”
“I plan on making enough in four years to retire,” Shinji said, “then Gigei and I will be enjoying my retirement. During my retirement my protégé will be taking over.”
“Certainly you do not mean Shai?” Noriko asked with a snort. “Your daughter can barely take care of her children she seems to be accumulating like playing cards, much less an entire business.”
“Careful, Noriko,” Shinji snarled, “I may have loved you once, but now you insult my daughter, and your daughter’s sister. And no, it is not Shai.”
“Fuji is taking over my business, so if you plan on it being her, this little venture is pointless.”
Shinji shook his head, “No, it will not be Fuji either.”
“Then who?” Noriko demanded, slamming her hands on the kitchen table before her.
Shinji began to walk away, to the door of the dining room, leaving the four people staring after him. Fuji watched him in shock, ready to bite her tongue. As Shinji walked out the door she began to rise, to chase him, to ask him what he was deciding and could she be in on this game. If it upset her mother it must mean something good.
But the door swung open again and Shinji popped his head in, giving off a benevolent smile. “Amatsu,” he said calmly, “I am leaving the business to Amatsu once he graduates.” And then he was gone.
“Amatsu, stop,” Fuji insisted, trying to push the man away from her, weakly. He did not remove his lips from her neck, continuing to kiss, and suckle, and lick at her earlobe, though she was still iffy on his promise to not leave any marks on her. She knew Devilin suspected something but she had promised Devilin that she was not having sex with Amatsu, and she planned on keeping true to her word. The problem was Amatsu wanted the same promise of her with Devilin, and it was harder to explain to Devilin why she was no longer sleeping with him when they were now engaged.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized breathlessly in her ear, “but I can not help myself. I am so happy to be this close to you again.”
“Doesn’t it bother you, ahh, that hurt,” Fuji looked down at the bite he just left on her breast. Luckily it was a small red mark that would disappear within a couple of hours. “Doesn’t it bother you that I’m, ow! Stop biting me, I’m trying to ask you a question.”
Amatsu ran his tongue from her cleavage to her lips, then past her lips and to meet her tongue. Fuji found herself trapped against her wall and Amatsu, two different types of hardness pushing into her, one painful, the other… wishful thinking.
Fuji gripped the back of his shirt, kissing him back then trying to pull away, gasping for breath. “Amatsu, this is wrong,” she said. “Plus, I have to catch my train. I promised to go home this weekend. I spent last weekend with you, which was so very wrong of me. I have to be a good daughter.”
“I know,” Amatsu said, his hand gently finding hers. “I just hate to let you go.”
So many old feelings popped up. Her anger at him for leaving her, sorrow at ever having lost him, love for the first person who ever made her want to open up to a man that way. The feelings were too consuming, and she felt the large need to escape. She pushed away from him, her head whirling in a tornado of emotion she hated.
“Amatsu, I have to go home,” she insisted one last time, looking at her bag that waited near her door. “I…”
“Fuji, before you go, can I tell you one thing?” Please don’t tell me you love me. I know it may be true, but right now I can not hear those words, I do not think my heart can take it. “I changed my mind about wanting to be the side-dish in your marriage to Devilin.”
Fuji turned to him and looked up at him questioningly. “What…?”
“I will find a way for you to get out of your mother’s grasp,” Amatsu explained calmly, “and marry me instead.”
“Shinji,” Noriko said as the maid lead Fuji’s father through the door, interrupting the pleasant, quiet, dinner between the two couples who sat there. “What a pleasant surprise.” Fuji watched her mother choke on the word pleasant, but even in front of only family Noriko would never let her face fall, there were men present.
“Noriko, you are looking healthy,” Shinji said. It was his way of congratulating her on her pregnancy, and sticking it to her that she was starting to look fat. “Hello Teiyoku, Devilin, my sweet daughter!” Without waiting for a formal invitation Shinji walked around the table to Fuji, leaning down and kissing her sweetly on the cheek, enough to make her eyes widen. Shinji was always hard pressed to show emotion, knowing that his daughter rarely enjoyed it herself. This time, for some reason, the show of emotion was just another stab at Noriko and it sent thrills of excitement through Fuji, which would later disgust. Was she so taken by the distress of life that now she found it enticing?
“What are you doing here?” Noriko asked cruelly, but remembering her façade gave him a warm smile. “It is dinner time, isn’t it? Are you missing one daughter, so you came to see the other?”
Shinji let out a laugh and took a seat on the opposite side of Fuji, leaving Fuji between her fiancé and her father. “I’ve always missed Fuji,” Shinji pointed out, “it was you who once forbid me to see her. Now, however, I am here on business.”
“We never speak business at the dinner table,” Noriko sighed, standing from her seat. “Shinji, I would ask that we speak of it at the office on Monday.”
Shinji shook his head again, his callous smile never leaving his lips. “I want Fuji to hear this too,” he pointed out, “for it is an aspect of business.”
Noriko sighed and sat down at the table, gesturing for everyone to place down their utensils until Shinji was finished speaking. “Very well,” she said, unable to protest with teaching her daughter something new about the business world. “Speak your piece Shinji, but make it quick, I do not want the food to grow cold.”
“Fine, I will make it quick,” he smiled, showing a secretive smile that Fuji did not inherit from her mother, but from this very man beside her that seemed to know something great. “I am taking my part of the business now and creating a whole new business. You have tried to control too much too long, Noriko. I am taking the agency part, while your part, that controls hotels and other businesses and accounting, will remain in tact. But, I have a few things I need to do with the agency, and under your thumb no one will do what I ask, so all of those stock options you gave me when you paid me off not to see my daughter, I’m cashing in. I own nearly 80% of it already, now. That is all.” Shinji stood from the table abruptly, smiling condescendingly down at Noriko, who no longer looked so calm and composed.
“What?” she asked through clenched teeth.
“You heard me,” he smiled. “I have great plans for this business. And, did I mention, after four years, I’m going to retire?”
“Retire?” Noriko screamed. She stood up from the table and nearly knocked everything over in her hurry of fury. “You love this business, almost as much as I. How can you think of retiring?”
“I plan on making enough in four years to retire,” Shinji said, “then Gigei and I will be enjoying my retirement. During my retirement my protégé will be taking over.”
“Certainly you do not mean Shai?” Noriko asked with a snort. “Your daughter can barely take care of her children she seems to be accumulating like playing cards, much less an entire business.”
“Careful, Noriko,” Shinji snarled, “I may have loved you once, but now you insult my daughter, and your daughter’s sister. And no, it is not Shai.”
“Fuji is taking over my business, so if you plan on it being her, this little venture is pointless.”
Shinji shook his head, “No, it will not be Fuji either.”
“Then who?” Noriko demanded, slamming her hands on the kitchen table before her.
Shinji began to walk away, to the door of the dining room, leaving the four people staring after him. Fuji watched him in shock, ready to bite her tongue. As Shinji walked out the door she began to rise, to chase him, to ask him what he was deciding and could she be in on this game. If it upset her mother it must mean something good.
But the door swung open again and Shinji popped his head in, giving off a benevolent smile. “Amatsu,” he said calmly, “I am leaving the business to Amatsu once he graduates.” And then he was gone.