8:43 AM; July 2nd, 20XX

  I stood in the charred remains of my family’s attempt at history. A sad one on their part as the land was home to castle ruins beforehand. Building on ruins meant for a weak foundation and yet another way for this family to embarrass me. I stepped on my finished cigarette, everything was gone. My heart began racing as I accepted that reality, my legs taking a life of their own and getting me to the temple, the trail of smoke evident in the sky as I got closer. I felt the darkness of their shadow above me, a cackle as I stopped in my tracks.

  “Love the concern for your little love temple and not your history…silly, silly.”

  “I have no attachment to that sham. But…my photos…his face…” I felt anger consume me as my knees hit the ground, the ash surrounding me as the wind gently blew. My attachment to the photos ran deep, the imaginary closeness I could possess with him ripped from me. I hated Kazuhito because I couldn’t have him. I wanted him dead because he wasn’t mine. The photos stopped me from lying to myself about who I was and what I truly wanted.

  I wanted to be with him. I wanted to stand beside him the way that damn Italian did.

  “So what are you going to do now? I’m bored of these theatrics and feelings, hand me chaos. I didn’t once hold power as a God for you to desecrate my work.”

  “I have to kill that fucking Italian. I have to kill the bitch too. I’ll force him to love me, even if I have to torture him for it.”

  “Ooh, torture? You sure make me miss being human!”

  “Oh shut the fuck up, You’re a God, revel in it.”

  He cackled once more, this one more sinister than before.

  “So, torture?”

  ??

  10:23 AM;

  Kazu’s new role had its benefits. As his woman, his men threaded lightly around me, his elders even more so. Before, I was never allowed to sit in one of his Yakuza meetings, it wasn’t my place. Now, as not only his woman, but also Ken’s, I had the freedom to sit there in all my precious glory as they droned on. I could have paid attention to the words, I could’ve had one of my eight give me a rough translation, but I was more mesmerized by the view of Kazu —and Ken, sitting there, in their robes, listening stoically. Kurenai was there too of course, beside her husband, not only as head of security but now as 1st Lieutenant as that role was previously held by Ken. She looked just as delectable as they did. Her hair majorly clipped out her face, but still had the signature strands that framed her face. She would meet eyes with me a few times, a small smirk as I would wink back.

  Of course, I didn’t just stay there to stare. My art supplies were lovingly brought to me by Maiko, assuring I had something to keep me occupied while my future husband made plans to carry his family to greatness and also stick it to Ikuto one more time. Burning his house was only the beginning. I only wanted to do what I thought was grave. I wanted to leave the true demise of Ikuto to Kazu. That was his enemy to kill, all I could do is trip him at best. Sketching Kazu as he spoke, his amber eyes burned into the skin of each of his men, his voice direct, powerful. I never had a chance to reveled in this version of him because of his affinity to separate work and pleasure, but fuck…I wished he’d let it mix more often.

  Another thing that had me going? His switch to Japanese. I had come across a kink, auralism to be exact. The elders were okay with my presence as long as the meeting stayed strictly in Japanese, which was fine. I didn’t care to know. I was too distracted by Kazu’s Japanese dialect, which was astonishingly sexy. Each word was enunciated clearly, very prince-like. His English was sexy…but I needed him to bring me over the edge in Japanese.

  Don’t even get me started on Ken, his English voice already made me weak, imagine his Japanese one.

  Kurenai’s was melodic, like a sweet bird song.

  The meeting was over soon enough. The standing of the elders and their bows told me so. Scurrying out the room, my favorite three were finally free. Making my way to Kazu, I sat on his waiting lap, a smile on his face as he held my waist.

  “I could feel those pretty eyes on me like the hot summer sun, mind telling me what had you so consumed?”

  “Nothing important. I like hearing you speak in your native language.”

  “(In Japanese) Is that so? Should I speak to you in Japanese and excite those pretty little ears of yours?”

  I bit my lip at the sound of his voice, clueless at what his response was, I looked to either of my long haired beauties, one of them would answer — I hope.

  “(In Japanese) No translating. I want to see how far I can push her.”

  “(In Japanese) Now Kazu, a bit unfair, don’t you think? She could do the same to you in Portuguese.” Ken spoke up, unknown words spoken as Kazu’s hand trailed up my thigh. I was in my gifted robes. My choice to not wear underwear was intentional, always.

  “(In Japanese) Oh, I hope she does. I’d love to cum to my pretty lady’s voice.”

  “(In Japanese) Should we make our way out? She looks rather needy for you.”

  “(In Japanese) No, you’re going to stay there and give our pretty little star the audience she deserves.” Kazu’s hand soon unraveled my robe, the material falling off my shoulder as my back became exposed to Ken and Kurenai. I had no clue what was being said but if it meant I became a spectacle for them, oh well.

  Laying me back on the hard wooden table, I looked back towards Ken as I felt Kazu’s soft and moist tongue slowly trail up my thigh, a shuddered breath leaving me as goosebumps grew on my skin. Looking back towards Kazu, his eyes were dark, heavy, engulfing. I didn’t need to do drugs, Kazuhito Nagatsuchi was all the drug I needed.

  “(In Japanese) Open your legs, baby.” Kazu exclaimed, still no mind of what was said. I darted my eyes to either Ken or Kurenai. She split her fingers open, a clue. I opened my legs, a chuckle from Kazu. “(In Japanese) Good girl, look at you, using context clues to figure things out. No helping her next time around, Kurenai.”

  “(In Japanese) Sorry, sir.” Kurenai looked away and down to her lap, her cheeks red. Did Kazu reprimand her? The cluelessness was killing me, but I was too sunken in by Kazu’s touch. With open legs came easier access, his fingers spreading me open just slightly before one went inside and managed a moan out of me.

  “(In Japanese) She’s already so wet. A shame you’re just an audience, she’d probably be soaking. Matter of fact…why don’t you speak to her, Ken? That might help.” Another finger slipped in as he pumped in and out of me slowly, my legs struggling to stay still as he went on. I couldn’t contain my moan. Kazu always knew how to send me down a river of pleasure just with his fingers, no penetration involved. He knew how to touch and rub me, getting me closer to ecstasy each time. Never did I go unsatisfied, it was his pride and joy to get me to come.

  “(In Japanese) What can I add that you can’t already? She’s already squirming under your touch.” Ken spoke up, his eyes on me as he acknowledged Kazu’s remark.

  “(In Japanese) Oh, don’t play sly. Tell her she’s pretty, tell her you want to see that pretty face scrunched up in pleasure as I eventually fuck her.” Kazu didn’t lose his tempo, fingers sliding in with even more ease each time, I was a spectacle that they wanted to indulge in. Ken stood up, his hair brushing my arm as he approached me; grey eyes so tenderly focused on me.

  “(In Japanese) You’re making it spectacularly hard for me to stay focused, my love. I might just need to get my fix of you later on.” When I mentioned that Ken’s native tongue made me cum, I wasn’t baiting. There was a certain deepness to his voice that Kazu’s didn’t possess; an authoritative tone to it that meant business, whether or not that business was sexual or not. I whimpered as Kazu rubbed my clit to submission, causing my eyes to shut close as I went through my orgasm. I felt hands on my face as I shuddered, my eyes darted open, Ken was closer, the sweet smell of his breath making this orgasm feel even more so intense. “(In Italian) Keep those eyes open, my princess. I want those eyes on me through every single orgasm.” I could tell my pet name, at most. The way he stared back made me stare back, those eyes of his were truly a spell.

  “(In Japanese) Kure-Chan, don’t think I’ve forgotten you. Come here, I’m sure our sweet girl would love some affection from you.” I was distracted by a slow kiss and grip of my breast by Ken, my senses on fire as I then felt Kurenai’s tender hand gripping my other breast and her tongue soon swirling around my nipple. Kazu forwent his fingers, his mouth taking over in pleasuring me just the same. I whimpered and squirmed under the touch of my three, Ken pulling away to give me a chance to breathe. That was short lived as another orgasm trailed up my spine, my eyes staying on him. It wasn’t that I could understand him, but something felt right about orgasming as those gorgeously grey eyes looked back at me. It didn’t help that he had smirked a little as I had come again.

  Kazu came up for breath, a low chuckle from him as licked his lips slowly to not miss a single drop of me. I always felt like a priceless treat the longer he would savor me; the unsteady hands as he would pull at his slacks to truly indulge in me. His new position had him wearing much flowing clothes; the silk shirts and slacks left for when he had to step into his role in public. I didn’t mind it, it meant I could be connected to him much faster than having to hassle around with a belt, buttons and zippers. Kurenai pulled back, letting Kazu pull me from the table as he sat back in his chair. I didn’t need to wonder if he planned on fucking me right in front of the others, the ease in which he could carry me had me sliding onto his dick swiftly. He pressed in the right place as he went deeper, his hands on my waist as he lingered kisses on my shoulder.

  “You can go now.” Finally some English and it was used so deviously as Kazu wrapped his arm fully around my waist, shooing Ken and Kurenai out of the room with as much as a wave. I could have fought to keep them there, but I was too busy enjoying his cock and moaning his name.

  ??

  “Son of a....” Nai whispered under her breath as we made our presence known somewhere else after being kicked out by Kazu. I knew his little game, that's why I had asked if he wanted the privacy beforehand, but given who he is and how weak I am for the man, I was okay with playing along even if it left me with a rather uncomfortable erection. “She tasted like fucking cherries and he had the audacity to not let me indulge just the same? The gall of him.”

  “Darling, it’s alright. There’s always tonight.” I took a seat by the engawa, inviting her. With a roll of her eyes and crossed arms, she sat beside me. Laying her head on my shoulder, she sighed, annoyance still lingering on her breath.

  “Things could change from here to tonight. Have you forgotten the things we committed just last night?”

  “No, my love. Not a very easy thing to forget.” I looked away, the memory of that fucking temple still bright in my mind. I hadn’t told Kazu all of the details. I chose to omit them in case of a reaction, Kazu was sensitive about me, Nai and Airla, his love ran deep in a strangely obsessive way that wasn’t off putting by any means, he knew respect, he respected consent. He would have reacted strongly if he had seen the photos I saw. He would have retaliated just as I wanted to. but…I needed to restrain, just like him. I had to sit back, I needed to give orders, not follow them. I needed to be the man my father proudly died for.

  “You need to stop being the strong one all the time.” Nai sat up from my shoulder, looking towards me as I turned to acknowledge her statement.

  “I can’t just switch it off, my love.”

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  “Yes you can, you do it all the time. It takes a special strength to choose to be second in someone’s life, knowing you should be the first. Choosing to stay even though you’re not forced to. You’re so strong that you’re unaware of how much that takes away from allowing me to care for you, not only as my Patriarch, but as my husband.”

  didn’t expect that, did you.

  darling, please.

  She had a small smirk as she exited my thoughts, leaving me in the silence of my realization. I didn’t allow her to be who she wanted to be, yet… she waited quietly, lovingly and patiently. She allowed me to diminish her for my sake. Oh, to be so loved.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Nothing to apologize for. Just let me protect you.” She took my hand as she laid her head back on my shoulder, the annoyance from earlier a story of the past.

  2:46 PM

  With patriarchy came responsibility, which meant listening to debriefs of the actions that kept this family alive and strong. The burning of the Sadanaga compound was Airla’s order, yes, but I chose to take the responsibility of it from Kazuhito to avoid him getting any word on the intensity of Ikuto’s obsession. He knew what he knew and that was enough. Hand on my temple, I stared back attentively at Beburos, one of Airla’s eight, who spoke back in exquisite Italian. She stumbled over her words a few times, the grip on her papers tighter. I pushed my hair back, she stopped.

  “(In Italian) Good lord, can you be any more distracting?”

  “I beg your pardon?” I raised a brow, I couldn’t have heard her correctly.

  “You’re distracting, sir.” Papers still held tightly, she sighed as she looked up at the ceiling before looking back at me. I gave her a moment to get her words out, her shoulders rigid. “(In Italian) Please disregard that, I don’t know what came over me.” She stared back, the shoji doors slid open. Airla stood in the door frame, the blue of my robes a delight on her skin.

  “Am I interrupting anything?” Airla asked sweetly, her décolletage peeking through her braided hair.

  “No, Airla-Sama. Debriefing can wait, excuse me.” Berburos made her way out quickly, the shift in her mood evident; yet not something I cared to poke about. I was distracting enough, I didn’t need to add to her woes, whatever they may be. Airla raised her brows as she stepped into the room, the doors sliding closed. With a gentle sway, she waited for my attention.

  “Are you busy? Kazu wanted to apologize.”

  “I hear Kazu and apologies, yet he’s nowhere to be found.” I held my chin, a small smirk. Kazu had his ways to apologize, having Airla made it easier for him not to stand in his conviction. She also made it easier for him, that soft spot was more like an impenetrable shield.

  “Well, the reason for the apology is based around me. I volunteered to be the one to apologize on his behalf.”

  “How do you plan on apologizing, my dear?”

  A shrug of the shoulders, there was still space between us. I didn’t like it. Placing my arm out, she took the message; my hand around her waist.

  “Kazu implored your choice, I agreed with him.”

  I gave her silence for a few seconds. There was a certain mindset I had to embrace when dealing with her. The choice to be so giving, to cater at the snap of a finger, it was all a choice. A ploy, even. I shifted in my seat as my hand went under her —well, my robe.

  “Still no underwear, Airla. I’m starting to believe you don’t possess any.”

  “I want to be available, is that so wrong?”

  “Not at all. Does your mouth get the same kind of freedom or are you more stringent?”

  “My mouth’s a bit…merciful.”

  “Then by all means, show me mercy.” I took a grip of her behind, a giggle. Little had to be said in regards to favors, I enjoyed the sight, she adored the act. Adorned fingernails went for my slacks, a tap of the thigh to lift myself to give her all of me, no clothing in between. I watched as her eyes lit up at the sight of me, can’t say I wasn’t flattered. There was a special dawdling she took when it came to me, how I felt no hurry to be rock solid for her as she handled me, how those prepossessing dark lashes of hers fluttered at me as she licked up my shaft and smirked. “Stop teasing, my love. I wouldn’t want to punish you for your audacity.”

  A raised brow included to her smirk, she licked the bead of precum off my tip, scoffing after. “Punishment? From you? That’s rich.” She gave me a millisecond to react before embracing me with her warm mouth, the softness of her tongue swirling around slowly. I moaned before speaking.

  “Rich, not impossible.” I responded as she bobbed her head along, a shame I couldn’t grip her hair; the style of choice not one I’d be asinine enough to ruin.

  your kindness wouldn’t allow it.

  I was startled at the sound of her voice, I thought my deep connection to Kurenai was the source of my ability; now my mind was flooded with the feeling of guilt of intruding on Airla’s mind. She looked up to me as she pushed me deeper into her mouth, winsome brown eyes rolling back just slightly to accommodate her affinity for deep throating.

  i’d wish he’d fuck my mouth, too bad my mouth’s a bit occupied.

  Oh, the invasion ate at me with the utmost guilt, yet that didn’t stop my hands from taking a handful of braids and giving her what she asked for. I lost sense. She gripped my thighs as I led her head along; the intensity of control taking over me as she became more dazed with each thrust, saliva adding to the symphony of vulgarity that we happen to be a part of. Releasing my grip, she pulled back.

  I didn’t have to read her mind.

  She pounced on me with haste, my robes a nuisance as I pulled them out of my way, my hands holding her waist as she slowly blessed me with the slickness of her warmth. I groaned slightly, her hands in my hair as she held on, foreheads touching as I gripped her derrière and took control that she wouldn’t mind handing over.

  I didn’t feel the need to continue on, I wanted to be lost in her for as long as my body allowed me. I was bound to Kurenai in a spiritual way, but with Airla; it was true devotion. I’d follow whatever she’d like, kill whoever she asked. I was here to give her the soft life she deserved in this darkness, even if it meant giving all of me to the Nagatsuchi name.

  oh, i love you…

  The words were followed with an orgasm, clouding the sincerity.

  I didn’t care, her body was enough.

  ??

  6:12 PM

  Jealousy would have absolutely ravished me had I been any other man. But no, I chose the version that adjusted himself to the sight of his woman and best friend stepping into the room after obvious debauchery. I stood by the engawa as a cigarette lingered on my lips, a cross of the arms as I smiled at them.

  “Aren’t you two a precious sight? How did you enjoy my apology?”

  “It was well enjoyed, thank you.” Ken spoke up, taking a seat first before Airla found herself back on his lap. I couldn’t help but chuckle, I would do the same. Kurenai walked in, face flushed from exertion. Her commitment to keep mine and Airla’s security team in tip top shape. She crossed looks with Airla, a smile on her face as she plopped down on the couch.

  “Will I finally get a chance at you or am I to be bamboozled again?” Those hazel green eyes of hers darted at me quickly, I smirked.

  “Kazu and Ken will be sharing a bed tonight. I hope that’s a sufficient answer.” Airla spoke up from Ken’s neck, still entrapped with him.

  “Oh that’s sufficient enough, darling. Join me for a shower later, I’d like to taste the version of you before these two got their hands on you.”

  “Duly noted, sweetie.”

  …

  “Do you ever wonder what’s going through their minds?” I asked Ken as we lounged in bed, overhearing Airla and Kurenai playfully splashing each other in the shower. He responded with a slow shake of the head, a quick response. “Really? Has the thought never occurred or do you not care?”

  “I care, I just don’t feel the need to know.” Eyes remained closed as he answered, a very Ken like response. We had taken a shower before the girls, so a towel was the only thing stopping me from enjoying a fully nude him. I nuzzled up to his chest, poking his stomach.

  “That’s bull. No way you don’t care about the intricacies of the brains of the women you’re sleeping with. How will you know not to piss them off?”

  “I just don’t piss them off. A woman is simple to please if you learn to shut up and listen. In your case, it’s more like shut up and leave them be. Their thoughts are their own, leave it that way.”

  “What if knowing their thoughts connected you better? I wouldn’t mind being in Airla’s head all day, I want to hear what she thinks of me.”

  “She thinks the world of you, Kazuhito. There’s no need to read her mind about that one, she loves you, no doubt.”

  “How can you be so sure, you’re the one against the mind reading.” I pouted, my hand by the edge of his towel.

  “Kazuhito, be serious. Do I sense doubt in your voice?” His hand found itself in my hair, a slight tug as he awaited an answer. A bite of the lip, oh man.

  “No doubt, just worry. What if she gets tired of me, of this life?”

  “I’d prefer you with my cock in your mouth than the spewing of absolute nonsense that you’re doing. That woman isn’t going anywhere, neither are you. I don’t need to read her mind to know, it’s loud. It’s obvious. She loves you.”

  Just as he said the words, she stepped out of the bathroom with Kurenai in hand. Both beauties, naked and damp. My attention was theirs, swiftly.

  “I agree with him, Kazuhito. She loves you, tenderly so. Even as her body is occupied with another’s touch, you’re at the forefront of her mind.” Kurenai took the lead, helping her to the bed we currently occupied. Even with teases of sleeping in different beds, I knew we wouldn’t be left out, even if touching was prohibited, watching was encouraged. Which considering my incessant need to touch, was easy to do as Airla laid back on the silk sheets, the chosen red dancing on her pearlescent skin. Her braids were still beautifully intact, longer even as she had decided to redo them and add a bit extra hair, adding to her already long locks. It didn’t matter, she was beautiful with any fuckin’ hairstyle she chose. Her eyes were still on me as Kurenai slithered down in between her legs, a wink from those hazel green eyes before the symphony of Airla’s moan.

  “Oh that’s a moan.” I teased, only to distract from my own twitch.

  “Don’t tease, Kazuhito. You can easily be in her same position if you keep it up.” Ken remarked, still at a distance as he laid back on the headboard, eyes on Airla as Kurenai feasted away. I snickered as I laid closer to Airla, a graze of her cheek.

  “Who says I wouldn’t want to be? You see that pretty face, she loves this shit.”

  “And I enjoy watching her; so why don’t you come and fill your mouth so I can enjoy her in silence.”

  “Nah, I’d rather you do the honors.”

  “Boys. Who said either of you had a say?” Kurenai slithered from the edge of the bed, one of her hands occupied with the joy of Airla’s pleasure. Nuzzling her neck, she faced us. “You’re in need of a little humbling, Kentaro. Follow my lead instead of trying to lead.”

  Ken chuckled, a scoff included. “That I can do. See, Kazuhito? Shut up and listen.” He remarked as he stood up, the towel mentioned previously finding its way to the ground as he made his way around the bed to my side. Seconds later, those strong hands made due with my towel just the same. My face flushed at the quickness in which he handled me, his hands on my ass as he positioned me to lay appropriately enough to face Airla but still be accessible to him. With a slow drag of his finger down my mons, I shivered at his touch, fuck. “Goodness, all I did was touch you, Kazuhito. A lot of big talk from someone so easily…flustered.” He wrapped his hand around my cock, a slight squeeze before jerking me to submission.

  “Do that again.” Airla commanded softly, her own face just as flushed.

  “No need to ask, darling. It’ll be my utmost pleasure.” I was playing my own game from earlier, instead this time, I was prey to Ken’s predator. He listened and overachieved, my body now truly a prisoner to his touch as he opened me up with one hand while keeping a steady jerk on my cock. I quivered, my toes curling when he finally grazed my prostate.

  “Oh, baby, you talk of me sounding so pretty, I wish you could hear you.” Airla praised me, even as she occupied herself with Kurenai, there was no doubt who was her number one. My cheeks and ears burned red, even for as powerful as I was. When it came to these 3, what was power? What was control? What would my life be if not entangled with them? What was my power if I didn’t have Ken? Kurenai? Airla? Who would I be if I ever lost them?

  That wasn’t something I needed to worry about, Ken would pull me from Airla to slide inside, my back arching off the bed just as hard as my eyes rolled back. I didn’t need to worry about the future, shit, I didn’t even need to think of tomorrow.

  I just needed to be here. With him. With her.

  With them.