In his previous life, Kagura was a young corporate drone who perished under the relentless grind of 007 work hours. In this life, however, he was reborn into a family of considerable affluence. His full name, Sawamura Spencer Kagura, bore his mother's surname, Sawamura, and his father's, Spencer. The grand Western-style mansion he called home, situated in the southern suburbs of Chiba Prefecture, Japan, was no mere residence. Spanning a vast estate, it was an exact replica of a family manor in England, meticulously recreated down to the bricks and bespoke tableware, befitting his father's stature as a British duke and ambassador to Japan.
—Though his father scarcely had time to reside here.
Naturally, in due course, this opulence would seamlessly pass to Kagura.
After an uneasy conversation with his mother, Kagura returned to his room, weary, and collapsed onto the expansive bed.
"Well, what ill wind has blown you into such a state of exhaustion?" Hayasaka Ai, who had been waiting by the door, taunted in her flat, sardonic tone. She closed the door, locking it softly with her back to it.
Her panties were, of course, back in place, and the flush that had earlier colored her cheeks had vanished.
Kagura cracked an eye open, glancing at her before beckoning with a lazy gesture.
Wordlessly, Ai approached the bed, slipping off her black leather ankle boots and crawling onto the mattress on her knees. The faint scent of her favored osmanthus perfume wafted toward Kagura, but in the next moment, Ai brazenly straddled his waist, her legs stretching back as she pressed her hands onto his shoulders, leaning down to ask, "What troubles you, my useless young master? Pray, what are your commands?"
She gazed down at him imperiously, her delicate fingers subtly kneading his shoulders, stiff from hours of piano practice.
"Some vexing matters…" Kagura began, but before he could elaborate, Ai's hands slid to his lower abdomen, near his arousal. With an impassive expression, she pressed lightly, her azure-tipped fingers teasing the tip as she said, "This matter, then?"
"Hardly," Kagura replied, patting her exposed knee with a wry smile. "Ai, I want to ask—what are your plans for the future?"
"The future…" Ai sat back, her fingertip resting pensively against her lips as she mused lazily, "Well, you wouldn't let me leave, would you?"
—Dare to dismiss me, and I'll bite that thing off!
"True, you are mine—how could I ever let you go? But that's not what I meant," Kagura said with a soft sigh, his hands resting on her silken thighs. "My father has arranged a fiancée for me. Shiina Mashiro. Heard of her?"
"Oh, vaguely. The prodigy painter, granddaughter of an earl. Quite a fitting match for your station, no?" Ai replied, her face a mask of indifference as she deftly unbuckled Kagura's belt with a sharp *snap*.
"Don't remind me. I never thought I'd be saddled with an arranged marriage," Kagura said, half-joking as he caressed her thighs. "How about we elope?"
He punctuated the suggestion with exaggerated winks.
Ai yanked his belt free, folding it in her right hand and delivering a playful *smack* to his left shoulder. Pulling the belt taut with both hands, she made it snap loudly, narrowing her eyes with a mischievous smirk. "Master Kagura, kindly keep your fantasies confined to dreams…"
—Elope? Unrealistic. But something else could be arranged… Still, I'm flattered you'd consider it with me.
"Tch, you dare strike me with my own belt?" Kagura hissed, feigning pain as his hands moved to squeeze her backside.
Ai's strike, like the light slap he'd given her before leaving the music room, was merely part of their usual teasing repartee.
"Have you not struck me with a belt before? My rear, my chest, even *there*," Ai retorted, her expression unchanged as her hands drifted to her chest, then her hips, and finally between her thighs.
After a brief silence, Kagura stretched languidly, shaking his head with a sigh. "Tell me, how do I escape this arranged marriage?"
"Simple. Castrate yourself. Problem solved," Ai said, her right hand miming a snip with a scissor gesture.
"Ha! Only you could say something so horrifying with a straight face. Careful, or I'll stitch *you* shut," Kagura shot back.
"Hmph," Ai scoffed, half-covering her lips with a mocking smile. "You'd have your tongue undoing the stitches within hours, savoring me with your mouth."
"…" Speechless, Kagura flipped her a middle finger, rolling his eyes as he muttered, "Anyway, I refuse an arranged marriage. I know a bit about this Shiina Mashiro—she's supposedly a clueless doll who can't even dress herself. I prefer a woman with some agency, normal life skills, and maybe a touch of mischief."
"Complaining to me won't help," Ai said, tilting her head with a listless sigh. "Also, your taste in women is absurdly broad. No specific preferences?"
"Ugh, aside from you, my experience with women is nil. Help me think of something, Ai-emon!"
"Which eye of yours sees a magic pouch on my belly? And I'm not fat! Besides, I already told you—just snip off your—"
"Aha!" Kagura propped himself up on the bed, eyes gleaming with sudden inspiration. "I'll find a girlfriend, file a marriage registration with her, and be done with it! My parents can't force me to divorce, and they certainly won't let me commit bigamy!"
"Clever…" Ai maintained her poker face, raising a fist in a half-hearted "go for it" gesture. "But can a socially inept pervert like you, who spends his days tormenting his maid and obsessing over her intimates, really find a woman willing to marry you in a few months? I'm skeptical."
"Then marry me, Ai! You're all I've got!" Kagura exclaimed, seizing her shoulders, his breath hot with fervor.
"Heh…" Ai turned her head slightly, her voice low and disinterested. "Weren't you set on finding a proper girlfriend? Asking me is cheating. And didn't you just say you're against arranged marriages? Why force one on your maid?"
"But you're not denying you'd marry me, are you?!"
"Would my denial matter? No, you'd be better off finding someone else. Even if I agreed, it'd likely be deemed an invalid marriage."
"Fair point…" Kagura's left hand gripped her shoulder, his right clenching into a determined fist as he vowed, "Fine! I'll find a suitable girl and marry her before Shiina Mashiro arrives in Japan. I'll leave my parents speechless!"
"Rah, rah, go for it…" Ai clapped dryly, her impassive expression practically screaming *give up already*. Kagura, exasperated, flopped back onto the bed.
"By the way…" Kagura reached out, slowly kneading her backside as he gazed into her azure eyes. "Even if I can't marry you, I still want you…"
At that, Ai tossed aside the belt and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Raising her right hand, she lightly slapped his left cheek twice, whispering in a frigid tone, "So, after all this circling, you still just want to bed me? Such a waste of words…"
"Damn it!" Kagura growled, wrapping his arms around her waist and flipping her beneath him.
He did want to sleep with Ai, but his talk of finding a girlfriend to marry was no less sincere.
The sudden movement left Ai's back slightly sore, but she only furrowed her brow, her eyes locked onto his—part mockery, part anticipation. Ai remained an enigma, a puzzle to Kagura.
"My dear, useless young master, must I guide you through this act as well?" Ai teased, brushing her cheek with the back of her hand, her sidelong glance provocative.
Already simmering from earlier and now irritated by the fiancée issue, Kagura's temper flared. In a flurry, he stripped off his lower garments, tossing them carelessly onto the carpet. Straddling her chest, he lowered himself, pressing his fully engorged member against her lips.
Without a word, Ai parted her mouth, her tongue expertly teasing him, her skills honed to perfection on Kagura's body. Her soft tongue sent shivers through him, and, gripping her side ponytail, he thrust deeply into her mouth.
"Mmph… mmph…" Ai enveloped as much as she could, her tongue working diligently as she bobbed her head, polishing the familiar, oversized member until its veins pulsed visibly.
While doing so, Ai's hands were far from idle. Her fingers slipped beneath her black skirt, into her panties, teasing the still-damp, tender crevice. She coaxed her warm, untouched core to secrete the nectar that drove Kagura wild, soaking the delicate folds and letting it seep out. Her fingertips traced the surrounding dips and delicate bud, smearing the slickness in slow, deliberate motions.
Over the years, they had indulged in such acts thousands of times, yet never crossed the final line. Their barbed banter was merely a form of flirtatious play.
Kagura gripped Ai's ponytail, relentlessly driving his heated member into her mouth until she struggled to breathe, coughing faintly. Reluctantly, he withdrew, only to thrust back in after her coughs subsided, causing tears to well in her eyes. She swallowed him desperately, her pleading gaze fixed on him.
By now, Kagura was so accustomed to Ai's ministrations that climaxing this way was no easy feat.