It all started the same way everything else starts for him:
Boredom.
It was Sunday afternoon and the high and mighty, ever busy Igarashi had for once in his life nothing to do. Council work was done, there were no parties to attend or guests to entertain, nowhere to go and he had lost interest in women after a certain Raven haired girl made her forceful appearance in his life.
So, he decided to do something that normal people (or commoners) usually do: He watched TV.
TV had never really interested him nor was it helping now. Flipping through various channels, he yawned as a visible sign of boredom.
That was until he reached the TV shopping channel. He snickered to himself as he saw young people trying to market Coats
'Such worthless thrash' he thought because Igarashi being Igarashi would never buy such cheap things without any claims of quality.
But all his rational thoughts flew across the window as soon as the next product came up: a Saree.
His brain momentarily stopped as his eyes got hooked to the sight in front of him. Pictures of various models wearing different designs of sarees starting flashing across the screen.
It was almost infuriating how something so simple, could have such sex appeal. His mind started drifting as images of Misaki came to his mind. His eyes didn't see the models, he saw Misaki. Misaki in various sarees, each better than the previous and before he knew it, he had already placed an order for the entire set.
"What do you think?" asked Misaki as she twirled around to give him a full view of her body.
He gulped.
She was wearing a black saree with red roses printed on it, looking as enchanting as magic spells. His eyes went over her body, he viewed her hungrily from top to bottom, from her chest to her bare waist, the way the cloth hugged her body to the way her hair flowed.
Oh how he desperately wanted to touch her, to bite her skin and give her hickeys all over her body, to kiss her until her lips hurt!
She came closer, she was teasing him. He could feel her breath on his skin but he couldn't kiss her. He couldn't move his body, he was tied down. She was being unfair.
She came closer to his ear, her breath on his ears as she seductively whispered
"Tora"
Tora's eyes flew open, he was sweating, he was panting and he was hard.
He quickly gulped down the water kept near his bedside and sighed loudly.
"God I wish that would have continued"
It had been a week now. Ever since he saw those commercials he had been dreaming of Misaki in various sarees. Each dream was more or less the same. She would come to him looking sexier than any woman, any goddess or any devil, tease him, coax him, seduce him but he would always wake up before he could get any action.
A week was a long time and he was never a patient person. He wanted her! He wanted her oh so bad! He was sexually frustrated but he did not feel aroused in the company of other women, not even when they wore sarees.
That was it
There was only one way out
And that was Misaki
"Oh Misaki!"