Inuyasha is on a mission: pose as a butler, infiltrate the Higurashi mansion, and steal the jewel. But a very tempting coed shows up unexpectedly and things take a turn for him.
Poor Little Rich Girl
"Ya sure this dump has the Sunset Sapphire?" Inuyasha asked, gold eyes giving the palatial estate the same contemptuous glance one would give a disease-ridden tent city.
"The Higurashis have had their miserly hands on it for the past five generations," Miroku answered as he pulled over the van.
A smirk. "And our buyers will have it for even longer."
"Let's run through the main players again," Miroku said. "There's the old man. He was one of the worst cutthroat types back in the day, but then his son died in one of their oil fields and he had a stroke. Now he mostly just sits around the house mumbling about their family history."
Inuyasha couldn't care less. Nothing could make him feel bad for those who hoarded wealth and deprived the workers of their just wages.
"Next?"
"His daughter-in-law. Comes from minor royalty but likes to project a housewifey Martha Stewart image. She's got her name on cookbooks she hasn't even seen and has a home decor line where any one item costs more than a college course. Rumor has it she has a thing for the help, which is really gonna 'help' us out."
The look Miroku gave his partner in crime let the half-demon know he was expecting at least a chuckle. Inuyasha remained stone-faced.
"Next?"
"Ah…" He typed rapidly and turned the screen around, excitement on his face. "The girl."
It wasn't the first time he had seen that face, but he always reacted the same way. His heart beat a little faster, his breathing got a little shallower, and his pants got a little tighter. Miroku must have noticed because he had pulled up the picture that was his favorite, a cheesy grin on his face.
The girl was coming out of the back of a limo, reaching out to grab the extended hand of a cropped-out boy toy. She was leaning over so far that he could see the faintest shadow of an areola due to the gap of her low-cut strapless dress. The slits up the sides of her tiny dress had rode up her hips and it was obvious she wasn't wearing any panties. But the best part was her face. The girl was glancing at the camera out of the corner of her eye. She had this look in her eyes that told him she knew she had been caught, and the tiny, almost indiscernible, smile on her lips that intimated she didn't regret a single thing.
"Kagome Higurashi," Miroku said unnecessarily. Like he didn't know the name of the girl he was about to rob blind. "Sole surviving heir to the family fortune. Hottest celebutante of our time. She's broken off more engagements than I've had hook-ups. There are rumors of a sex tape but the internet has yet to deliver…" Miroku grabbed the laptop and typed some more, a frown on his face when his search again yielded no results. "She won't be here. Her private university is done for the summer and she's clubbing across Europe and Instagramming in Dubai and shit."
Inuyasha made sure his expression remained the same. "So I just go in, play at being a butler, grab the jewel, and we're done?" He snorted. "Why'd ya have to bring me in? Any grunt coulda done the job."
"That's the thing, Inuyasha. We've sent two guys in already. Both of them thought it would be as easy as your tone indicates you think it to be. Neither of them lasted longer than a week before quitting. One quit the business entirely."
That made him raise a brow. "What the fuck?"
Miroku nodded, brows coming together in concern. "You'll call me if you need help, right? No matter what?"
Inuyasha laughed. "Fuck, Miroku. I grew up on the fuckin' streets after my parents died. Some crazy old man, a snobby desperate housewife, and mean coworkers ain't nothin' to me."
His friend smiled in relief. "Good. Our buyer was beginning to ask questions and I'd hate to lose his business."
One hand on the door handle, he grabbed his backpack and said, "See ya in a week."
"Not so fast!"
Inuyasha gave him a glare for taking his momentum, petulantly blowing his bangs out of his eyes. "What?"
"Here." Miroku slapped a beaded bracelet on his wrist. "Concealment."
"Right. No way a place like this wants a hanyō on staff."
"It has less to do with that and more to do with you not being recognized. You're wanted on every continent, idiot."
He grinned. "At least someone wants me. Wouldn't you like to know what that's like?"
Leaping out of the car, he went straight for the back door, which the email confirming his employment had directed him to do. He rolled his eyes as he knocked on the door. It wouldn't do for any member of the lower classes to cross their very expensive foyer. No, the back door out by the kitchen was good enough.
An old woman with an eyepatch opened the door.
"You are the new butler?"
He smiled, already slipping into his character. "Yes, ma'am! Yash, at your service." He performed an elegant bow with a cheesy grin on his face.
The old woman looked at him the same way he looked at the house.
"I am Kaede," she said, her voice dry and whispery. She led him through the kitchen and walked him down a hall. The lack of finery indicated this area was the domain of the servants. "I cook and keep house for the Higurashis like my mother before me. My granddaughter is prepared to do the same. Serving the family is in our blood."
"Granddaughter?" Inuyasha barked out a laugh of faux disbelief. "Ma'am, you are far too young a lady for all that. Are you trying to prank the new guy?"
"Hold your tongue, boy," she snapped. "The Higurashis will not stand for it." Her hand strayed to just beneath her patch and she rubbed it with a vigorous irritation, something he would come to know was a nervous habit.
"Yes, ma'am. My apologies, I meant no offense by my honest disbelief."
She scowled at him. "Your duties may be numerous, but it all boils down to this: assist the Higurashis in any capacity they demand. This is your room." They entered a tiny place smaller than the en suite guest bathroom at his favorite country house. Trying not to frown too much, he set his backpack on the ground. "Along the wall there is a system that will show which member of the family is summoning you." There were three small black screens about the size of a phone each labeled with the first name of the Higurashi family. "It lights up and an alarm will ring as well so you may do your duty at any time of the day or night."
"The ad said I will be acting as a sommelier, serving drinks at every meal, directing maids, approving menus, organizing and assigning the menial party duties, and providing companionship. Is there anything else?" What he really wanted to ask was what "providing companionship" really entailed, but he had a feeling he knew already.
"No, that's about it. There won't be many parties, either, and the staff is greatly reduced. It's not like the old days when the young master was alive." She sighed before brightening. "But the young mistress is here and she is always a delight. Come, I will introduce you."
"Y-young mistress?" he echoed. "Kagome is here?"
She scowled at him yet again. "Miss Higurashi is all one such as you is permitted to call her, and that is only if you become especially close, though I doubt your duties will bring you in contact much. The young mistress is a free spirit and came here on a whim, so she should only grace us with her presence for a night or two before going back to her life."
Inside, he was cursing Miroku. The bastard had given him bad intel. Normally, the presence of one girl wouldn't matter to him in the slightest, but his partner must have known the number of times he had masturbated to that photo of her alone. This was so not cool. How was he supposed to do a job and possibly seduce the middle-aged matriarch when he was distracted by a hot socialite?
Kaede rapped on a heavy oak door. A warm voice gave them permission to enter, and suddenly their surroundings changed to museum-worthy tapestries and heavy mahogany furniture on top of thick foreign rugs. The three surviving family members were perched on three different seats. The old man faced a roaring fire, even though it was summer, in a large leather armchair that seemed to swallow him. Kun-loon Higurashi was reclining on a chaise lounge, a martini in one hand and a housekeeping magazine with her on the cover in the other.
Inuyasha barely gave the two of them a glance. He only had eyes for Kagome, and she was the only one who had looked up when they entered. The plain wooden chair, no cushion, she sat on was much different from anything else in the room. He wanted to tie her to it and tease her for hours.
"Surprise, Kaede!" Kagome said, bounding across the room and giving the old woman a hug. "I came back for a visit."
The old woman patted her cheek fondly. "It's wonderful to see you, Miss Higurashi."
Mrs. Higurashi closed the magazine and laid it beside her. "Who is this, Kaede?"
Inuyasha bowed deeply, wishing he had put his hair up when the long black lengths touched the floor. On his way up, he again locked eyes with a smiling Kagome, which threw him off a little.
"Yash Takahashi," he said, using his mother's surname. "I was just hired as the new head butler. It is an honor to be working for the nation's finest family."
"Sōta!" the old man yelled, making him jump.
The women ignored it, obviously used to such things.
"I'd be happy to give the boy a tour," Kun-loon said, eyeing him in a way that made him want to say "fuck this" and leave.
"Do not trouble yourself, Madame, I already took on that duty myself."
She frowned.
"Check with me next time, Kaede. We wouldn't want another incident like the last."
The old woman rubbed that spot beneath her eyepatch again.
"We won't trouble you any longer. The new butler will be there to serve you at supper." Without waiting for him, she left the room, calling over her shoulder, "Come along, boy."
"Before you go," Kagome said, sidling up to him, "can you do me a quick favor?"
He nodded, unable to summon the words to speak.
"Tie my shoe?"
Kagome put her foot up on an ottoman and he knelt to do as she requested. She was wearing that type of wedge sandal that tied up the calves that he was particularly weak for on a woman. Trying not to caress her ankles, he grabbed both ends of the ribbon, only to freeze.
Her skirt was so short he could see right up it. That wasn't all, though. Kagome wasn't wearing any panties.
Inuyasha sucked in a sharp breath. Her bare pussy was right there, only a short distance from his suddenly salivating mouth. The image of her tied up and squirming in a chair returned, a vibrator shoved up her pussy and sounding loud on the wood of the seat. Gagged but still begging him, desperately trying not to buck her hips too much so he would consider giving his obedient girl some relief.
"Do I need to do it myself? It's not that hard."
He ripped his eyes away from the beautiful sight, quickly managing to tie her shoe without getting his fingers stuck in the knots. A great success.
"Uh, see ya at dinner," he said.
Nearly skidding on the runner in the hallway, he quickly caught up to Kaede. The concealment charm dulled all his senses until he was almost fully human, and he never hated it more than he did that instant. Kagome had been close enough to smell, to taste. If he wasn't wearing this stupid fucking bracelet, he could have heard her heartbeat quicken as his claws ran up her calves.
Kaede led him back to his room and handed him a map of the house and grounds. He was grateful since he couldn't rely on his senses to get him around.
"It's best not to get too close to the family," she said, rubbing the place under her eye again. "Things don't go well for us when we do." The sliver of vulnerability she showed evaporated and her face hardened into its familiar form. "Do not waste the young mistress' time or you will be instantly let go."
"Not an issue," he grunted, beginning to unpack. There wasn't much since he didn't plan on being here long, but there was enough.
"The schedule is on the back of the map. Please make yourself presentable by the time supper is to be served."
Inuyasha had enough time to text an update to Miroku, as well as send him a picture of his middle finger for the bad intel on Kagome. Opening up the chest that would serve as his wardrobe for the time being, he grabbed the monkey suit that was his uniform and dumped his bag straight in. There wasn't much time to kill before he'd have to out there and play stupid happy-go-lucky Yash, so he instead researched the lore on the famous jewel his buyer was willing to pay so damn much for.
What was now famously called the Sunset Sapphire was once known as the Shikon Jewel. Its bloody history was over a thousand years long and even made the seasoned thief and killer half-demon cringe. A pink sapphire the size of an eyeball, it was claimed that anyone who held the jewel would gain whatever they wished. Inuyasha snorted. Judging by all the death and destruction the jewel had left in its wake, either people had really shitty wishes or the jewel was all about that monkey's paw type of bullshit.
The previous flunkies that had been hired to do what should have been an easy job had no luck in locating the jewel. They'd tried b and e's, bribing staff, and posing as staff, but the jewel had yet to be located. Even so, their buyer insisted they had inside knowledge and the Sunset Sapphire was in the Higurashi manor house.
Miroku was right to bring in Inuyasha. He'd grown up in places like this before his life took a turn and knew how one should behave. But the Higurashis weren't like his gentle mother or his regal father. It was already plainly obvious to him why the others had failed. With a sigh, he dressed up like the butler he was pretending to be, fixing his hair into a neat tail so that he was more presentable.
With how small of a household the Higurashi manor was, they didn't need a butler or any of the many maids they had. It was all for show, a kind of vulgar display that was normally only found in new money or those old families that hungered more for attention than they did power. The next step was usually a reality show, and he shuddered to think of what that might look like.
Dinner was served in courses, because of course it was. Inuyasha patiently supervised the handling of each dish, pairing it with the appropriate wine. Mrs. Higurashi praised his skill before even taking a sip, batting her eyelashes at him.
"More for me, too, Yash," Kagome said, her smile too innocent to mean anything good.
Inuyasha tried to perform the task without looking at her.
"How long are you planning on staying, dear?" Mrs. Higurashi asked, cutting her steak into tiny triangles.
Kagome shrugged. "I cancelled my flight. Hojo was getting boring and I got the feeling he was going to propose." She mock shuddered.
"Oh no, not again," her mother said with manufactured interest. "Well, I do hope you run along soon. It won't do to have you moping around here. It will ruin your complexion."
She glanced at Inuyasha before looking back at her daughter. Ah, so that was why she wanted the girl gone. Kaede wasn't the only one who had picked up on the current running between them.
Kagome's fork clattered to the ground. "Oops! I'm so clumsy. Yash, will you please get that for me?"
"I'll fetch you a new one, it's no—"
"Get it now."
He was a split second away from getting in her face and telling her where the fuck she could stick her fucking fork, but then he remembered the reason he was there in the first place. Sometimes, playing servant required that he serve. With a stiff smile, he squatted, reaching under the table for the utensil. Not finding it, he popped his head underneath and looked around. There it was, almost all the way on the other side. In order not to disturb her mother sitting opposite her, he crawled underneath instead of going around. A tug on his ponytail made him look back.
Kagome's legs were spread and she was showing him her pussy again, although this time one of her hands had joined the party. Her fingers teased her slit, travelling up and down. There was nothing he wanted more than to bury his head between her legs and just eat her out to his heart's content, and he almost did, but then the old man's nonsense racketed up a few notches in volume and he remembered he wasn't squatting under the table for fun. Grabbing the fork, he got out and slammed it down on the table.
"There," he said, voice rough.
Kagome smiled at him. "Thank you. Could you please get me a new one? That one's dirty."
He had never been so glad to be dismissed. Inuyasha walked as quickly as he could to the kitchen, taking the fallen fork with him. Dumping it in the sink, he walked away from the bustling kitchen workers and into the pantry, where he rearranged his throbbing cock so his erection wouldn't be so damningly obvious. He fiddled with the bead bracelet on his wrist. This was too important a job to fuck up. Even if fucking up meant fucking the woman he had wanted at first sight. He couldn't let the client down, Miroku down, himself down. But fuck, she wanted him, and she smelled so good even with his concealment charm on…
Someone pounded on the pantry door.
"Get back to work! The family is thirsty."
"Sorry!" he said, opening the door and smiling as charmingly as he could at Kaede. Would it kill them to pour their own fucking drinks?
Inuyasha barely remembered to grab Kagome a new salad fork before hustling back out. Kagome immediately turned to him and gave him the full force of her smile, nearly stopping him in his tracks.
"Thank you so much!" she crowed, fingers brushing his own in a way that could not be called innocent as she accepted the utensil from him.
"No problem," he muttered, quickly refilling everyone's water and wine.
"I'm feeling light-headed," Kagome said, the back of her hand flying to her forehead dramatically. "All this wine is too much for me. Will you please escort me back to my room, Yash?"
Her mother snorted daintily and downed half her glass. The old man stared at the mess on his plate, the food pushed around but none of it eaten. Inuyasha looked around, but since Kaede was nowhere to be seen, gently pulled Kagome's chair back and assisted her to her feet. She pressed close to him and seemed to be faking a slight limp. It would have been funny if he wasn't sweating in nervousness.
"We should take the elevator."
"You got an elevator?" Unfortunately for him, he'd let some of his contempt seep into his tone, and she picked up on it instantly.
"Gramps can't get around like he used to. Neither can Kaede."
He tried to change the subject. "Does Kaede live here, too?"
Kagome nodded. "Her, her granddaughter Rin, and you are the only live-ins we have left."
They didn't say anything more until they were in her room. It wasn't nearly as lavish as he expected of someone like her, but it was very pink. All his fantasies about her made him feel more than a little unclean when he stared her stuffed animals in the face.
"Are you a masseuse?" she asked, kicking off her heels and sitting on the bed. "We used to have a butler who was a trained massage therapist ages ago. Or at least that's what Kōga told me." She laughed. "He still writes me letters every day from his cell."
He shook his head, moving to leave.
Kagome pouted and grabbed his hand, tugging him down next to her. "Give it a try. My shoulders hurt."
Inuyasha was going to make an excuse, but his hands moved on their own before he could get the words out. Smoothing her hair to one side, he slowly slid the spaghetti straps of her dress down, biting back a groan at how silky soft her skin was. His thumbs worked circles in her flesh and she moaned.
"That feels good. You're so gentle, though. Don't be afraid of hurting me a little. I like it."
That was too much for him. "Uh, I should get back to the dining room. Your mother—"
"I used to have a brother." He stopped. No articles online had mentioned a brother. "Keep going, Yash."
Inuyasha continued to massage her, deciding to enjoy himself for just a couple more minutes.
"His name was Sōta," Kagome continued. "Kaede's daughter and my dad were raised together, and I guess they were in love, but he married my mom anyway. He loved her, too. And me. Kaede's daughter, Kikyo, she lived here, too. And she had Sōta when I was around eight. I guess Papa had made some promises to Kikyo and never followed through, because she turned her gas heater all the way up and stuffed towels in the cracks of the door. Her and Sōta looked like they were just sleeping when we found them." He had stopped massaging by this point, stunned by what she was revealing. "Papa never got over it. He shot himself but Gramps made it look like an accident on the job."
"…I'm sorry." What the fuck was anyone supposed to say to that?
"I told you a secret, so why don't you tell me one, too?"
Inuyasha stood. It was too easy for her to disarm him. He needed to act like Yash. "I'm an open book. No secrets. But I really should get back to work. Thank you for confiding in me."
Kagome grabbed his hand. "At least tell me your real name."
He froze. "It's Yash. Did you forget already?"
She frowned at him and got to her feet, hands on her hips. "Enough. I googled you and you don't exist. Your references? Bullshit. I know they were desperate for a new butler, but gods, the least they could have done was actually check you out first."
"I don't have social media, so that might be why you didn't get a hit on me, but I promise you I am here only to serve. Give my references another call if it's bothering you. I really must get back to work."
Inuyasha left, heart pounding. Should he leave now? No, he couldn't abandon the job after not even one full day. Not after all the shit he had talked about the others who'd tried. Grabbing his phone, he texted Miroku a scathing reminder to answer his phones and remember what snooty reference he was pretending to be.
The rest of the evening passed without incident, and he went to bed feeling a little more confident. Waking early, he made sure the old man was popped in a wheelchair and walked around the grounds by one of the staff. The women of the house supposedly didn't leave their rooms until about noon, which gave him plenty of time to do what he needed. Inuyasha made a thorough search of the old man's bedroom, cracking the safe easily and looking through the contents. No sapphire.
Even though the old man hadn't used his office since his decline, Inuyasha searched that, too. The desk drawers didn't even lock. There was a framed photo of Kagome as a little girl in a place of honor on the desktop and he wondered what she had been like before all the tragedy, the smiling face and short bob with a big ribbon only giving him the barest hint.
"There you are!"
Inuyasha jumped. Kagome was standing in the doorway and her tiny pleated skirt was giving him some very bad thoughts. He took a second to appreciate the white cotton of her outfit and how her tank was almost see-through. Her hair was up in a ponytail, waves twisting to curl slightly at the ends. Tinted sunscreen, mascara, and lip balm was all she wore in the way of makeup.
"Uh, I was just dusting," he said lamely, holding up the ancient feather duster he had found and brought to give him an excuse.
"The maids will take care of that. I need you to come outside with me."
When she walked away so confidently, assured that he would follow, he was obedient. After all, he told himself, if she was suspicious of him and his credentials, what better way to erase her fears than to make her comfortable by spending more time with her?
"I keep my rackets here," she said, bringing him to a closet close to a set of French doors that gave a beautiful view of the garden.
Figuring she just wanted him to carry her stuff for her, he grabbed what she handed him. One pink racket in its pink case, a bigger, red one, and a tube of tennis balls. Kagome led him down the path of the garden and he thought of the woods that surrounded his home and their wild, natural beauty. The sooner he finished his business here, the better. Kagome stumbled, tripping over nothing he could see, and his arm instinctively wrapped around her. Looking up at him with gratitude, she stayed close even when he brought his hands back to himself.
It was far too warm and beautiful a day for him to keep harboring such dark thoughts about her.
Struggling to push away images of fucking her from behind in the dirt, he was grateful when they arrived at the tennis court. They didn't seem as well-maintained as the rest of the place, and he guessed Kagome was the only one to actively use them anymore.
"I haven't played in too long!" she said happily. "And I bet you'd be a great opponent."
Inuyasha shouldn't have been as stunned as he was, but she just continued to surprise him and he continued not to learn. Insanity. Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. When it came to her, he was insane.
"I have my duties back at the—"
"Mama won't be up for hours and Gramps lives inside his head," she said a little harshly. "Here's how we're going to play: every time I score, you take off a piece of clothing. And vice versa."
"Strip tennis?" he scoffed. What the actual fuck?
"Exactly!" she said happily.
"I've never played tennis before. Strip or otherwise."
"Hmmm, I guess I should give myself a handicap, then."
"Or I could just…" He trailed off, eyes glued to the sight of her lifting her skirt.
Kagome was wearing a lacy red thong, which, on closer inspection, had a vibrator attached to the crotch inside. Reaching down, she slipped her fingers in her underwear, eyes on him, and switched it on.
"There. That should be enough."
His hands were closing into fists and opening again, his eye twitching. Never had he wanted something so bad in all his life. The way she constantly teased him made him hate her as much as he desired her. What did she really want? Did she just want him to be obsessed with her, to throw away what she believed to be his career, all for one hurried fuck? Is that what got her off, the power she had over men?
"This is my side," she said like he was a fucking idiot. "You go on the other side of the net."
Inuyasha grabbed the red racket and stomped over to the other side, throwing his jacket off along the way. He was going to beat her ass and see her naked, but more importantly, he was going to win.
"In lieu of a coin toss, I'll just let you go first since you're bad at it," she said, casually tossing him a ball.
"I'm not 'bad at it'," he bit out. "I've just never played before."
"Uh huh. Sure."
He served the ball and slammed it down hard, aiming for the left corner since she was a little closer to the right. But Kagome was fast and easily hit the ball back at him, making him scramble to return it. He just barely managed to catch the ball on the metal edge of the racket. Damn, the bitch was fast. The ball hit the net.
"Out!" she cried, laughing a little wildly. "Take off your shirt."
Inuyasha had never been objectified quite like this. Sure, there were women who had a thing for all things demonic and were turned on by parts of him, like his ears, claws, and fangs, and not who he was. But this was different. He felt like a waitress at a truck stop. Begrudgingly, he shrugged out of his shirt.
"Not gonna happen again," he vowed.
She just smiled.
It took her a whole seven minutes, but Kagome got Inuyasha naked in the end. It wouldn't have been quite so embarrassing if he had gotten her at least once, but she was disappointingly fully clothed. Her victory smile twitching, Kagome made her way over to him on unsteady legs. When she was right in front of him, eyes bright, he could see the juices running down her thighs, sparkling in the sun. Suddenly, he couldn't swallow.
"C'mere," Kagome mumbled, pulling him close. "I need—I need to—"
She kissed him and that was when everything fell apart. His arms wrapped around her and he brought her close so she was flush against him, hard cock pressing up against her stomach. Kagome cried out into his mouth and then she was shaking in his arms, trembling so beautifully that he didn't need demon senses to know she had reached her orgasm. Something about holding her while she climaxed made his kiss more tender than passionate and he brought a hand to her head, cradling it and tipped her head back so he could deepen the kiss.
When they finally pulled away, her eyes remained closed and she rested her head on his chest.
"Ready to tell me your name yet? I'll make it worth your while."
"It's Yash. How many times do I gotta tell ya?"
The way Kagome smiled told him he had fucked up somehow. It took him a second to realize what it was. Fuck, but he had dropped character for a moment. He had been Inuyasha with her.
"Yash is cute, but I'd rather scream your real name the next time I come," she purred right into his ear.
"Inuyasha," he blurted out. "Yash is a nickname. My name is Inuyasha."
Kagome rewarded him with another kiss before patting him on the head. "Good boy."
She trotted off back to the house, leaving him alone to dress and grab the rackets and what balls he could find, wondering where the ones between his legs had gone.
When he got back, Kaede was waiting for him.
"The young mistress told me you used a different name on your application."
Inuyasha stammered something out. His inability to speak wasn't due to nervousness, but instead due to an anger so swift and powerful he wanted to gut the old woman and force her to show him where the jewel was. How dare that bitch play with him, try and get him fired.
Kaede waved her hand dismissively. "A nickname's no big deal. We do need your full name for tax and payroll purposes, so I'm glad she got it out of you." Her eye sharpened in a glare. "But remember what I told you. Stay away from her. One more time and you're gone."
"Sorry," he said stiffly.
She sighed. "I know Miss Higurashi can be very persuasive, but you need to believe me that getting mixed up with them is bad luck."
Those words reminded him of what he was really here for. Fuck, but he wished the old hag would just leave him alone about all this. It wasn't like he was going to kill himself over her. He wasn't her daughter.
"I promise I won't spend any unnecessary time with any member of the family."
She nodded once, shoulders relaxing slightly in relief. "Good."
Inuyasha kept his promise. For the rest of the week, he avoided company with both Kagome and her mother, who had started in on him as soon as she realized he wasn't paying attention to her daughter. His new tactic was playing stupid, which kind of made him feel like Amelia Bedelia and upped the chances of him getting tossed out, but at least this way it wasn't as immediate as fucking Kagome would have been. But that would have been such a nicer way to go…
His search for the jewel made no progress. The Sunset Sapphire seemed to be as elusive as it was deadly. The old man never once mentioned it in his ramblings, and when Inuyasha had tried to interrogate him about it as he took him upstairs for his afternoon nap, he just mumbled the names of his son and grandson and something about a fucking curse.
Having to see Kagome all the fucking time and not be alone with her was torturous after that kiss. It was the first time in his life he had masturbated to the memory of a kiss. Feeling and tasting her sweet lips as she came in his arms, body pressed against him. It was so bad that he only allowed himself to remember it once a day, right when he needed relief. Whenever she tried to talk to him or get him alone, he ignored her.
One night at dinner, his purgatory became more complicated.
"Hojo called last night," Kagome announced to the table, though he could tell it was meant for his ears.
"Oh?" her mother said, swirling her wine disinterestedly. "Are you back together?"
"We're going out on his yacht tomorrow to talk things over. He wants to sail for a solid month and I decided to go with him." Without looking at Inuyasha, she held out her glass for a refill. It was her fourth glass of wine that hadn't been watered down in the slightest.
"Be careful," Mrs. Higurashi said. "He likes you a little too much. They all do…" she finished in a murmur.
Inuyasha felt sick when he realized he was one in a string of gods knew how many men simping after her. After she had two more glasses of wine, his duty was done, and he made sure everything was cleaned up and put away for tomorrow.
"Inuyasha, will you help me pack?" Kagome asked, big doe eyes on her feet.
"Sorry, but I promised your grandfather I'd lay out his solitaire cards for him."
It was the worst excuse since all the old man did was stare at the cards, but it was still an excuse, and he clung to it. Kagome stomped off in a huff and he felt proud of himself. At least he was one man she could not conquer.
Later that night in bed, he reminded himself of that and vowed to never again jerk off to her unless he was overwhelmed by the memories. She was leaving. His want for her would fade. Soon, he'd have the jewel, and they would never see each other again.
…Unless he just happened to run into her while in his hanyō form and—
Inuyasha rolled over on his side. He couldn't think like that. It wasn't like she wanted a relationship, just a fling, and he sure as hell didn't want a relationship and didn't even know why the thought had even entered into his mind.
Thoughts along that vein bounced around in his skull until he fell into an uneasy sleep.
The door shut.
"Shhh, Inuyasha," Kagome whispered, locking his door which he definitely remembered locking himself.
"Kagome? What the fuck're you doin' here?" he asked, forgetting to be Yash again. Sitting up, he rubbed his useless human eyes to try and see her better.
She was wearing an overcoat and holding a suitcase. "I wanted to see you before I left. I'm supposed to meet Hojo at the dock in an hour."
It was still pretty dark out, but he guessed the bastard wanted an early start. The idea of her alone on a boat for a whole month with whatever prep school asshat Hojo was made his blood boil.
"You've seen me. Go."
Kagome dropped her bag on the ground and her coat followed.
That first sight of her naked body shook away any hope of sleep for the rest of his life. She was so fucking beautiful, skin glowing satiny in the moonlight. Her hair cascaded down her back and chest. Rosy nipples peeked through the onyx waves and he wanted to kiss them over and over again. All she wore was a pair of thigh-high black stockings.
"Do you still want me to go?"
As if the tent in his sheets didn't answer her question, he growled, "Get over here."
Kagome crawled on the bed and she was almost so sexy that he didn't notice the necklace that rested between her breasts. There was the fucking Shikon Sapphire, and here he was wanting to touch her equally rosy nipples and lips rather than that. It would have been so easy for him to snatch it and run. He almost considered it, the too-visceral way he reacted to her already a foreshadowing to whatever their future would be.
But then she knelt before him between his spread legs and cupped his face in both her hands.
"I like you," she murmured. "You're handsome and strong."
"T-thanks. I like you. You're… Kagome, you're perfect."
Kagome kissed him and he pressed her closer, feeling like a teenage boy in his shy eagerness. Her hands threaded through his hair, fingers teasing his ears like she knew just what he liked already. He groaned into the kiss and broke away, whispering her name and kissing down her neck, her shoulders, her chest. He was so enthralled with her that he didn't even notice when she removed his concealment bracelet.
"I knew it!" she hissed, pushing him away. "You're the half-demon from the news. Inuyasha Taisho."
Before she could leave, he grabbed her wrist. "Are you gonna scream? Are you gonna run? Or are you gonna quit fuckin' teasing me and finish what you started?"
That stubborn hardness in her eyes softened bit by bit, heart-crushing glare turning into something much more preferable.
"I was hoping it was you," she said, the tip of one finger outlining his twitching left ear. "Can I kiss you here?"
No sooner did he nod his consent than she pressed her lips to his ear, making him shudder.
"Kaede and your family will kill me," he groaned as she pushed him on his back.
"Only if they find out," she said in between kisses. "And they'll only find out if you're a crappy lay."
He laughed aloud, the sound turning into a groan when the inside of her stocking-covered thigh rubbed against his erection. Inuyasha dragged his claws slowly up her legs, giving her runs in the no doubt expensive hosiery. Kagome mewled and he turned them over, finally on top of her the way he had dreamed of being for far too long. Her small form fit against him too perfectly and when he looked into her eyes he knew she felt it too.
Inuyasha kissed her again, slowly this time, letting himself feel every little twitch and tingle, smell every sweetly shifting scent. Her breasts were too tempting to ignore, and he took his first taste of her nipples, the pearls more valuable to him than the Sunset Sapphire. Kagome arched her back and parted her legs for him.
His seeking fingers probed her, seeking out her clit. It was there, plump and hard at the apex of her pussy, and he rubbed it until he found a rhythm she liked. Kagome couldn't keep her hands off of him, touching him everywhere and lighting little fires wherever she landed. She didn't say anything about a condom and he didn't have any, so he assumed she was on birth control. Whatever the case, when she grabbed his cock and aligned it with her entrance, he didn't ask any questions.
The first thrust had him seeing stars. Kagome moaned softly and he brushed a thumb over one of her nipples, grateful she had taken his bracelet off because now he could smell how much she wanted him, hear the beat of her heart, see the tiny beads of sweat gather along her brow. He filled her to the hilt and then some, her pussy gripping him just right. Every little sound she made had him twitching inside her and soon he was an uncontrollable force of lust, slamming into her, her hands covering her mouth so no one would hear her cries.
Kagome gave as good as she got, rocking her hips and tilting them up. On one push inside, he hit something that made her shriek. He made sure to do it again, and again, and again. Each time she got wetter and soon he was right there on the edge with her. It had never been like this before. Inuyasha had never felt like this before. Tears ran from Kagome's eyes and down her temples to wet her hair and he kissed the trails. Finally, one of the upward tilting thrusts did it and she clamped down on him so hard he hissed, burying his face in her neck as he came inside her rapidly pulsating pussy. He almost laughed aloud in joy. They were so in sync.
For an endless moment, Inuyasha stayed inside her, cradling her and murmuring words he had never said to anyone else. Kagome kissed him again and again, almost like she was trying to shut him up.
"That was amazing," she whispered, smiling at him with puffy eyes. "Wow. This is going to be so much harder now. I'll really miss you."
His brows raised in confusion. "You're still leaving!?"
She nodded and shifted away from him, sitting up and fixing her hair. "A few minutes ago, Kaede woke up to a note that tells her your real name and how you stole the jewel. The cops are already on their way. Meanwhile, I have a boat waiting for me and an ex-boyfriend to ditch."
Kagome grabbed her coat and bag, the Sunset Sapphire shining wickedly in the dawning light.
"You really are very good," she continued, sounding at least a little apologetic. "I wish we didn't—"
Kagome hit the ground like a ton of bricks, never having anticipated the lamp that he knocked across her head. Quickly, he gathered his things and went through the motions of one of his most hated contingency plans, texting Miroku the details.
By the time he was outside, the van was there waiting for him.
"Took you long enough— Oh shit," Miroku said when Inuyasha entered the van with a girl slumped over his shoulder.
"Just drive."
Sirens sounded and they took off, leaving the cops in the dust.
Thanks to some sedative injections, Kagome didn't open her eyes again until he was safely back at home. He had personally bathed her, dressed her, and cared for her, still acting as a servant for now. She slept peacefully on his own bed. Miroku had taken the jewel and they had been given their cuts. Already, he had enough to retire, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. Not when he had someone to support.
She whimpered, eyes now sensitive to the light. "What the— Where is this? Kaede? Kaede!"
"Hey."
It took a second for her to recognize him, blinking her blurry eyes. When she did, she scrambled away and tried to flee, but the handcuffs held her in place.
"Help!" she screamed, fruitlessly struggling against what bound her.
"Stop that," he said irritably. "No one can hear you. We're more isolated here than we were at your place. And quit tugging at those. They aren't the fuzzy variety and it will break the skin."
Her eyes filled with tears. "What are you going to do with me?" He noticed the change in heartbeat, the shift in scent, the pebbling of her nipples against the scanty garment he had dressed her in.
His explanation was wordless, simply flipping on the television opposite her and letting her watch the news for herself.
"Welcome back to our round-the-clock coverage of the Higurashi Havoc. Here is Channel Nine's helicopter footage of the still-burning mansion. Firefighters are only just now beginning to tame the blaze.
"There were few people there on the morning the fire was started, but all are dead or in critical condition. The only survivor who has regained consciousness is the patriarch himself, Ginzō Higurashi. His claims of a strange dark-haired butler have been dismissed by police as there was no one matching that description among the staff. He has been suffering with Alzheimer's after a stroke four years ago.
"The prime suspect is none other than Kagome Higurashi herself. The party girl has always toed the line of the law, and friends close to the socialite say she had told them she'd recently come into a lot of money and would be free of her family from now on. Sources say she planned to sail to the Bahamas. The police are asking the public's help in bringing her in…"
The news anchor continued, but Inuyasha shut it off. She had seen enough, he judged. Kagome was pale, too shocked to cry.
"M-my family. Did you kill my family?"
Inuyasha shrugged. "Your mom's in a medically induced coma 'cause of all the smoke inhalation. Kaede should be fine eventually and so will her granddaughter. They've already had it made clear to them that Yash never existed and they should never claim otherwise."
The tears finally fell. "Are you going to kill me?"
"I'm not like you people," he said scathingly, walking over to the bed. "The cops are looking everywhere for you, though."
"I-I'm sorry, Inuyasha. I was going to visit you in jail, I promise!" She scooted closer to him. "How can I make it up to you? I'll do anything."
He chuckled. "I have no doubt that you will." Leaning over her, he looked her in the eye, searching her face. Fear, yes. Lust, yes. Something else, something that combined the two, fuck yes. "I guess I could hide you. It would be a pity to lose a pussy this good."
Kagome cried out at his rough and sudden fingering, but the sound was far from pained. "Yes! Fuck my pussy, Inuyasha. No one's fucked me like you."
"I'm gonna need something from you, though."
"Anything!"
He pinched her nipple through the sheer cotton that cupped her breasts peeking out from the black bodice. "Don't fucking interrupt me again. You will be providing a service I never had need for in the past. Your outfit should tip you off."
Confused, Kagome looked down. White covered her breasts, but beyond that it was a frilly black dress cut indecently short with white bows. White thigh high stockings with tiny black bows wrapped around her legs. A fetish maid.
"You bastard!" she seethed, struggling to escape from the handcuffs again. "Inuyasha, you can't do this to me!"
The way she wiggled made her breasts bob enticingly and he stuck his head down, finally giving in to the urge to taste them that he had mostly successfully fought while she had been unconscious. His fangs scraped against the sensitive flesh and she called his name, not nearly as angry as she had been just a second ago.
"I'm the only one who knows where you are and what you didn't do," Inuyasha said. Well, Miroku did, too, but he didn't matter. He was loyal. "If you ever leave without my protection, the law is going to come down on you so hard it will knock every memory of your privileged life right out of your head." He was speaking from experience.
Somehow, he responded to her mouth beckoning for a kiss and she smothered him with her eagerness. Inuyasha didn't want to be fooled as easily as he had been before, but again her scent overwhelmed him and when she wrapped her legs around him, pushing her crotch into his, he knew he was hooked for better or for worse. This was hardly the last shifting of the role of master and servant, but he preferred to fight with her rather than never have her at all.
"Taste me," she whispered, and Inuyasha obeyed, sticking his head under the ruffles of the maid skirts and wondering if he had lost already.