Dissatisfying, a rather mundane word to describe one of Matsui group elites, despite of his promotion at young age, regardless of the achievements he had attained. If one ever discussed about him with the head of Matsui Enterprise, ever talked about his projects and contributions within the corporation, probably one word that would always cling to his impression of Shiba Tomoya was dissatisfying.

"Yuasa could do it better." It was his answer, every time Shiba tried to find out the reason of his dismissal from a project. Something that always got in his nerves and awoken his sense of rivalry, was because of the unsaid explanation of his wrongdoings, if he ever had any, which led him to face such sudden decisions where his fellow butler's name always came up.

Starting out as advisor in one of Matsui Enterprise's branch companies, unlike Yuasa, it didn't take decades for Shiba to get into the row of Matsui's elites where influential group leaders gathered in. At first he thought the Matsui Chief had finally recognized his talent and dedication to the group that he got promoted much faster than the others, which was the reason he always got envious stares from the fellow elites. But he started feeling his downfall when almost everything he did, resulting in removal of his name in big projects, returning the position to the aforementioned butler. Not only the discharges, but Shiba also felt like going back to the beginning, where he was to be collector of the Matsui's underworld empire. To him, it almost felt like he had lost Matsui Chief's trust that he was only being put in charge of Matsui Enterprise's dirty business.

The Aichi Power Supply Project was his climax point of no return of his grudge towards Yuasa Hiroshi. Shiba knew Yuasa was superior in every way, every part of his career. He knew he could never surpass the old man regardless of seniority. But the way things going which had given him false hope countless times, made him believe that defeating Yuasa was the only way to keep his position at the top of the food chain. It was almost like a miracle when he was assigned together with Yuasa, to seek the lost daughter of the head of Matsui Enterprise. Shiba finally found his chance to counterattack when he accidentally overheard the phone conversation between his rival and the target who he didn't know exists, the escaped heiress, Matsui Rena.

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Among the usual necessities normal human needs, sleep was the only thing Matsui Rena lacked the most. Ever since she had the unsettling phone conversation with her butler, to be able to close her eyes for one or two hours was already so much to be grateful for. As if not enough torture already; whenever she finally closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, her subconscious wouldn't stop inviting a certain face to her dream. Face that she would rather to cease to exist, at least from her nightmares. So she would be able to sleep in peace though just for a while.

It's been two days since Matsui Jurina left the flat, yet it felt like decades for the heiress. Not like she hadn't gotten used to the escort's life, in fact it was the opposite. Just when she started to get used to it, her old hidden fear came to surface and she wanted nothing more than the younger girl's presence. She might not be dumb but she felt stupid to even handle the concealed truth Jurina was leaving behind, something which she liked it or not, had to be uncovered.

Rena remained seated on the bed, clutching the pillow tight as if not letting go. She kept questioning and second-guessing to the point it sickened her. If Jurina was here, standing before her eyes, would she be able to do so? Would she be able to question her? More importantly, should she remain silent or to speak up about it? If she chose the latter, how would she do it? Confronting Jurina or searching for any evidence of her past? Despite being the truth or not, Rena knew that any choice she take would be hurting one or both of them in the end.

If Jurina wasn't the culprit Yuasa talked about, then confronting means uncovering the fact that Rena was hiding her contact with the butler all along without the younger girl knowing. This would sadden Jurina for sure because she would think Rena had been deceiving her all along. Then if she chose to be silent, not doing anything, pretending there was nothing, the younger Matsui wouldn't be hurt while she secretly dug into the girl's past. Though this option sounded plausible, she thought it would be the same as deceiving Jurina as well and eventually they both would be upset with whatever results coming. It was inevitable.

Just when she thought her tears were dried that she wasn't able to cry anymore, Rena felt the pillow gradually wet by her droplets. Though soon it died, leaving her with emptiness, the haunting train of thoughts still smudged her concentration that she didn't realize someone just made their way into the flat.

There, a certain face that's always in her nightmares stared back at her when she's looking up.

"…You home."

"Hey."

Everything about the murder case and Yuasa's warnings suddenly drifted off somewhere by something unknown. Rena didn't even care, let alone remember, the time she saw Jurina's face. Her attention fully drawn into the younger being, she sensed something unsettling was happening.

"Are you okay?"

Jurina smiled. More like attempted to. Seeing that the older Matsui had the worried look on her face, she felt it's a sin to make Rena making face like that. But no matter how hard she tried to conceal her true emotions and go back to her sassy self, somehow Matsui Rena was always able to read her pain.

"I guess…" Jurina thought there was no use lying. She dropped herself to the bed, next to Rena. Resting her back a little gave her a peaceful feeling. Of all beds she had slept in, from cheap inn to the luxurious penthouse, she found the bed in her flat, though somewhat hard and tight fit, was the most comfortable one. Jurina never felt that until recently, when Rena came and becomes the constant occupant of it. Maybe it was because the bed became happier it had a dweller or maybe, Jurina felt the most comfortable lying down beside the heiress.

Rena got up from the bed. Jurina silently observed the heiress' back when Rena made her way towards the fridge. A beautiful and lean back she always admired, shown through the rather translucent night gown. The porcelain skin was inviting to touch. Though this sounded evil, Jurina glad she's always successful at making Rena wear her relatively revealing choices, even if she got the protests and frowns in return. There's this pleasant feeling of knowing that she was the only one who was able to see, and she wanted to keep it that way. Jurina hated the idea of others looking at Rena, let alone touching and imagining things just like she did. She wanted the heiress for herself. Though she didn't know where the domineering desire was coming from, every time Jurina was around Rena, she found herself weird.

"Your face almost loses its color. Here, have a drink." Rena came with a glass of water in hand. Realizing her throat was as desiccated as desert, Jurina drank it in deep gulps. The fresh water had effectively rejuvenated her mind. However, the previous worried look had returned to the heiress' face.

"Want to eat something?"

"No, I'm fine."

Rena examined the charming woman before her. Jurina looked even skinnier compared to the first time she bumped into her in an alley. She wondered if the escort often skipped meals, apart from the ones they usually had together, considering that she spent most of the time outside. If not, perhaps an escort job is really a tiring one, Rena could only wonder.

"Worrying about me?" a sudden question snapped Rena from her reverie. The heiress instantly blushed knowing Jurina caught her staring at her body for a considerable while.

"Wha-no, I mean yes. Can't I?"

Jurina only laughed. It's always joy to see the older Matsui went red like that.

"Thank you. I like it though."

Rena's brows furrowed.

"You like making people worry?"

"What, no!" Jurina put the glass down and stood up, taking the heiress' hand and pulled her closer. The second their skins touched each other, Rena's heartbeat fastened. She's not good at this. In fact, she never was, when it comes to being around the escort. Rena chose to close her eyes and winced when Jurina's face drew near, about to kiss her. Or so she thought.

"I like it because it's you."

Rena's eyes snapped open when she felt a breath of words in her ear, followed by a playful grin when she faced the culprit.

"You thought I was going to kiss you, eh?"

Jurina's teasing words pierced where it hurts the most since she was stating the truth. Rena's face couldn't be redder as now when the younger Matsui started to laugh again. Ignoring the embarrassment, though the heiress glad Jurina went back to herself, she still wanted to know what's troubling the escort earlier. It was clearly a face Jurina never showed in her life, as if saying her deepest grief of all times. There was mixture of regret, anguish, everything that looked in a face of a person who's giving up of her life and wants nothing more than peaceful death. Even so, the laugh seemed real, as if there's still happiness remained. Just how much had the escort been through in her life, that everything could be so well hidden under the feisty and gleeful aura. Once again, Rena could only wonder.

Jurina sat back on the bed, the laugh had died down but the mischievous grin still there. She grabbed Rena's hand, examining it thoroughly. The grin faltered into a genuine smile as she spoke,

"You know, I always wanted to say this; no matter how I look at it, your hands look like a guy's."

"What?"

"Look at these veins and muscles. If only you did some manicure here it would be pretty."

"But I'm not-"

"Yeah, I know. You're not doing those things. And I don't think I'd like if you do so." Jurina lifted Rena's hands and kissed them both.

"Because you're perfect like this."

It would be silly for her to look at the ceiling but that's what Rena wanted to do the most right now. Being around Jurina this close was already enough to make her wanted to crawl into a hole, let alone being treated like this. How she wanted to return the affection greatly. But as if petrified, she only stood there and flustered, holding back at anything. She didn't know what would happen if she lost herself.

"You always look scared when I touch you."

Jurina brushes Rena's hair lightly with her fingers. She adored everything about the heiress; the porcelain skin, the soft raven hair, even the mismatched brown eyes. Those orbs somehow felt familiar in Jurina's reminiscence, as if she had met someone with the same eyes before. However, she didn't remember whose they were though she had dug far to her deepest memories.

"Do I scare you?"

Rena shook her head lightly. She tried to keep her eyes on Jurina but the urge to avert them away was getting bigger. She didn't know how far longer she could hold it, before fainting or something. The longer she looked at Jurina, the closer she wanted to get, the bigger the longing for the escort's embrace she's feeling. However, looking how things were going, she knew this wouldn't end soon.

When Jurina was about to pull the heiress closer, her palm came across the pillow Rena had been hugging earlier. She felt the surface was drenched. Examining it, she was almost sure it was form of tears. Had Rena been crying on it?

"Rena were you cryi-hmm!"

She felt a force pushed her backwards, along with something moist danced on her lips. It was brief and once the velvet pair lost contact with hers, Jurina opened her eyes. There, she saw Matsui Rena, sitting on her stomach, hovering over her. Rena's hair fell on each side like a curtain, her scent overpowered Jurina's senses.

"…Rena?" Jurina's breath caught in her throat as she had never seen the heiress like this before. When she was about to say more, Rena's lips slammed back onto hers, silencing her, as if not letting Jurina to speak a single word.

"I want you…"

Jurina's eyes widened. In the heiress' voice was a hint of desperation…of her? Not like the last time, it was daylight and she could unmistakably see desire in her eyes. In fact, everything in Rena right now screaming desperately of Jurina. The way she talked, the way she touched, the way she kissed her earlier…

"Do you miss me?" Jurina smiled. Never had she felt this content before, knowing that the other girl also desired her as much as herself to Rena. She had always thought it was kind of one-sided since Rena seemed only to receive her affection without wanting to give back. Moreover, Jurina never really knew what the other Matsui was feeling, let alone knowing who she was to Rena.

"Don't go."

And Jurina didn't.

Unlike last time, Jurina was given no chance to touch the older girl since both of her arms pinned down above her head. In this light, Rena could clearly witness just how much Jurina also wanted her. The flushed cheeks, the darkened eyes, and also the way Jurina contorted her body against her. Her another free hand brushed strays of hair that covered the escort's face, the result of their rough making out earlier. Rena noticed Jurina's hair was different than the first time they met. It was longer, surpassing the shoulder and she had no more the forelocks which making her look more mature now.

The time she finally let the younger girl's arms free when she was about to strip Jurina off her white sweater. It was apparently a mistake since Jurina took chance of this and flipped Rena over, making the older girl helpless in her arms.

Swiftly, the escort's experienced hands traveled to reach the edge of the nightgown and pulled up above Rena's head, leaving her only in underwear. Feeling unfair that she was preceded by the younger girl, Rena tried to reverse the position again. Her attempt was failed when she knew Jurina's stronger than her. Instead, she was turned over so that she was lying on her stomach, her back faced Jurina. In a moment or two, Jurina had successfully stripped her bare, completely exposed to the escort to see.

The trembling exhales escalated into passionate sighs as Jurina started raining her back with kisses all over, leaving no room without the imprints. Each kiss left the hairs rise, made Rena beg the younger girl to stop the tease. When she thought it couldn't get any worse, Jurina bit down on the succulent flesh, not too rough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. She brushed aside Rena's hair to reveal her neck and began kissing it downwards to her shoulders. Rena couldn't help but to squirm and give in Jurina's arms. She never knew her back would be this sensitive to make her really turned on in few minutes.

"Jurina…stop, please…"

Hearing the plea, Jurina paused her movement. Afraid that she might have hurt her dearest heiress, her palm caressed the pale skin fondly, which now was full of bite marks Jurina had left beforehand.

"I'm sorry, did it hurt?"

"No, it's not that…" Rena turned over, returning to facing the escort. Since then she only felt Jurina's breaths, touches, kisses and whispers without being able to see her face. Once their eyes met, Rena witnessed there was only possessive desire in Jurina's eyes that made her body weak in an instant and she wanted nothing more than to be taken over completely by the escort. However, there's a pressing situation to attend to where she had to suppress her selfishness in the meantime.

"I want to make you feel good too but…"

"But?"

Rena seemed hesitate to continue her words but Jurina's piercing stare forced her to anyway.

"But I don't know how…"

Jurina smiled. Since words failing them both, she let actions take over. She retreated from Rena's body and once again reversed the position, going back to the beginning.

"Just do it. I believe in you." Jurina lay comfortably on the bed, staring at the naked heiress above her while realizing she was still fully clothed. For this matter, she indeed realized she was always a little bit dominating. Rena's beauty sometimes overwhelmed her to the point that she wanted to take her over completely.

Rena then slipped her hands underneath the sweater, feeling the stomach. She really loved how it feels to touch, strong and sturdy muscles awaited beneath the clothing. Without wasting time, she guided the younger Matsui to sit and pulled the sweater above her head. One by one, she began discarding the barriers on Jurina's body that keep her from being one with the escort. Tossing them aside, she pushed Jurina to resume to her submissive state.

Seeing the younger girl at her vulnerable state, Rena's true desire somehow awakened. She leaned forward, hovering over Jurina and began ruffling her hair softly while kissing her forehead. While Jurina loved to assault her sensitive body parts, Rena was more into passionate exploration of the escort's body, discovering and understanding her progressively as well as becoming one affinity.

Upon leaving the forehead, Rena descended to her cheeks, giving them a soft kiss which replied with a chuckle by the girl underneath. Jurina tucked Rena's hair to her ear before the older girl leaned down and kissed her on the lips. They moved slowly, tasting each other's velvet pair, almost like a dance between two.

Jurina started to whine when Rena's tongue journeyed to her ears. At first it was a light hum but it turned into gasps when the heiress bit down her earlobe, tenderly so it wouldn't break the skin and bleed. The combination of hot breaths, the rhythmic bites, and some sweet whispers, all were successfully made Jurina's eyes fluttered in bliss. Just like herself, Rena acknowledged one of Jurina's weaknesses was in her ears.

Rena felt a grab on her shoulders when she descended to her neck and shoulders. In the beginning she thought she hurt Jurina but when she heard the whimpers but when she stopped to check her condition, the escort just gave a stare that plead her to continue. The grip on her shoulders however, got even stronger when her lips traveled downwards, to her modest breasts.

This time, Rena let her hands to play. While she remembered how great the pleasure Jurina gave, she intended to do the same. But this time was different, she did it deliberately, leisurely massaged the mounds and gently nipping the hardened buds. Jurina started to let out audible moans, not noisy ones but loud enough to convince Rena the escort was feeling amazing from the friction.

The way the girl under her twisted her body against her, Rena knew she was doing the right thing. She retreated for a moment only to see plea in Jurina's eyes, obviously yearning for more.

Jurina herself didn't believe Rena could made her feel this way before, every inch her body was touched was burned in desired, always grinding for more. Yet Rena did everything softly, as if torturing her. Jurina didn't protest nor dislike the way Rena pleased her; it's just everything Rena did was more and more pushing her to her peak even when the heiress hadn't gone where she wanted to be touched the most.

"Please…"

Rena felt a movement around her thigh, it was appeared to be Jurina grinded her lower body to hers, desiring for more contact. With a single nod, Rena pushed forward her thigh to meet with Jurina's ache. The younger Matsui whimpered at the action, needing more. After several pushes, Jurina's hand suddenly grabbed the heiress' hand,

"Wait, s-stop…"

"What's wrong?"

"It hurts when you do it like that. Push your body instead of your thigh…" Jurina adjusted herself to Rena's thigh. This time, Rena listened to the escort and pushed her body forwards and backwards; making sure the tip of the knee wouldn't touch her nether region again while keeping up her pace. While doing this however, she observed Jurina's expression to reassure she was doing it right.

At first Jurina closed her eyes, trying to get used to the new pleasure within. Then her breath started to get rapid and shallow as Rena picked up the pace. After several more pushes, she began gripping the sheets and her whimpers became louder. In this second, unfortunately, Rena felt a fatigue and she slowed to stop gradually, much a disappointment to the younger girl.

"Let's feel good together…" Jurina took Rena's right hand and placed it on her entrance while she did the same to Rena's own. The escort rubbed the bundle of nerves slightly and this action emitted a loud cry from the woman above. Imitating the other girl, Rena intended to do the same. However, she stroked it wrongly and resulted with Jurina winced in pain.

"Wait, Rena-chan…" Jurina took out her hand and positioned Rena's own hand on her own entrance.

"Touch yourself." Rena felt a bit strange with her own hand touching her own glory; the escort patiently guided the heiress' hand to feel the right lump on the surface.

"There, you feel it?" Jurina asked again softly, this time Rena nodded, her face flushed in red. The escort went upwards to kiss Rena, calming her, "There's no need to be shy, you need to learn your own body too." Jurina smiled.

They began stroking each other, slowly but sure. Rena still slipped a few times but she was getting better and once she got herself together, she leaned down to kiss the escort again. When they had steadied their pace, their gasps and whimpers mixed into their escalated kisses. At this rate, Rena's body weakened, both from fatigue and the overwhelming pleasure, she could no more going on all fours so she dropped her body on top of Jurina, unlike the last time, this time it was her weighing Jurina. However the escort didn't seem to mind it and they kept going, pushing each other to their peak.

The sweat on their bodies made the scene tremendously breathtaking; their moans calling each other, their limbs tangled to each other, forming a beautiful dance of expressing affection towards each other, in ways that words could not.

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