Part 1. Sacrifice Isn't Something to Regret
When I wake up, I see Arata in front of our closet, putting clothes into his luggage. My heart breaks. My first thought is that he knows. He knows what I did last night and now he leaves me for betraying him.
"Arata...wait." I try to convince myself that I can still fix this.
He turns around with a smile on his face. Standing up from his pile of clothes, he slowly walks over to me.
Okay, wait. Something doesn't fit my first suspicion here. My next thought is that he already knew everything from the beginning. He lies to me. Asami pays him to be with me. Maybe even to spy and control me. And this thought doesn't make me feeling any better than the previous one. I can feel nausea creeps up from the deep of my stomach.
But he simply sits in front of me and kisses my lips gently. "Good morning, Aki, love," he says while brushing one of my stubborn bangs that covers my eye. I don't need to mention that I am speechless.
"Asami-sama told me that you didn't feel well last night so he arranged that you can leave early," he continues. I keep silent. I don't know what Asami told him and I don't want to ruin everything by blabbing. "We should thank him later. I am sorry I didn't notice it earlier. But he is so kind to help you. It seems he really admires your photos. But it is enough about him. Do you feel better already?" he asks me softly. His hand keeps rubbing my lower back in an effort to sooth me. I don't know what to say. 'Sweet Arata, you don't know how much your great Asami-sama helped me last night.'?
"Yes," I murmur. "What time is it now? And why do you pack? When do you arrive at home?" I can't keep from shooting my questions.
He chuckles, "Well, I can see that you feel well already. And to answer your question, it is 7 in the morning. I just arrived home at 5AM, I needed to go to office straight away from the party to make all the necessary arrangement before going back home to pack. That is why I really appreciate Asami-sama's help to send you back here," he pauses for a moment before he continues excitedly, "Asami-sama sealed the deal with my company last night. He said he was suddenly convinced that my company and I could improve his business. My boss was so ecstatic when I informed him. I swear he mentioned 'promotion' at least 4 times to me. Now I am leaving to Europe for a few weeks to handle one of Asami-sama's businesses there. I leave a note with my hotel details and phone number that you can contact."
There is so much information to process at once and I don't know where to start. "A few weeks? But we have dinner with your family this Saturday." Great, out of all the questions that are already on the tip of my tongue, I ask the most trivial one.
"I know," he puts more butterfly kisses along my jaw. Remembering how Asami sucks my neck just last night, I abruptly push him away. Arata takes my action as a sign of anger due to his sudden leaving to Europe, though, because he continues, "I know you don't like it when I suddenly need to go for a long time. I don't want to. But I have to do this. Asami-sama's approval last night means we are getting closer to our dream. We just need to endure it a bit longer. I am sure you can handle my family. Sometimes I think they even love you more than me." He laughs vibrantly. I am at loss of words.
I can't believe this. My poor boyfriend doesn't know anything. Asami hides it from him. And that bastard hooks my boyfriend through his company with this stupid business projects. Just like a fish, my boyfriend happily took the bait. I don't know whether I need to feel relieved or mad.
Does the bastard think he can lead me through my naive boyfriend around, ask me to do whatever he wants me to do, like a stupid dog doing any tricks his master commands to get a treat as its reward? Wait. Didn't he said something about a dog? What was it? I shake my head slowly. I can't remember anything after the mind-blowing orgasm last night.
I softly snort when I rewind what Arata told me just now in my mind. Asami said, he was 'suddenly convinced'? Convinced by what? My moan? My cum? It is clear as the day that this business projects are merely a trap to bind me to him. Asami doesn't 'suddenly convinced'. All his actions have been calculated long beforehand. It is clearly bullshits. And Arata is way too blinded with success that he believes Asami's blatant lies.
Arata takes a quick look at his watch before he says, "I am very sorry, Aki. But I am late already. I will contact you as soon as possible, okay?" He kisses me quickly on my lips. Then he stands, brushes my hair one last time, and grabs his luggage.
"I love you, Aki."
Staring at him like a complete idiot I am, I absentmindedly answer him, "I love you, too. "
I explain to the editors who call me that I am sick and need a rest. In fact, I just need to sort my thought. And being alone helps. Kou and Takato call me several times during that period, asking me to go out with them. I told them that I don't feel well. They laughs, teasing me that it is because Arata is away for a few weeks that I feel sick missing him. I laugh with them.
Asami send me a message on the first day. He asks how do I feel. Whether I am okay or not. Whether MY BODY is okay or not. I ignore him. I am so mad at him. But moreover, I am mad at myself for reacting so strongly at his stupid message. It looks like my body doesn't get the memo that the bastard just practically blackmails me into doing whatever he wants. Instead, I can feel my traitorous body starts to get aroused at the first prospect of having another rendezvous with the bastard. How on earth one fucking text message makes my cock half-erect in less than 5 seconds, I totally have no idea. There must be a scientific name for this kind of syndrome, though. Fortunately for me, Asami doesn't send anymore message after that. I don't think my sanity can stand more of his message.
Arata calls me every night. Our conversations always fill me with guilt. I feel really bad to hide the truth from him. I consider the possibility to explain everything through phone. But it just seems rude. This is something we need to discuss face to face. IF I ever decide to talk to him about this. Besides, he sounds so excited with this new project and opportunity, I don't have the heart to break his illusion. So, I decide to wait.
Saturday comes and I go by myself to Arata's family house. I bring his nephews and niece's favorites food. His family is larger than mine; his mother, father, older sister, 2 young nephews and 1 baby niece. His sister's husband left her with debt when she is pregnant with Arata's baby niece. It was around the time he meet me. She works now and his father helps to pay the debt as well, but it is just not enough. The debt is too much. Luckily Arata's income is quite stable for the last few years and he supports his family a lot. His care with his family is one of the reason I love him so much.
His mother welcomes me as she opens the door. Sadness and stress makes her ages faster, and lately she starts getting sick often. I am really worried about her like I will to my own mother. As she hugs me tight, I tease her, "You will choke me to death at this rate, Aiko-san."
With a smile on her face, she replies, "It is 'mother', Aki. I see you as my own son, already. I hope you can see me as your own mother as well."
Her words that usually warm me up, now stab me directly at the most sensitive part of my heart. But I force myself to smile and answer, "Thank you, mother."
All Arata's nephews and nieces run downstairs after that. Once they see me, they jump towards me. Each one asks for my attention. His father waves at me from the living room while his sister is busy at the kitchen. I come to the kitchen with the food that I bring. Mariko kisses me on the cheek before pushing me away to the living room. She can handle the cooking and let the guest of honor enjoys the night, she said.
I know I am lucky. It is not often a family welcomes their son's boyfriend so openly. In fact, I am sure it is quite rare not only in Japan but also in most Asian country. But Arata's family welcomes me with open hands. And for that, I feel so thankful. Sometimes, I think, their horrible experience with his sister's husband helps them to accept our relationship easier.
All the way during the dinner, I can't help but ponder that somehow I have cheated not only to Arata, but also to his family. It makes me feel really bad. But at the same time, I also realized that a small part of me feel relief to meet Asami again. For whatever reason it may be, I feel really alive after all these years. It is so confusing and I am not the type who dwells too much in self-pity, so I decide to put it aside. What will be will be.
On my way out after the dinner, Aiko-san stops me in front of the door.
"Thank you, Aki. We are really grateful for you being Arata's partner. He changes since he met you. I see that he now knows his purpose in life. Before it seems like he was lost, working hard without any meaning. He also cares more with his family. It is all thanks to you. I know it is hard for you that he has so little time left, especially since now he will need to focus on his big projects. But trust me that he does that for your future together. He always wants to make you happy. So, stay with him, okay? Please, Aki, this is my only request."
I choke. I blink my eyes several times to push my tears back. I don't know what to say or what to do. If I talk, I feel like I will break down in front of her and tell her all the hard truth that will just break her heart. And she already has enough in her plate without having to grief on mine. So I just nod.
I don't really remember how I get home. My body just moves automatically since my brain refuses to do its work properly. If I let my brain think, even for a second, it will only think about all the unhappiness. And right now, I don't have the time or the energy to sink deeper in misery.
The first thing I do when I arrive at home is to call Arata. He answers my phone at the third rings.
"What will happen if you give up those projects?" I abruptly ask him without saying hello.
He is silent for a while before his soothing voice answers me softly, "Oh Aki, I am very sorry to leave you alone for a long time. But we both know I can't lose these projects. It is a big opportunity for the company. Ruining this opportunity is a direct ticket to lose my job. And with my family situation, I can't afford to lose my job."
'No, it is not being alone that I have a problem with!' I want to scream to him. But then, he will ask for more explanation and what can I say to him? There are too many secrets I don't even know where to start. One secret just lead to another, it is like an infinite loop.
"I can help to support your family. My income from freelancing is doing very well lately," I try to argue.
I can hear him sighs. "Aki, I can't burden you with my family issue. Besides, your freelancing job is not that stable as well. Please, Aki, I never complain about your job before. No matter how far you go or how long you leave. I know that it is your dream, your passion. Could I ask you to do the same for me?"
And I just don't have the answer for that because what he said is simply the truth. Never once he stops me from chasing any picture. Nor he complains when I can't contact him in any way for weeks or even months due to limited phone coverage and Internet connection. He always supports my dreams, always being so understanding about my passion. I decide that the least I could do is to support him now.
It is just 5 minutes after I end my call when I hear my front door bell rings. It is Kirishima. I start to think that Asami has bugged my apartment without me knowing. How else does the bastard know that it is the perfect time to break my last resistance?
"Asami-sama wants your presence, Takaba-sama. Just bring some clothes, for now. You can always get more later. Don't worry; everything has been arranged. I personally will make sure that Takagi-san," his tone when mentioning Arata's name somehow betrays his politeness in addressing Arata "-will have enough things to keep him busy somewhere as long as it is needed. I do hope, however, you don't make this more difficult than it should be."
"Please be honest with me, Kirishima-san, did he plan everything from the beginning?"
Kirishima looks hesitate for a moment, before answering my question carefully, "No, he didn't. You met this Takagi boy by pure coincidence. Neither did Asami-sama influence him in any way. But he does receive a daily report about your life. When you left, your condition was," he sighs, " unsettling. He was deeply worried about you but he understood that you needed a break for a while. When Takagi came, he saw an opportunity. A way to give you what you needed so he let you keep this brat."
I know that he is being totally honest with me. He doesn't even bother to address Arata politely anymore. And for some very twisted reason that I immediately put aside for further thinking later, knowing that Asami still cares for me after all these year does make me flutter inside. I already admit the last time I met him that I am his. But it doesn't mean I have to agree with his sick way of doing things without any concern to those who will get hurt. So I just stand there staring back at Kirishima. A few minutes pass and it seems he finally realize that I won't move anytime soon. He sighs like he got so many more important things to do than explaining such a basic thing to an unreasonable brat.
"I always like you, Takaba-sama. You are," he pauses as if he tries to find the best way to say it, "different from the others. You are honest and you don't seek for wealth or power from Asami-sama. So I will give you this piece of advice. Asami-sama is the king, and the king takes what he wants. You can play along and survive or fight it and lose everything. The choice is yours, but from what I overheard during your last, " he takes a deep breath before continue, "meeting with Asami-sama, I assume that you approve of this arrangement already."
I snicker at his words.
"What?" he asks me with a frown.
I shake my head, "Nah, somehow your words reminds me about this TV series. There is this king who always takes what he wants. He also likes to enjoy his whores with his personal guard just outside the door, you know, able to hear everything. He ends up being murdered by his queen, who apparently has an incest affair with her own twin brother, the King's personal guard. Kinda complicated to explain. You need to watch it yourself. A lot of sacrifices and deaths and betrayals and murders, I am sure you will like it. Do you watch any series, Kirishima-san?" When he, in return, just stares at me with a harden expression since he heard the words 'being murdered', I laugh cynically, "Of course not. Give me a few minutes, will you? Let me change my clothes and pack my things so I can satisfy the king."
Part 2. Ignorance Is Bliss
Asami's penthouse looks exactly like how it is when I left. As I open the door to my smaller room, I notice that the room stays the same except for my camera case that I brought with me when I moved out and the fresh new bed sheet. Everything is clean, but inside the bin, I can see some crumpled failed photos that I threw there three years back before I went against his strict order to stay at home and ended in Russia. Receipts that I don't even remember anymore are scattered on my desk. My photos with my friends and family are still at the same place on my desk. Even my grocery lists that I stick into the board beside my bed are still intact. It is as if I had never leave in the first place.
It freaks me out a bit, actually. I feel like I am inside some movies about psychotic parents that can't accept their son's death so they keep his room the same way while kidnapping other boys who look similar just to kill them brutally. I chuckle at the thought. This is the normal world, Aki, not some cruel horror movie with cliché story.
I check every room leisurely; leaving Kirishima briefs a man I have never met before in the living room. The guard that is appointed for tonight, I guess. When I come back, Kirishima is alone, waiting patiently for me.
"He doesn't live here, does he?" My tone is flat as I confirm my suspicion since I first step back into this place.
Kirishima just turns at me and stares back blankly as if he doesn't understand human language.
"Oh please. Don't bother to pretend. I had lived with him for years. Do you think I am that stupid I can't see the difference?" When the man just keeps his silence, I roll my eyes and wave my hand around the living room, "The scent of this place is wrong. I can't smell his cologne or cigarettes anywhere. Not even in the main bedroom. And God knows how much he likes to smoke after sex."
Kirishima raises his eyebrow with an expression that I translate as, 'Are you a dog now?'. But he doesn't say anything, so I continue as I count aloud all the reasons with my fingers, "There is not even a bottle of his favorite shampoo in his bathroom, and I know he will complain endlessly every time it happens. I can't find his ridiculously expensive whiskey in the kitchen. In fact, there is no liquor at all here. It is normal if there is no food, but alcohol? How can the man survive without it? I can list more if you want, but the point is the same. I know he doesn't live here." I cross my arms in front of my chest and stare back at Kirishima defiantly, challenging him to deny my notion.
But Kirishima just shrugs his shoulders and say, "Indeed, he doesn't."
I wait for more, but when nothing comes out from Asami's right hand man, I push further, "So, where does he stay until now? With his other lovers at his other penthouses? "
But Kirishima ignores my question. He turns toward the kitchen as he explains, "You can use whatever you need here, as you must already know. Asami-sama plans to come here tonight. I am sure-"
I grab his arm though I fail to turn him towards me. Damn, what is wrong with these people? How come they become so strong? Kirishima slowly turns to face me. He is taller than me so I look up at him.
"Please, Kirishima. I need to know what will happen to me. Will he stay here with me when I am available and then go back to his other lovers when I am not around? Am I just one of his whore that he bought with my boyfriend's job? Is that how this is going to be?" I know I sound desperate, but I can't help to hide the doubt and skepticism that pool in my stomach since I put my feet back in this place.
Kirishima gently removes my hands from his arms. I can see that he feels uncomfortable with my questions as his body stiffens. His voice seems cold to me when he says, "I am afraid, you need to ask him the details yourself, Takaba-sama. This is not something an outsider like me should be involved in."
His answer makes me sink even deeper into doubt and guilt and a hundred others unpleasant feelings that has became familiar to me in these few days. He must be able to see it in my face though because with a softer tone he clarifies, "He won't do something so complicated and troublesome like what he does for you if it is for a whore, Takaba-sama. As I said, you are different."
And with those words, he leaves me alone.
I heard Asami opens the front door around 2am in the morning. When he enters the living room, I automatically come to him and held out my hand for him, ready for our standard ritual years a go. He looks at me for a moment before he quietly puts his shoes away and gives his bag into my waiting hand. I place a kiss on his broad back gently while helping him to take off his coat and whisper softly, "Welcome back." He literally freezes for a few long seconds with his back towards me. Then I heard him murmurs, "I am home." Is it a slight hint of sadness that I heard in Asami's voice?
But when he turns around to kiss my forehead, it is his annoying smirk that lit up his face. I snort. I must be an idiot for even thinking to put 'sadness' and 'Asami' in the same sentence. Obediently, I hang his coat in the closet. As I follow him into the main bedroom, I explain, "Kirishima said you have dinner already. So, I didn't make you anything. Besides, you don't have any food here. I will do grocery shopping tomorrow. Is there anything specific you want to eat?"
Looking at me through the mirror, he shakes his head, "Anything will do."
I watch him taking off his cuffs and then slowly unbuttoning his own shirt. My heart rate speeds up when my gaze falls into the image of his solid chest reflected on the mirror. I look away and take a deep breath to calm myself. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. See, Aki, you can do it if you put your mind into it.
My attention snaps back to him when he throws his clothes in the general direction of the dirty laundry basket. And misses it, of course. I guess, some things are meant to never change. Smiling to myself, I gather his clothes that are scattered around the basket, and put everything inside.
When he hugs me from behind after that, I wait for the guilt and anger to fill my whole body like how it was for the past few days. But none comes. Instead, I feel so relaxed and safe inside his strong arms. It just doesn't make any sense. I should feel mad at him. I should feel guilty at Arata. I should hate myself. But I have had enough of unpleasant emotion for days that I welcome the contented feelings that overwhelms me now. My guilt for Arata, my anger with him, my doubt with myself; the more time I spend with Asami, the more all of those unhappy thoughts fade away into the background until none of that matters anymore. So, I lay my head back on his muscular chest and close my eyes to savor the moment.
He lazily licks my right earlobe and I gave a low moan of longing. I can feel his smile on my neck as he rewards my reaction with a hard suck on my neck. He always loves my aroused voice. It is a huge turn on for him when I loudly express my appreciation to his sexual advances.
But when he keeps sucking my jawline and I know it will leave a noticeable mark by tomorrow, I struggle to get out of his arms. He grabs my wrists in a bruising grip and, very roughly, jerks me back to him. His face is only a few inches apart from mine and I can feel his heavy and rapid breath. His cock is hard as steel on my stomach. It looks like my struggle just aroused him more. Not that I am not hard myself.
"Asami, people will see it," Looking at anything but him, I tell him through my gritted teeth.
He seizes my stiff cock and grins at me. "But you like it when I do it rough. You love my marks on you and the pleasurable pain that only I can give you. Stop denying it."
When I refuse to look back at him or say anything else, he yanks my pants and undies down. Bending me over the king-sized bed, he exposes my full ass in the air. My heart beats wildly in anticipation for what he will do to me. Whatever it is, I am sure it will be painful. So when I feel his warm and wet tongue makes its way along the crease of my ass, I gasp from the shock. He licks the outer ring of my back before he thrust his tongue as deep as he can. Shouting his name loudly mixed with various incoherent sounds, I arch my body and spread my legs wider to give him more access. He chuckles at my reaction. But, thanks all the gods, he keeps licking, rimming, thrusting his skillful tongue into me. I may kill him on the spot should he stops.
Pre-cum leaks from my cock. It is so good. In fact, it feels amazingly good I feel I can come from his tongue alone. The overwhelming sensation is just too much to handle. My cock is very hard that it starts to hurt. I shouldn't have any problem with coming. And I want to come. But, apparently, I can't. Frustration brings tears into my eyes and I try to lower my hips so I can have more friction with the bed. But he holds me firmly in place.
"Asami...I...I can't. I can't take it anymore." I start sobbing.
He laughs at my desperation. "I can continue being gentle for hours, Akihito, and trust me, it won't be enough for you to come. Why can't you see by now that the only way you can reach those mind-blowing orgasms is by accepting whatever I give you?"
He continues teasing me very slowly as if he has all the time in the world. God, this is agony. I shriek and squeak but he ignores me. Then I start to fight him back, to get away from him, but he simply grips my hips tighter and holds my wrists with his other hand. Finally, when I realize nothing else will work, I beg him.
"Please, Asami...whatever you want, please, just...just...let me come." By that time, tears already stream down my cheek. I have lost track of time but it feels like forever already since he starts.
He stops. And very carefully he helps me stand. My body shakes so hard, my cock feels so painful, and my feet can't hold my weight on their own. I am relieved that he stops his teasing, believing that the real event will happen soon. He looks at me with amusement in his eyes but doesn't make any other movement to end my misery other than grinding our cocks lazily. The bastard clearly enjoys torturing me. He may already make it his sole purpose of living.
Through a layer of frustration tears, I push back my cock into his, "...Asami, please?"
He tilts his head as if he is considering my offers seriously. Golden eyes never leave mine. Smirk decorates his delicious lips. It must be painful for him as well, holding his own arousal back for so long. But if he hurts, he doesn't show it all. Finally, he shrugs his broad shoulders while grinning at me, which I translate as, 'That is not the action and words that I am waiting for, Akihito'.
His other hand moves to my ass, finger teasing on my ring muscle. I jerk from his touch but he still holds my wrists tightly that my movement is strained. Slowly, his finger enters me. For a while the finger just slides in and out. It feels incredible I arch my whole body and push back into his finger. When the second finger joins the first one and he starts scissoring, stretching, I can't stop the continuous whimper that escapes my throat. One of his fingers bumps that spot inside me that makes me shout his name loudly. And he keeps pressing and brushing the spot on purpose.
In my desperation, I yell at him, "Ryuchi...please...your cock...hard." It seems my brain just loses its ability to form a full sentence. All the sensation mixes together and destroys every control I have. I don't even sure what I am trying to say.
His laugh is maddening. But finally, thanks to all deity out there, he sits on the edge of the bed and moves me to straddle him. When he tries to position me on top of his cock, I push his hand away. He freezes. But I quickly spread my ass cheeks with one hand while holding onto him with the other. I lock my eyes with his and kiss him hard. I suck his tongue and bite his lower lips. Smirking, he raises his eyebrow at my eagerness.
When I push down into his cock, the sensation of his thick cock filling me is the only thing I can focus on. He groans. Asami is not an expressive lover in bed. So hearing his rare aroused voice always makes me feel so powerful. I can feel my ass twitches around his cock; he immediately slams his hips hard into me and starts thrusting. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Until we both move in one harmonious rhythm that cause a thrill along my spine. I kiss his lips, lick his erected nipples, grind my hard cock into his stomach, and touch him wherever my hands can reach. He thrust so hard I can see stars at the back on my eyes and he grunts louder than ever. Somehow, I feel proud knowing that it is me who makes him lose his icy control.
Until my phone rings in full volume from the living room. It takes time for me to register that it is my ring tone. And when I finally do, I halt my movement. Or at least, I try to. Not caring about the distraction at all, Asami continues thrusting into me. But I push him as hard as I can and shout at him.
"Asami, stop! It may be emergency! Someone got an accident or something. It could be Takato...or Kou...or...or my parents." People that I know don't usually calls early morning unless it is important. The idea of my parents lying on hospital bed makes something inside my stomach churns violently.
Fortunately, Asami stops when I mentioned my parents. My cock already loses half of its will to stay erect when I pull myself away from him and run into the living room naked. My heart beats so fast for a completely different reason now compared to a few minutes a go.
It is a call from an unknown number and I feel unease. Who is it? What is so important that they call this late (or this early, depending on how you look at it, of course)?
I look up at Asami who stands naked leaning on our bedroom doorframe. He crosses his arms in front of his chest while waiting for me to answer the phone. So, I press the 'Answer' button.
"Hello?"
"Aki, love? Are you still awake? You sound breathless," a familiar voice washes the last of my arousal away.
I lock my eyes with Asami's before answering softly, "Arata..."
Kirishima waits patiently for Asami-sama in front of the limo door. The guard who stays outside the penthouse says that the boss already went downstairs 5 minutes a go. So he should be here anytime soon.
He is expecting his boss to come with a good mood after spending the night with his lover. So he is really surprised to notice that the boss is in a total bad mood, proven by how Asami-sama snaps at the driver for a very trivial mistake. The poor man still trembles when he goes into the driver seat with the thought of how close he is to death.
Kirishima curses silently. What did the boy do now? Doesn't he know that it is the outside world that pays the price for any trouble he creates? But being the loyal secretary that he is, he keeps his mouth shuts. If Asami-sama wants to discuss it with him, he will do that in his own pace.
They quickly run through Asami-sama's schedule for the day. It will be a hard day full of meetings, negotiations, threats, and appointments. But he already leaves Asami-sama's schedule clears after 9pm today. It takes heaven and hell to move around the schedule, but he finally managed to do it late last night. His boss has mentioned yesterday that he wishes to come home early when his boy is here.
Once he finishes reading his boss' entire schedule, he passes him some documents that need quick approval. His boss, not one that allows emotion being mixed with business (or his real business, to be exact), reads each document carefully despite his black mood. It is halfway through the pile of documents that he heard Asami-sama's order.
"From now on, make sure to give that damn dog more tasks than what he can handle. Make mundane tasks if you have too. Buy some bankrupt company for him to fix or something. Tell him to count the stars for all I care. I want him to be too fucking busy to even go peeing, moreover to make a phone call. Push the dog's stupid company so they will work him into the bone. Tell them I will cancel the deal if he can't perform as expected."
Ah, so that is the problem. Kirishima feels disappointed with himself for failing to anticipate this issue before it appears.
"Please consider it's done, Asami-sama. I am terribly sorry for overlooking this problem. I will take extra care from now on," he bows his head as a form of apology. His boss just nods slightly without moving his attention from the documents in his hand.
He takes note for himself not to push the dog too hard though, no matter what his boss said. It may give the opposite effect. He considers blocking any call from the dog, but once that damn dog comes home, he must ask the boy what is wrong with his phone. It is just too suspicious if it happens often. Maybe he can also set up some freelance projects in a place without phone coverage for Takaba-sama every now and then. It will give his workaholic boss some time to rest, too. He also remembers hearing about service that helps people to create excuses and alibi for the client while they cheats with their lover. He puts it in his note to call the company right away. There is nothing that can't be bought by money nowadays. Especially with the amount of money like Asami-sama has. The man can literally buy the whole Japan just for fun. Not that he needs to do that; the country is practically under Asami-sama's control already.
He doesn't want to shove that dog to the wrong direction, though. It will do no one any good should the dog decide to have an affair of his own or to break up with Takaba-sama. He frowns. If that happens, he could always put his Glock on that stupid dog's forehead and asks him nicely to become Takaba-sama's pretend boyfriend. But of course, Takaba-sama will not be happy if he finds out. And usually, what makes Takaba-sama unhappy will make his boss unhappy as well. Unless it involves sex, he guesses.
Inaudibly, Kirishima sighs. What did the boy call himself last night? Asami-sama's whore? He shakes his head a bit so not to attract his boss attention to his thought. That boy really doesn't understand his own value, does he? Whores are those slave-boys worked in underground S&M clubs that Asami-sama beat half dead every now and then since Takaba-sama left. Whores are the light brown hair girls and boys with hazelnut eyes (or hazelnut soft lenses, in fact) who are being paid to act, live, and have sex like Takaba-sama. Right now, there are two of them, one boy and one girl who each live in two of Asami-sama luxurious condos, accommodated with every luxury those two will never seen in their pitiful life should Kirishima never encountered them and saw their eerie similarities with Takaba-sama. These whores don't even know who it is they try to imitate. The only thing they know is that Asami-sama has a very specific preference when it comes to bed partner.
There were more of these kept whores before. But sooner or later, these last two will also make a mistake that their predecessor did by doing something that is totally unlike the real Takaba; from something as trivial as calling him with endearment nicknames to being too willing during sex. Then Asami will order their death. In another case, Asami-sama's enemies will kidnap them thinking it is his famous-but-always-hidden-lover and Asami-sama will easily let these Takaba-sama's doubles go, laughing cynically when the kidnapper tries to negotiate. His boss even gives away a few of these replicas to his rivals as they calmly discussing their shady dealing while watching the poor light brown hair being raped for everyone's entertainment. Over the time, his enemies, rivals, and unaware allies start to wonder whether the secretive light brown hair lover is truly exists or if he does exist, whether he is even still alive. Only few trusted allies know for sure, like Fei Long and...well, in fact, only Fei Long knows now since Asami-sama decided to eliminate Mikhail together with Yuri. But his taste in light brown hair young men and women becomes so well known that he often finds himself being entertained with that specific types by his business partner lately. Some daughters from powerful politician and famous celebrities even dye their hair in light brown in desperate effort to attract his attention.
Either way, Kirishima also put it in his notes that he will need to find another person to replace these replicas soon. It is easy to find someone who is willing to do that with all the compensation he/she will receive: huge amount of money each month, luxurious condo, cars, clothes, prestige, and a lot of sex with the sexy crime lord. There are a lot of people who will be blinded easily with that kind of incentive and Kirishima found during his early period of collecting light brown hair pretties from all over the countries that he could just snap his fingers and another willing body with light brown hair will enthusiastically replace the old one to serve Asami-sama. The harder part is to teach each of them how to act, to dress, to talk, and even to have sex like the real one. He closes his eyes as headache starts to form. It may be much easier and cheaper if they can just clone his boss' lover. But cloning doesn't guarantee that they will have the same personality, does it?
Of course, that boy will always be ignorant of what happen around him. Even now, he must be deeply asleep in Asami-sama's soft bed and warm blankets; unaware of the suffering he brings to people due to his careless actions. Not that Kirishima gives any fuck to the suffering of other people. Other people basically are just another property for him, like any other objects in this world, can easily be bought and sold for money. There are few people that he cares about and only one person he respects and serves through heaven and hell, Asami-sama. The boy is one of the few people he cares about but his full loyalty is and always will be for Asami-sama. He is willing to give even his life for Asami-sama anytime and anywhere. And for the sake of Asami-sama, he agrees that the boy better stays innocent from the cruelty of Asami-sama's world.