Hi everyone! This idea has been floating around in my head for quite some time. I finally had some time to write it.
I was supposed to work on other things today, but apparently this story has hold of all my inspiration despite my best efforts. And I still have other fics that need updates.
The first few paragraphs might came off as a surprise hehe
I asked a friend if ending the chapter this way was terrible. I was told it might get me protests. I guess we shall see.
I hope you guys like this, enjoy! 😊
Pressed against the wall, she felt his lips passionately exploring hers. Her mind swirled in confusion, torn between attributing her state to the tequila's influence or the overwhelming intensity of his kisses.
Never before had a kiss provoked such an uncontrollable reaction in her. His hand moved to her back, then descended with deliberate intent. Suddenly, she realized he had unfastened her bra, and her breasts were freed beneath the smooth fabric of her black dress.
He continued kissing her, the mingling flavors of fresh mint and whisky on his lips. As they shared this passionate moment with a man she had just met, thoughts of the impending tomorrow began to flood her mind. She couldn't help but imagine how would the media reports be if they ever got wind of this, exposing her impulsive encounter with a stranger from the night.
The prospect of such public scrutiny filled her with anxiety and relief.
A shiver ran down her spine as full awareness of the situation settled in. She realized the gravity of engaging in such intimate activities with a man she had only just met that very evening.
However, in that moment, she reached a point where she no longer concerned herself with the potential repercussions or the opinions of others. It was the only escape from the infuriating individual who had tormented her for so long.
"You're gutsy cornering me on a wall like that… what's on your mind, hmm? I might act nonchalant about it, but I know you've been watching me the whole night like prey," he chuckled against her ear.
She couldn't help but blush, her cheeks warming in response to his words. She leans in closer, unapologetically, and places a finger against his lips. They feel warm, soft, and enticing. His breath, a gentle caress on her skin, sends a shiver down her spine.
This man didn't seem the least bit offended by her earlier assertive move; in fact, he seemed to interpret it as a proposition for sex. However, she was a virgin, and despite six years in the entertainment industry with no shortage of suitors, this man was different. She knew this wouldn't end well.
A gasp escaped her lips as he positioned his knee between her thighs, causing the hem of her dress to rise and reveal a glimpse of her thong. Why was she so self-conscious about it? Hadn't she consumed enough alcohol to be less sober right now?
She felt his knee rested between her thighs, gently rubbing against her, feeling incredibly intimate. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder why she cared. After all, this was what she had planned, and this man she had been eyeing all night was the perfect choice for the job.
In a slurred, playful tone, she chuckled, "Correction, you've been watching me this whole time. I always find myself looking back because I always catch you staring. I've been watching you for ages and I spend my time trying not to feel it."
"Is that so? I guess we're even..." he whispered sensually, and their lips met once more. His kisses trailed down her jaw, and she instinctively arched her back as they reached her neck. Her arms clung to his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
Oh lord, she's touching this stranger like a lover would. She's touching him. She has her hand on his cheek and her thumb on his lip and—and his eyes flutter shut as though he needs to close them to feel her better.
And then she brings his lips to hers. Her eyes drift shut, and she sighs. As she moves her lips against his, he slowly responds, mirroring her—and she briefly wonders if he's ever done this before.
She bit her lip, realizing she needed to take more initiative. She knew where their actions were leading, and if she wanted to hasten things, it couldn't be at this languid pace. This man was taking his time.
"What do you say about sleeping with me tonight, hmm?" she whispered, her voice a sultry invitation. "It's your fault I'm so horny right now..."
He slowly opens his eyes, and they smolder with suppressed desire.
Her almost-scream pierced the air when he swiftly moved her to a table, causing the drinks the bartender had served them earlier to spill and shatter, the sounds of breaking glass filling the room. He appeared entirely indifferent to the chaos.
Positioned behind her, with dimmed lights casting a soft glow on the mirror in front of them, she could see his face clearly. His expression oozed sensuality, and he seemed even more aroused, as if their earlier activities hadn't already ignited him. This time, she could feel his desire in the way he gently grasped her hair and guided her onto the table.
As her dress slipped down, revealing her breasts, and her bra soon followed, his large and skilled hand covered her left breast, and he turned her head to the side, gaining access to her neck. Their lips met, and she couldn't help but release a groan, the mix of pleasure and pain washing over her. It suddenly dawned on her - if he left visible hickeys, how on earth would she face her manager during the upcoming album photoshoot tomorrow?
"Enough dirty talk, lioness," he said hoarsely. "Lioness? Me?" she thought, momentarily surprised.
"Hmm, I'll forgive you for calling me that nickname, considering it's all part of our little test, right? Well, I won't think any less of you if you're refusing, but—"
Before she could finish her sentence, he interrupted her with a passionate kiss, and she felt his slender hands working to remove her dress, his face drawing closer. In response, she instinctively opened her mouth. His lips tasted like lychee, while running his finger over her cheek, causing her mouth to open further, welcoming his invading tongue.
Ecstasy coursed through her veins as their tongues entwined, an experience entirely new to her. She attempted to assert dominance in their kiss but found herself failing. She felt a twinge of disappointment when he finally pulled away, gazing at her while licking his lips in the process. Strangely, she hoped their kiss would last just a little bit longer.
He kisses her with a hunger thinly veiled, his mouth fervently claiming hers. His tongue teases over her lips, mirroring her earlier gesture, and when her lips part, he delves inside to savor her taste. He tastes of lychee, and a low groan escapes her. Her hips arch against his, her body moving sensually over his, yearning for more friction, aching for that burning desire that leaves her damp and eager.
As his lips continued their descent, she sensed the unmistakable presence of his member pressing against her lower back.
In the mirror in front of them, she watched him hungrily kiss her neck. The dimly lit room made it challenging to discern the exact color of his spiky hair, but she could see strands sticking to his face due to sweat. She didn't know him, but based on his cologne, attire, and demeanor, she could tell he wasn't like the ordinary men she had encountered before.
Scanning the room's surroundings, she noticed him observing her through the mirror. He appeared slightly older than her, but she could sense that they were around the same age. She wondered why she hadn't crossed paths with him before. There was something mysterious about him, an aura of remoteness that made it understandable why their paths hadn't crossed despite moving in similar social circles.
He stood taller than her, his large hands quite noticeable. His well-fitted business attire accentuated his physique, and the hair that was previously spiked when they briefly crossed paths on her way to the dance floor was now slicked back. Two locks of hair framing his handsome face.
She wondered if it was just an alcohol-induced hallucination, given that she had consumed twenty cans of beer. But now, she realized that it was her own actions that had led to his disheveled appearance. And in the midst of it all, he seemed more...
Her mouth ran dry as she watched him use his index finger and thumb to play with her nipple. A moan involuntarily escaped her lips, and she felt a deep heat between her thighs. It was as if he could sense her readiness, as he pushed her against the cold, unyielding table with the hand that was holding her hair. She bent, feeling exposed as she sensed him pulling down her underwear.
Her shattered moans surround the room they're in as she felt his finger move sideways in a slow and excruciatingly sensual way inside her.
Amidst her passionate moans, her mind raced with the idea of turning this experience into lyrics for a song. However, just as she was immersed in her sensual reverie, he abruptly came to a halt.
In that moment of confusion, she anticipated a temporary pause, but it soon became evident that something had changed. Her partner's hand didn't resume its sensuous exploration of her body. She quickly opened her eyes, a rush of emotions and embarrassment washing over her. With a determined effort to regain her composure, she straightened up and adjusted her dress, hurriedly covering herself.
The red lipstick marks that adorned his face presented a stark contrast to the irritation etched into his features. His jaw clenched tightly, underscoring his evident annoyance.
"So, you've been a virgin all this time?"
"Yeah? What of it?"
In Kohaku's mind, every man's interest was driven by a singular fixation – Kohaku's virginity. This was the very reason she had willingly entangled herself in this predicament. Her mother's prospective husband for her was the catalyst behind this elaborate scheme. He desired her precisely because he had deduced she was still a virgin. Despite having had experiences with kisses before, Kohaku, at the age of twenty-five, still retained her virginity.
Many of the men who had previously pursued relationships with her had shown a singular interest in her virginity. She assumed the man before her was no different, and she would have been upfront about it had she not noticed the unmistakable disappointment etched across his features.
She waits patiently, absolutely certain he won't reject her. She's doling out just enough sensation and pleasure that he's surely hooked on it by now, desperate to know where the aching burn inside him leads.
But he shook his head, distancing himself from her, his stress lines prominent as he rubbed his cheeks in evident frustration.
A sudden wave of embarrassment and self-doubt washed over her, prompting her to hastily adjust her clothing, even though her chest was already concealed. Had she completely misunderstood his intentions? Could it be that he already had a girlfriend and was seeking someone more experienced, not interested in an inexperienced virgin like her? What could have gone so wrong for him to cause this abrupt change in his demeanor?
Once he regained his composure, she heard him chuckle in a distant manner. "Let's stop this... look, I'm sorry, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now."
"It's just a one-night stand, what could possibly go wrong—" she began.
He silenced her with a bitter, mocking laughter, sending shivers down her spine. Minutes dragged on, leaving her stranded and increasingly regretful about her blazer, which she had left with her friends who were likely still enjoying their drinks. The room's air conditioning became palpable, enveloping her in a tangible coldness.
Quickly, she pulled up the straps of her bra to cover her chest and shot him an irritated glare. He stood there, unable to meet her gaze, looking visibly dismayed and burdened with guilt. There was a hint of self-mockery in his expression, as if he were wrestling with his own thoughts in the aftermath of their recent encounter. She clenched her teeth, growing increasingly insulted as he continued to ignore her, and she felt foolish and desperate.
It wasn't as if there was a shortage of men who desired her; one of her producers had even offered her a ring and faced public rejection. Yet, the swift rejection from the man in front of her, despite her willingness to give herself to him, deeply wounded her pride.
Instead of waiting for him to finish contemplating, she swiftly pulled up her underwear and straightened her black dress.
"This isn't how it's supposed to be, but you can—"
"Shut the fuck up. I don't need to hear a word from your mouth," she snapped, grabbing her purse from the couch.
She hurriedly made her way out, exiting the VIP room, swiftly navigating through the bustling, dancing crowd, and heading straight for the elevator. She saw him chasing after her from a distance as the doors closed.
"Fuck you, asshole!" she spat in anger just before the elevator doors shut.
Leaning against the elevator wall, she stared into space as it descended to the parking lot, still catching her breath from the shocking turn of events. She couldn't believe it, couldn't fathom what had just happened.
Desperation gnawed at her, but he remained motionless. She got out of that VIP room, her steps in a hurry, carrying the faint hope he'd chase after her, pick up where they'd left off. But he didn't.
The guilt reflected in his eyes lingered as her final image of him before the elevator doors sealed them apart.
What on earth was wrong with that man? Undoubtedly he's handsome and enticing, but he had already been aroused, she was sure of it. She could feel his member right behind her!
"Why on earth would he do that?" she mumbled to herself, her mind tangled in a web of confusion. "He's incredibly attractive, no doubt about it. And he was clearly turned on! Right there on the dance floor, it felt like he was about to tear my clothes off without a second thought. But then, he just stopped! Why? Because he found out I'm a virgin? How skilled must he be to bring me so close to losing control, only to pull away when he realized I haven't been with anyone before?"
Her cheeks flushed with heat as she pondered what might have gone wrong. Was she too obvious? Should she have watched more erotic movies or done some research beforehand? Was it because of her loud moans or the fact that she was already aroused and wet when he slid his finger inside her? The confusion and frustration lingered as she tried to make sense of the sudden rejection.
With irritation clouding her thoughts, she entered her car and started the engine. The strong desire to vanish into thin air gnawed at her. Could she really be the first girl ever to walk out of that VIP room, expecting to finally experience sex, only to be rejected by the very man who had chosen her? She couldn't believe this turn of events.
She sped away in frustration, not caring if Japanese police were tailing her. It was late at night, and the streets of Shibuya were nearly empty.
"Fuck it, Kohaku!" she muttered irritably. With so much on her mind and a host of existing problems to deal with, this was the last thing she needed.
Her thoughts turned to Mozu, and an exasperated grunt escaped her lips. She despised him so much. What had once been a mere disliking for his manipulative actions in trying to influence her mother had transformed into intense hatred.
Her phone rang, and she glanced at it while waiting at a red traffic light. Seeing it was Kirisame calling, she answered immediately.
"What?"
"Mozu is asking about your whereabouts. The paparazzi following you have released a random snapshot of you circulating online, showing you in one of the clubs in the red-light district in Shinjuku. He went to look for you, but you weren't there—"
"Kirisame!" she snapped at her, desperation and frustration in her voice. "Please help me convince your father this has to stop!"
The only answer she received were Kirisame's sighs.
"All my life I have obeyed your clan. Must I continue to do so even in this matter? Please help me convince him—"
"You know that Mozu wants you, Kohaku. And you understand how it would benefit our business if you were to finally accept him—"
"How would that benefit your business? People are not aware that I am my mother's child. I have no blood relation to your father! I am not part of the Iwakura clan! If you want your business to be tied to Mozu's clan, why not let him have—"
"Mozu wants you! And yes, nobody knows about your identity as a member of the wealthy Fujiwara clan, but you were introduced as a cousin! That's how you become part of our family."
"Introduced as a cousin at an exclusive event?! You only introduced me because you knew Mozu liked me! Kirisame, I don't like Mozu! Please, please, help me—"
"I don't know what to say to you anymore, Kohaku. It would be best if you talked to Dad. I'm in a meeting. I called because Mozu wants an answer."
She groaned, feeling like they were acting as Mozu's lackeys, all because they wanted to merge their family's businesses.
"Kirisame—" The call ended abruptly before she could say anything more.
Kohaku couldn't be certain if Mozu would truly give up on her once he discovered she wasn't a virgin, but she decided it was worth a shot. One rejection wouldn't deter her; she just needed to choose a more accommodating man next time. Frustrated and lost in her thoughts, she nervously bit her finger until a car horn jolted her back to reality.
She continued driving along the highway, her frustration causing her to exceed the speed limit. She couldn't comprehend why Mozu would openly express his desire for a woman based on her virginity. It seemed as if her mother and her husband had lost their minds.
Her phone beeped once more, and she glanced at it, noting that it was a call from her mother. She briefly pulled over to the side of the road, sighing because she already knew why her mother was calling her at this hour.
"Hello," she answered wearily.
"Kohaku! What's this Kirisame said about you not wanting to meet with Mozu? He went to look for you! Who were you with? Was it Gen?"
"Mom, please..." she faltered, her words feeble. "You know I don't want Mozu. Please, don't force him on me. That man is only interested in my virginity."
"Then isn't that great?" Shocked, she let out a sigh, realizing that expecting a different response from her mother was futile.
"Kohaku, let's face it. You're a nobody."
Kohaku bit her lip, her tears unseen by anyone but the chilly wind. In her six-year career as a renowned singer, her mother had never attended any of her concerts, and she hadn't received any congratulations for her achievements.
"I am a nobody? Can't you see the name I've built for myself and the albums I've sold in millions and the awards I got?" Kohaku retorted.
"Oh, please!" her mother laughed. "Do you truly believe you're a self-made success simply because you've become famous? You're only where you are because we paid for your education, and without me, you wouldn't even know my illustrious distant cousin."
Kohaku scoffed, vehemently disagreeing with her mother's perspective. She knew she hadn't used her connections to become famous; it was the result of her hard work and perseverance. Before she could say anything, her mother continued with a dismissive tone.
"If it weren't for our money, you'd still be performing in small bars and clubs, showcasing your low-quality music that primarily revolves around the men in your life. Your songs are filled with tales of countless boyfriends, likely written to spite those who wronged you. But let's not linger on that; your singing is not that special for me, which is why I don't support you. Without the financial resources provided by my husband, you might not have developed important connections in that industry. You might not have even met Mozu."
"Then that would be better, isn't it?"
"Kohaku!" her mother shouted, "Mozu comes from a respectable clan, a good family! And who are you? Just the child of your insane father!"
Kohaku's lips trembled, and the wind grew colder, but it paled in comparison to the chilling effect of her mother's words.
"Let's face the harsh truth! You can't maintain a decent relationship because men find you elusive! Besides not being part of the Iwakura clan, the Fujiwara name isn't well-known either. With the wealth of your father's lineage, they seem like ghosts hiding their riches, which is why he went mad! Your only guardian is crazy, and who knows if your sister will ever awaken from her five-year coma! No one would desire a woman with a lineage tainted by insanity and frailty!" Her mother's harsh words echoed in Kohaku's ears, leaving her feeling utterly despondent.
Tears welled up in Kohaku's eyes, unable to believe that these hurtful words were coming from her own mother.
"Mom, please... stop," she uttered weakly.
"Do you really think Mozu doesn't like you? Do you think his family would ever accept him choosing you? If it weren't for you coming from the wealthy and insane lineage of your father, you wouldn't be in the position you're in now!"
"Mom, stop saying that about Dad—"
"But it's the truth, Kohaku! I just want you to face the harsh reality! Your father's and sister's illnesses are considered flaws by society!"
Muffled sobs escaped Kohaku's lips, her cheeks stained with tears. She couldn't fathom the words coming from her own mother. Had her mother ever genuinely cared for her father? Kohaku had never heard of her mother visiting her sister, who had been in a coma for five years. She never asked about her condition after their car accident four years ago. Her mother's harsh words cut deep, and she was starting to understand why.
"Mom, you know Dad had a history of drug abuse, that's why—"
Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Her mother's harsh judgment had already taken a toll on her, leaving her in a state of emotional turmoil.
"Even so! I put up with him for so long. Now nobody will know if it's because of the drugs or—"
"Is that why you never even bothered to help us pay for our finances when we had an accident? Is that why you tried so hard to hide me and my sister from everyone, Mom?" Kohaku trembled as she spoke, tears in her eyes. "Did you hide me because you were ashamed of your mentally unstable ex-boyfriend? Is that it?"
"Kohaku, you know how taboo it is for their family to discover that a woman got pregnant out of wedlock. You have no idea how fortunate you are that you and your sister even survived those days when we had to constantly hide from your father's side of the family. I'm grateful that your uncle Daisuke loves me enough to still accept me as his wife despite having two daughters already."
Kohaku couldn't help but feel like a flaw in existence. If it weren't for her sister, she wouldn't even consider pursuing a singing career. Her sister was the source of her strength and hope.
Amidst her tears, she laughed to ease the pain. "To protect your uncle's clan name, it's important to keep both of you and your sister away. I hope you understand that."
No matter how many times her mother explained, Kohaku still couldn't fully comprehend it. She shook her head, wiped away her tears, and decided it was time to head back to her penthouse as it was getting late, and she had a photoshoot scheduled for tomorrow.
"Daughter, I hope you understand. It's a big deal that Mozu likes you. You'll have a hard time finding a decent man for yourself. Given your circumstances, being liked by someone like Mozu is a stroke of luck. You should give him a chance."
Kohaku forced a smile, though she had no intention of accepting Mozu. "I assure you, marrying a man who accepts you despite your flaws is the wisest decision you could ever make."
She knew she was flawed, but she had her own criteria for choosing a partner. "Flaws? Yeah, right... like... not carrying your family name? Coming from a broken family? Being unrecognized by my own mother? And having a mentally unstable father?" Her voice broke as she remembered her father when he was still sane.
"Kohaku..." her mother sensed her sarcasm. Kohaku chuckled bitterly.
"I'd rather remain unmarried," she muttered, ending the call and driving through yet another exhausting night.
Kohaku sat down with her music managers and board director to discuss the upcoming album photoshoot. They eagerly suggested that she wear revealing clothes to create a bold and provocative image for the album, she couldn't help but feel discomfort at their suggestion.
"Sir," she said, her voice calm yet firm. " I have certain principles about how I want to present myself to the world. Revealing clothes don't align with that."
They exchanged glances, clearly taken aback by her response. One of them spoke up, trying to convince her otherwise. "Kohaku, we understand your concern, but think about the impact it could have on sales. It's all about catching people's attention."
Kohaku leaned forward, maintaining eye contact. "I believe in catching people's attention through my music, my voice, and the emotions I convey. I don't need revealing clothes to make a statement."
Kohaku felt frustrated as her producers seemed to dismiss her suggestions and preferences for the photoshoot. The lack of sleep from the previous night only added to her irritation. She was determined to make her vision for the shoot a reality, but it was clear that convincing them would be a challenging task.
There was a moment of silence before another producer chimed in, attempting to find a middle ground. "What if we try something edgy and artistic, without compromising your principles? Something that still captures your essence."
Kohaku considered her suggestion, appreciating their willingness to find a compromise. "That sounds more like it," she replied with a smile.
With that settled, they proceeded with the photoshoot. As she posed for the pictures, Kohaku made sure to channel her energy into each shot. Once they wrapped up, she thanked the team for their hard work.
"Great job, everyone! The photos turned out fantastic," she commended them, genuinely pleased with the outcome. "Bye for now, I have to rush off to my friend Yuzuriha's wedding. I can't keep her waiting."
She bid them farewell and headed towards the halls of a luxurious hotel in Kyoto, calling Gen along the way.
"Where are you, Gen?" she asked, though she was quite certain he wasn't at the venue yet. They were expected to be at the wedding before lunch, and her friends hadn't responded to her messages until now.
Kohaku was feeling stressed, perhaps due to the aftereffects of the alcohol from the previous night, or maybe it was just the culmination of everything that had transpired. The events had unfolded so rapidly, leaving her in her usual state of solitude in her penthouse, shedding tears.
As she tried to compose herself, she called her friend Gen to check on their plans.
"Yeah, but it's traffic here at the Shibuya intersection! There seems to have been an accident up front. I'm on my way. What about your publicist? Besides, it's still early. Calm down," Gen reassured her.
Kohaku realized she was worrying needlessly. After all, she wasn't the bride, and it was only 11 AM. She had just come from a photoshoot for her upcoming third album, which was scheduled for release six months from now. The wedding of one of her college friends was later in the afternoon, and they had been called early to be part of the entourage.
"Are you okay? Where have you been yesterday? We've been trying to reach you to hang out. Minami said you'd just go to the restroom for a bit, but you never came back. Someone spotted you with a man. It's not Mozu, right?" he asked, trying to inject some humor into the conversation.
A shiver winds down her spine. She didn't want to directly answer his question about the man she had been seen with the previous night.
Kohaku rolled her eyes and replied, "Alright... hurry up then..."
As Kohaku entered the grand hall, the frenzied chatter of voices enveloped the air. Flashing cameras and reporters eagerly awaited her presence, creating a scene she had grown accustomed to throughout her singing career. However, today, there was a heightened sense of urgency in the atmosphere, as if everyone was determined to unearth the latest scoop about her life.
Security guards flanked her, a constant reminder of the potential risks that came with fame. They guided her through the crowd of journalists, who bombarded her with questions.
"Kohaku, how would you describe the overall sound and direction of your upcoming album?"
"Will you be embarking on an international tour to promote your new album?"
"Are there any collaborations or special features you're considering for your next album?"
Kohaku attempted to address the eager reporters, "I appreciate you for being here today, but I'm sorry, I'm here for a friend's wedding, not an interview-"
One reporter thrust a microphone toward her, eager to ask a personal question, "Kohaku, fans are curious about your love life. Is there anything you'd like to share or address regarding that?" The anticipation was palpable in her voice.
The security guards, sensing a potentially intrusive question, tightened their grip on Kohaku's arms. She glanced at them before politely dismissing the reporter's inquiry.
The questions continued to barrage Kohaku from all sides, as each reporter vied for a moment of her attention. Despite the relentless onslaught, she remained poised and composed. Assisted by the security guards, she gracefully made her way through the crowd, offering polite responses to the journalists' inquiries.
Finally, Kohaku reached the safety of the exit, leaving the clamor of the hall behind her. She breathed a sigh of relief as she reflected on the whirlwind encounter with the press.
"Kohaku!" Yuzuriha's voice echoed through the hall as she greeted her friend, who had just arrived for her wedding. Yuzuriha, still in her robe with wet hair, welcomed Kohaku and offered her some sweet delicacies to eat.
"Where's Gen and Minami?" Kohaku inquired, looking around for her friends.
"They were on their way. I already called them," Yuzuriha reassured her.
Yuzuriha gestured for Kohaku to sit at a table, the noise from the reporters outside was still audible. The air inside the wedding venue was thick with the fragrant aroma of fresh flowers and the soft hum of chatter from the guests. Kohaku sat there, fixing her dress.
"Sorry! I was called by the organizer," Yuzuriha explained, her tone cheerful. "Will you be okay here? The assistant will be here after ten minutes… so help yourself and eat if you like...gotta go!"
The vibrant colors of the decorations and the joyful laughter of the guests seemed to blur into the background, as she couldn't help but be consumed by the internal turmoil that gnawed at her heart.
Her elegant, silky off shouldered dress seemed to weigh heavy on her shoulders as she sat there, silently observing the festivities. Yuzuriha, her dearest friend, was radiant while talking to the other guests, a vision of happiness that had Kohaku blinking back tears of joy and nostalgia. But her own emotions were a complicated mixture of happiness, and guilt.
The guilt weighed down on her like a stone. It wasn't her fault that the press had shown up in droves, turning what should have been an intimate celebration into a media circus. Yet, she couldn't help but feel responsible for the spectacle that unfolded, a side effect of her growing reputation as a singer. The reporters clamoring for their attention had obscured the simple, sincere beauty of the wedding ceremony, and for that, Kohaku felt burdened by a guilt that seemed impossible to shake.
As she gazed at Yuzuriha, a familiar face suddenly came into focus. Kohaku's smile falters as her heart skipped a beat, blue eyes locked onto reds; the last person she expected to see at this moment sitting across from her. His disheveled hair and his sharp, analytical eyes were unmistakable, and they were fixed on her with an intensity that made her feel like he could read her thoughts.
Kohaku was left alone, and she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease as the man continued to observe her.
"Didn't certainly expect to see you here… How have you been, Miss Kohaku?" Him just casually blurting out her name is one thing as if they've been close friends.
The self-assured smile on his face lingered, gradually morphing into a sly smirk.
He is using her charm on her, but she only looks at him with contempt and disgust, and maybe a hint of embarrassment
"I… I'm alright." (She knows its not, especially with the dilemma with her mother and her insistence on controlling whom she marries)
A flush steal across her cheeks as she remembers what happens last night and precisely how well she yearns for his touch. But that, she reminds herself now, was a one-time thing.
No. No, best not think about that while speaking with him.
Curious individuals mustered up the courage to approach her, requesting autographs and taking pictures. Among the crowd, several of Kohaku's security personnel were cleverly disguised as guests, blending in seamlessly to ensure her safety.
Kohaku surveyed the unfamiliar faces around her, realizing she had no familiar friends to seek solace in. The question lingered in her mind was whether she should even consider moving tables.
Raising an eyebrow, Kohaku directed her gaze forward, locking eyes with the intriguing man who had been observing her. This unspoken connection between them seemed to intensify with every passing moment.
Feeling the need to put some distance between them, Kohaku stood up and made her way toward the buffet table, all the while aware of his eyes following her. As she selected some food to fill her plate, she noted the man in her peripheral view have chosen to stand up as well while fixing his coat to join a group of guests, clad in traditional Japanese clothing, engaging in conversation near the table.
Kohaku let out a sigh of relief, acknowledging that as soon as she finished getting her meal, he would likely move on, allowing her to relish her food in peace. Her heart still fluttered with the memory of last night's events, and she had no energy left to deal with further complications today.
The encounter with the mysterious man from last night had left her with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions to process. Not to mention, she had her own family's issues to contend with. And now, running into him again, here of all places – it truly felt like the world was conspiring to make her life more complicated.
The man must've had a connection with Taiju; that much was clear. It seemed unlikely that he was part of Yuzuriha's family – she had met them on multiple occasions, thanks to her fashion designer friend's fanatical mother. Yuzuriha herself was a frequent collaborator and a close friend. As she considered all these connections, the most plausible link led to Taiju's family.
Quietly eating her meal in peace, all the while keeping an eye on the gathering of people near the man who had captured her attention. Her heart raced as their eyes met repeatedly while he conversed with what appeared to be important individuals. Dressed in a casual button-down shirt and khaki pants, he was a stark contrast to the more formally attired wedding guests. He continued to steal glances in her direction, leaving her feeling both flustered and anxious.
Although they weren't alone at the circular table, as friends and family members chatted and reconnected, he had initially been meant to sit in the chair opposite her. However, to her surprise, he chose to pull the empty chair beside her instead, a move that left her feeling more frustrated. The pulsing in her chest seemed to grow even louder with him so close. Their eyes locked once again, and, in an attempt to conceal her discomfort, she quickly averted her gaze.
Kohaku nonchalantly sipped her tea, feigning ignorance of his presence beside her. The tea was still hot, and she contemplated whether to leave or finish it.
Was last night's encounter that embarrassing?
Undoubtedly, yes. The incident deeply wounded her. They had reached the height of passion, only for him to abruptly halt. It felt as though she was enticing him, undressing before his eyes, and pleading with him to engage in a sexual encounter... yet, in the end, he declined. It was as if she hadn't stirred enough attraction, as if her allure fell short.… like she's not attractive enough…
"Hey, uhm, I'm glad to see that you were home safely last night," he began, his tone tentative.
Kohaku, her face concealed by a carefully crafted fake smile, replied, "I wasn't that drunk. I appreciate your concern, thanks," all the while avoiding direct eye contact.
He continued, choosing to speak openly, "You don't strike me as the kind of woman who would easily forget what happened last night. You were so into it. Also, please don't mistake my intention of talking to you because of what we did last night, I'm just making sure you're... alright," he hesitated slightly on the last word.
Kohaku felt the weight of his intense gaze upon her. She couldn't deny the truth of his words – that last night's encounter had been passionate and unforgettable, leaving a lasting imprint on her memory.
Heat creeps down her neck, a flush spreading over her. His intense gaze felt like it could pierce her soul. Back in that room, she didn't expect losing control. Her moans echoed like a wild, untamed creature in response to his every touch.
Kohaku had initially entered that exclusive club with a plan: to drown her troubles in alcohol and seek solace in the arms of a willing stranger. The sudden appearance of her friends led her to entertain the idea that perhaps, amidst the flashing lights and pulsing music, she could find someone to help her shed the burden of her virginity. Her dedication to her studies and the absence of significant romantic relationships had led others to assume her purity, a perception that Mozu, in his twisted desires, had exploited. He craved her solely because she was a virgin.
Now, that perceived purity weighed on her like an unshakable burden. It was the reason she was even contemplating forcing herself into a relationship with the man seated beside her. Faking a story seemed like an option, but it was one she doubted anyone would believe, given her lack of a boyfriend or any significant male presence in her life.
She had her mind set that she wanted to shed her virginity that very night with the attractive man seated beside her. At first glance, he immediately piqued her interest. Tall, handsome, and seemingly alone, he had caught her eye, and it appeared his presence feels magnetic. With no entourage or friends in tow, it seemed unlikely that they traveled in the same social circles.
Summoning all her courage, she decided to make her move, approaching him boldly with the hope that they would leave the club together. She was well aware of the media and paparazzi that constantly tailed her every move, and she knew they would seize the opportunity to create a sensational story about the mysterious stranger seen with Kohaku Weinberg, the renowned singer.
Now she wondered if any news had already surfaced, but she hadn't checked her socials yet. Deep down, she prayed for the story to be out there.
With a plan in mind as she invited the attractive stranger to join her in a VIP room. She wanted the paparazzi to capture this moment, solidifying the notion that she had engaged in an illicit affair. Her hope was that this would finally deter Mozu from pursuing her further and perhaps even put an end to her mother's relentless pressure.
Hoping for a simple and uneventful exit, Kohaku decided to treat the man with indifference. She assumed their encounter was nothing more than a fleeting moment, like countless others who had pursued her in the past. Besides, she hadn't heard any rumors or gossip about her night at the club or her brief interaction with this stranger. So, she chose to be upfront and direct, dismissing any romantic notions before they could take root.
"Hmm, very funny. Just give it up. Yes, I liked you at first glance, but that's as far as it goes. Let's just be strangers and move on, 'kay?"
The man's lips parted as he leaned forward, prompting one of Kohaku's guards to become alert. He was ready to intervene, but Kohaku signaled that she would handle the situation. The man placed one elbow on the table, offering his full attention to Kohaku, who maintained a furrowed brow as she nonchalantly sipped her tea and observed him closely.
"That's interesting. Bold of you to admit you liked me when we just met. Did I perhaps insult you?" he chuckled, but she wasn't in the mood for his games. "Believe me, I didn't mean it. I just don't like dealing with relationships—"
The stranger's admission caught Kohaku off guard, and she couldn't help but be irritated by his cavalier attitude.
With her frustration clearly palpable, her eyes feigning a curiosity she didn't feel. The man, on the other hand, sported a mischievous smirk and arched an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "I am serious, mister. I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's end with that."
Just in the nick of time, one of the organizers came to Kohaku's rescue, leading her away from the presence of the mysterious man. Kohaku silently expressed her gratitude for this escape as she was guided to where the bride's entourage would be held.
Kohaku observed the poignant moments between Yuzuriha and her parents as they exchanged heartfelt gifts and emotional embraces. Her friend's mother presented her with a beautiful pearl necklace, prompting tears of joy from the bride. The father later joined them, and they all shed tears of happiness for their beloved daughter.
As she watched the tender scene, a lump formed in Kohaku's throat, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. She quickly looked away, reminding herself that it was entirely normal for parents to express such emotions on their child's wedding day, and her feelings of envy were misplaced. Her focus should be on her friend's happiness as Yuzuriha prepared to marry her longtime boyfriend, Taiju.
Amid these emotions, Gen arrived with Amaryllis and Minami by his side. Minami informed Kohaku that she had handled the recent paparazzi scoop about her night out, and Kohaku knew she would need to address it eventually. But for now, the most important thing was to determine if her plan with the mysterious man from last night had succeeded.
Kohaku couldn't help but feel uneasy about the previous night's encounter and its potential implications. She turned to her friend, Minami, with a worried expression. "Minami, did anyone see me with someone?"
Minami, always the responsible publicist, offered reassurance. "I've already taken care of it." She continued, "Some blurred pictures of you with a man were circulating online. You've been trending since last night, and your fans were talking about it, as well as investigating the situation. I even bribed the bartender at that bar not to sell your CCTV footage with that man. Unfortunately for them, there's no concrete evidence of you being with anyone. Everything seems to be pure speculation."
Great! No article about it... but hearing her say there's blurred pictures to support the claim seems enough?
Kohaku felt both relief and anxiety wash over her. The situation wasn't as dire as she feared, but the knowledge that there were blurred pictures circulating added to her unease.
"Thanks," Kohaku responded, her voice filled with frustration. "I'll be more cautious and mindful of my actions next time… but is there really no news about it?"
Minami and Gen shared a questioning look, their brows furrowing slightly. Gen couldn't resist chiming in with a smirk, "Why? What should be reported from last night? Did something happen?"
Kohaku sighed, realizing she would have to deal with her friends' playful teasing about the previous night's encounter. "It's nothing," she muttered, brushing off their curiosity.
Their conversation shifted to the success of her music and her creative approach to music videos. Gen and Amaryllis praised her for her authenticity and her ability to evoke powerful emotions through her songs.
However, every time there was a lull in the conversation, they couldn't help but return to the subject of the previous night.
"So… what really happened last night, Kohaku? Why are you asking for news instead of feeling anxious about such claims about your love life online?" Amaryllis curiously inquired, "By the way you sounded earlier, you're expecting some kind of news scoop from the media to be all about it,"
Kohaku hesitated, trying to come up with a suitable response that would divert their attention from the topic. She knew that she couldn't share the details of the encounter without inviting further curiosity and speculation.
So she casually shrugged, trying to play down the situation. "I was just keeping an eye on things, you know? Rumors can spread fast. But it looks like it's all just speculation, nothing concrete. Let's not dwell on it and enjoy the wedding. I'm not that big of a celebrity, after all."
Amaryllis wasn't so easily swayed. "Come on, Kohaku. Your fans are all over you, and every move you make, every post you make online is analyzed to death. Plus, the media's always lurking outside your place. Remember those 32 times the police fined you for leaving trash in front of your Tokyo penthouse?"
Gen chimed in, clarifying the source of Amaryllis's information. "It sounds like it's from the media folks camping outside her place, Amaryllis."
"Exactly!"
Just as Kohaku was about to respond, the assistant organizer intervened. "Miss Kohaku, the ceremony will begin shortly."
Minami, Amaryllis, and Gen exchanged knowing glances, realizing that the conversation would have to wait for another time. They watched as Kohaku walked away to prepare for the ceremony.
As the day unfolded, Kohaku couldn't help but scan the crowd, hoping not to run into the mysterious man she had encountered last night. The red carpet walk offered a momentary respite from the stress, but her relief was short-lived.
To her chagrin, the man was indeed a guest at the wedding, dressed in a suit and seated among other important individuals. Kohaku couldn't deny a sense of discomfort at this unexpected turn of events.
The ceremony eventually ended, giving way to the reception. Kohaku was beginning to feel the weight of exhaustion, and all she wanted was to return home and find solace in her music. Her friends were occupied with their own conversations and connections at the event, leaving her to navigate the evening on her own.
In search of solitude, Kohaku made her way to the bar area, yearning for a drink and a moment away from the bustling wedding crowd. She was fully aware that lurking undercover media and paparazzi likely observed her every move, but the weight of her exhaustion overshadowed any concern.
At the bar, she was pleasantly surprised to find the same curly-haired bartender who had interacted with the man from the club last night. The bartender recognized her immediately when she requested a glass.
"I'm a devoted fan, Miss Kohaku," the bartender shared as she poured a well-aged wine. "In fact, I've been listening to your latest album for a month now. You never fail to express emotions in your lyrics that I struggle to put into words."
"Thank you,"
Fortunately, at that moment, no other guests approached the bar, allowing Kohaku a moment of reprieve from the social whirlwind of the wedding reception.
Kohaku sipped her wine and graciously signed a tissue when the bartender asked for an autograph. The bartender inquired if she needed anything else before preparing more wine for the guests.
"No, I'm okay," Kohaku replied, savoring the taste of her wine. Just as she enjoyed her drink, a familiar voice spoke beside her.
"Can you get me a glass too, Francois?" It was the man from the club, and Francois promptly served him the same wine Kohaku was enjoying.
Kohaku tensed as he joined her at the bar, silently fuming as they both sipped their drinks.
"I just wanted to apologize for what happened last night," he began, and Kohaku was torn between appreciating his apology and feeling more insulted. She turned to face him directly.
"No need to apologize. It was your choice, and I respect that," Kohaku replied.
"Believe me, I was genuinely serious about you last night, and you made it incredibly difficult for me to refuse. To be honest, it's been so long since I felt this way, and I never imagined you could be this captivating… but I just don't do…" he trailed off.
Kohaku smiled at him, acknowledging his apology. "Okay, you don't like being in a relationship, right? That's fine. You apologized, it's okay. Let's not prolong the conversation."
The man hesitated before continuing, "I know I insulted you, and for sure you won't want to give me a second chance, even if we would just remain friends, but..."
Kohaku blinked rapidly. "Second chance? As friends? I thought you don't sleep with virgins?" She chuckled at him.
"Look, it's not because you were a virgin that time. It's because I'm not the kind of man who would just sleep for sex."
Kohaku retorted, "Is that a proposal from you, mister, to ask me out on a date? How do boys like you think it... 'perhaps you want me because I am a virgin?' No thanks, I'm fine now. I can take care of my own release."
His eyes widened, and a flicker of lust passed through them briefly. "You're misunderstanding something, also you what-" Kohaku cut him off and walked away, uninterested in further conversation.
She quickly made her way out of the venue, hoping the man she was talking to would buy in her act.
As she made her exit from the venue, her heart raced, and a shiver ran down her spine when she saw Mozu at the entrance, accompanied by his bodyguards. Kohaku could feel the weight of dread pressing down on her chest like an anvil.
In a bid to evade unwanted attention, she concealed herself behind a dense thicket of flowering plants, using their lush foliage as her camouflage. Hidden amidst the vibrant petals and leaves, her heart pounded with the fear of being seen. The crowd and the ongoing events continued to unfold beyond her verdant refuge as she observed her surroundings with caution, hoping to remain unnoticed.
"Find Kohaku. If you find her, tell her that her mother wants us to be seen by the media with each other here. And finally, be my girlfriend," Mozu announced to his bodyguards, enough for her to hear everything but not by the bustling crowds. Without delay, his guards dispersed, scanning the venue with a purposeful demeanor.
Anxiously, she weighed her options as her heart raced, contemplating how to handle Mozu's unexpected presence.
She considered taking a direct route through the adjacent hallway to leave but hesitated, knowing that she had an upcoming speech to deliver for Yuzuriha. She didn't want to disrupt her friend's wedding day for her own selfish reasons, but Mozu's actions left her conflicted.
Kohaku wondered if she should hide and wait until her speech was over before dealing with Mozu. However, concerns about him causing a scene or tarnishing her reputation nagged at her. She didn't want to ruin Yuzuriha's wedding reception.
Contemplating the option of seeking aid from one of her personal guards, she hesitated, knowing they might cause some kind of commotion and her current predicament was complicated by the fact Mozu might've been officially invited.
With uncertainty weighing on her, she opened her eyes only to find the man she had conversed with earlier. He was in the midst of a conversation with a friend amidst the crowd, and unlucky for her his gaze veered toward her hiding place.
Her heart raced when he looked in her direction and locked eyes with her. Panicking, she swiftly withdrew from his view, feeling exposed and vulnerable. His gaze lingered, as his eyes followed her to where she quickly retreated to find another hiding spot among the foliage.
Seeking refuge behind another verdant flower plant, she contemplated her next move, her anxiety palpable as she nervously bit her finger.
In her dilemma, she considered instructing one of her guards not to let Mozu near her. Still, she realized that he was invited as a guest, being from a prominent family. Perhaps she—
"Are… you okay?" a deep voice echoed, startling Kohaku. She felt a mix of relief and surprise, thinking it was Mozu sneaking up on her again. Gasping, she looked at the man, his brow furrowing as if curious about her actions.
"I-I'm fine," she stammered, not fully present, and hurriedly moved away to find another plant with dense foliage and flowers where she could conceal herself better.
Thoughts raced through her mind as she took cover behind the lush foliage, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. She wondered if it was all a product of her overactive imagination, praying that Mozu wouldn't create a spectacle. The mere idea of him expecting her to comply with her mother's desires was nothing short of delusional.
"I'm serious, Kohaku. Are you alright?" the man caught up with her, nodding his thanks to a passing waiter who offered him a glass of wine.
Kohaku turned to look at the concerned man. He appeared genuinely worried as he observed her. She bit her lip and paused for a moment to think.
"Kohaku, my love! There you are!" Mozu's voice rang out.
Kohaku's heart raced as Mozu drew closer, and the curious gazes of the guests intensified as all of them look their way. She saw her friends looked her way with Amaryllis quickly intervening, preventing Gen from approaching further in an attempt to prevent a public spectacle. Worry creased Gen's face, and the tension in the air was palpable.
Before Kohaku could utter a word, react, or make her escape, Mozu knelt down in front of her. The sudden turn of events elicited murmurs from the onlooking crowd, and some individuals began reaching for their phones, intent on capturing the scene. Kohaku's guards were swift to intervene, blocking any attempts to record. In the audience, there were audible gasps and excited whispers, all drawn to Mozu's grand, seemingly romantic gesture.
"Will you marry me, Kohaku?" Mozu presented a ring with a dazzling diamond on top.
Staring at both him and the ring in front of her, she was engulfed by an overwhelming feeling of bewilderment. The grand gesture was undoubtedly beautiful, but Kohaku couldn't help but wonder about the timing. Why would he choose to do this on someone else's wedding day?
Right then and there, it was clear to her that Mozu was aware that undercover media were lurking in the crowd, poised to post their scoop online. Furthermore, the situation became even more perplexing due to the absence of any relationship or even a friendship between them. It left her questioning if he had lost his mind.
"Mozu, what the hell are you doing?" She whispered through gritted teeth, just loud enough for him to hear. But the people in front of them seemed to have overheard, and their cheers grew even louder.
Mozu only grinned, fully aware of the difficult position he had put her in, understanding that her reputation would be at stake if he caused a scene.
"Kohaku, you know how much I love you," he declared.
The audience seemed to fall head over heels for his grand romantic gesture, and their cheers reached a deafening pitch. Kohaku, however, couldn't help but despise the situation with all her being.
The crowd erupted in cheers and encouragement, their voices echoing through the venue. Many among them believed that Mozu was the inspiration behind many of Kohaku's love songs and saw her as fortunate to be proposed to in such a grand manner. But the truth was far from their assumptions. Most of her songs were drawn from her own experiences, while others were entirely fictional, weaving the love story she yearned for but had yet to live.
"Say yes, Miss Kohaku!" someone from the crowd urged.
The atmosphere grew increasingly chaotic, and all eyes were fixed on her. Kohaku couldn't help but notice the concerned expressions on her friends' faces. Gen and Amaryllis appeared worried, while Minami seemed to be silently shaking her head, as if advising her to refuse the unexpected proposal.
She knew she had to bring this unexpected situation to a close. She hadn't anticipated such a dramatic turn of events. Usually, she was the one with a plan for every circumstance. Allowing her emotions to drive her response just because Mozu was upset wasn't her style. Her friends may have jokingly called her reckless at times, but this wasn't a moment for impulsiveness.
Having known for her ability to adapt and find solutions to problems, and this situation was no exception. She needed to find a way out.
She quickly scanned her surroundings and noticed the man from the previous night standing nearby. He appeared as surprised as she was, seeing Mozu on his knees.
"Mozu, can we talk about this outside—"
Desperation in his voice, Mozu interrupted her, "Kohaku, your family has already agreed to us. Please—"
His actions were certainly making the situation more challenging for her. She mustered her courage and confronted Mozu, determined to find a way out of this mess. "Mozu, I already have a boyfriend," she stated firmly.
Mozu's expression shifted to disbelief, and he let out a laugh while still holding the ring. "That's impossible. Kirisame said just yesterday there's none. Please stop making excuses."
The crowd's murmurs intensified, with some people calling her a player and a snake. Kohaku clenched her teeth, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her. "Let's talk outside—"
Mozu, however, was insistent. "I want your answer right now, Kohaku!" he demanded, his voice taking on a threatening tone.
Yuzuriha and Taiju stood behind Mozu, seemingly ready to intervene, if necessary, but Kohaku was determined to handle this on her own. She appreciated their concern but wanted to find a way to defuse the situation herself.
She stood her ground, maintaining her declaration. "I said, I have a boyfriend, Mozu," she reiterated, her gaze unwavering.
Mozu appeared incredulous and continued to protest, "You don't have a boyfriend, Kohaku!"
Kohaku decided to take a bold step and grabbed the arm of the man standing beside her. She felt a sense of relief as he didn't hesitate, and she asserted, "He's my boyfriend." Their hands intertwined, and she could feel his reaction to her sudden move.
Yuzuriha gasped and blushed, covering her mouth in surprise, while Taiju's eyes widened in shock.
In a whisper, the man beside her playfully teased, "Really, lioness? Am I your prey now?"
Her heart pounds in her chest. How ironic it is when just minutes ago she's pushing him away. His words took her aback, and she squeezed his hand even tighter, causing him to grunt in reaction.
I may be enjoying this particular cliffhanger *a little* too much. :)
I know to myself I'm not much of a smut writer; guess I just experimented with this one and tried my best to deliver. There will be a second chapter! Expect the smut in that one hehe 😏❤️🔥
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Sayonara! Until next time