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The arrangement that was soon to go down had been made before you were born. Your father placed a bet with the Zen’in family that he could beat their leader in hand to hand combat. It was a drunken gamble but still, the price of his first born daughter was on the line. Not surprisingly, though, he lost, now putting you to the mercy of a notorious jujutsu sorcerer clan.
“What do you think he’s like?” You asked, looking hesitantly over to your mother, today would be the first day of meeting your new husband. She sighed, looking out the window of the car as the driver approached the estate.
“Stern,” she started, laying her fists against the kimono she wore, “and he expects a good wife. You will not make any more a fool out of our family name, no more than your father already has.”
You hung your head low, staring at your own attire, feeling your heart pound against your chest as one of the servants opened the door for you. The setting sun hit against your face as they escorted you out.
The Zen’in estate was beautiful, lush trees trimmed wonderfully, secluded paths and you could even hear the splashing of water somewhere in the distance. It seemed peaceful, quite opposite of the family’s reputation. Watching your step, you and your mother were led inside, through a labyrinth of hallways until the servants stopped at a particular pair of sliding doors. Looking around you, you had no clue from which direction you had come from. You figured you’d have enough time to learn the layout. After all, after tomorrow, you’d be forever tied to the Zen’in estate and to Naoya Zen’in.
Your heart felt like it was going to burst, he was on the other side of the doors, all your anticipation leading up to this moment. Slowly, the panels opened revealing three men sitting, waiting.
You and your mother bowed respectfully as you entered and even though you were tempted to turn your head, you knew better than to keep your eyes on your future husband. It didn’t stop the men from staring at you, though. You could feel their intense gaze linger as you sat down, kneeling before them on a cushion.
“Welcome,” an older man’s voice croaked, who belonged to who you assumed was Master Naobito. You couldn’t help yourself from peeking up and that was when you saw him for the first time. You took in the image of his broad shoulders, interestingly dyed hair, his ear decorated with unique piercings and a sharp, intense glare. At first glance, he was frightening to say the least.
Quickly, you took your attention elsewhere, fearing meeting eyes with him. Instead, you watched as the already boiled water warmed up the teacups that were set out for the five of you in the room. The matching tea set was a marvel to look at, the fancy hand crafted gold details painted onto an onyx.
You attentively listened as the older man talked to your mother, reminding her how much of an honor it was for you to be marrying into the family. It was mid conversation when Naobito reached forward to pour the waiting hot water back into the teapot.
A good wife, the words rang through your mind as you quietly spoke up:
“please, allow me.” You reached forward, carefully taking the cups and pouring the water into the teapot. The old man seemed to hum, satisfied and though you craved it, you didn’t bother to see Naoya’s response.
With grace, you then filled everyone’s cups, letting the familiar scent of the sencha tea enter your nose. Everyone reached for their respective cups, silently drinking the freshly brewed tea.
Your mother and the older men continued to chat, discussing the upcoming wedding and the events that would follow. You paid no mind, most of it information that you were already well aware of. Yet, you did try and tune in whenever it was Naoya’s turn to speak, yet he never seemed to open his mouth.
Curiously, you lifted your head to see what type of expression Naoya is wearing only to catch his dark eyes. They seemed to lure you in, making you freeze in place, causing him to break out into a mischievous grin. Holding your breath you watched as he opened his mouth for the first time that evening.
“Father, don’t you think you should give me and my future wife a minute alone?” He raised an eyebrow, it was clear there was a hint of disrespect in his tone, not really caring that his father was the head of a powerful clan.
“Fine. I suppose we’ll discuss in further detail in the next room,” Naobito grunted, signalling the other man to stand up along with your mother. That same feeling of your heart climbing up your throat was back as you tilted your head up, trying to swallow any fear that resided within you.
The best analogy of Naoya’s eyes were daggers, the feeling that they were piercing into you. Reminding you of a wolf looks at a helpless lamb and in this case, you were the lamb. He rubbed his large hands over his body lip and at the same time as he proceeded to scan you carefully.
Without a word, he motioned with his fingers to move closer and without second guessing, you followed his orders. Being mindful of the teacup, you squirmed forward, slightly leaning over the low table.
He took his fingers and swiftly placed them on your jaw, squeezing your cheeks in the process. You almost jumped back, though his grip didn’t give you anywhere. Naoya had moved so quickly, you hadn’t even seen his hand leave its original position.
Now, you were forced to stare directly at him, making you catch your breath, trying not to look petrified. Yet, his grin stayed put on his face, as he began to speak once again.
“You’re a precious little thing, aren’t you?” You couldn’t help but blush at the question, Naoya continued, running his thumb over your bottom lip at the same time, “so obedient too, it’s a good thing for a woman to know her place.”
You breathing had become shaky, unsure what Naoya was going to do next. You could only blink as nod at his statement, a good wife still echoing through your skull.
“Get up,” he ordered with a serious tone, sending a shiver down your spine. There was nothing you could do other than listen to him and stand. He signaled to the empty spot next to him, where his father once sat.
You knelt on the cushion next to him, taking in how small you were compared to him. Naoya twisted his body, resting his elbow on the table.
“Come closer,” you understood what your mother meant by stern as his voice seemed to ring through the room. Carefully you inched towards him, mindful of your kimono. It was now that you were within arm span of each other and Naoya made it clear of that as he reached forward, gripping at the back of your neck.
He pulled your head down slightly, hovering over his lap and your eyes widened, seeing his dick print through his hakama. You felt a heat creep up over your neck, attempting to push back.
“Naoya-sama, what-what are you doing?” Your fingers began to tremble, your stomach dropping at his displeased face. His hand slithered from the back of your neck to around your throat as he pushed you up and back to your kneeling position. He observed the way your own hands pawed at his tightening hold.
With a sigh, Naoya let go, seemingly indifferent while you caught your breath, coughing a little bit.
“I’m sorry Naoya-sama,” you lowered your head on your own, “I don’t wish to upset you, it’s just that, we can’t, at least not before tomorrow.” By tomorrow he knew what you meant. Scoffing, Naoya snapped his attention to the wall across from him, paying you no mind as you were still rubbing over your sore throat.
“Then you better make it worth it,” he grit his teeth together, though he couldn’t blame you for wanting to keep yourself pure for him. Your eyebrows raised at his statement, feeling embarrassed and flustered all at the same time. He was quite the intimidating man.
Just on time, Nobito and your mother reentered the room, along with a handful of servants. The clan leader cleared his throat, singly you to stand and bow before him.
“The servants have prepared y/n’s chambers and they will see her off now.” You nodded your head, ignoring the fact he had failed to acknowledge you. A small part of you also hoped that despite Naoya’s agitated behaviour he would still wish you farewell. He didn’t, though.
You wouldn’t have much time to worry about it as you entered your room you knew rest was the best option. Tomorrow was a big day, afterall.