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The first steps of your marital journey were paved with hardship and misery.
Naoya raised the back of his hand to you again, despite having struck you multiple times already. He wasn’t finished yet. According to your cruel and callous husband, the message still wasn’t getting across.
"Haven’t you learned your place yet, wife ?"
The way he spat out that last word sounded as if he were cursing you right to your soul. It always made you shiver with disdain.
"Well? Answer me! Don't make me go get the belt," he threatened further, taking another step towards where you knelt on the hardwood.
Naoya wasn't in the best of moods today.
Poor thing, he was just made aware that he would not in fact be the head of the Zen’in clan. And, of course he placed the blame directly upon you for some unknown reason.
Naoya's body language showed exactly how much he resented you, how much he wanted to break you down for his own self satisfaction. He kept reminding you it was for your own good, but you knew better. Naoya was just trying to make you subservient, bend you to his will and supreme authority. But, Naoya Zen’in didn’t know who he was dealing with. You were a wild stallion, cunning and headstrong. And most importantly, untamable.
“Yes, dear,” you muttered in apathy, holding your reddened cheek. It didn’t hurt so much anymore. Some ice would reduce the swelling. You were merely acting the part, hoping to gain a bit of sympathy from your husband. But, sympathy would find him at a loss this time too.
“Hmph. Don’t you dear me…” He went on to berate you for several long minutes while you bowed your head in silence. How cruel was your fate that you were forced to marry such a brute.
Naoya was no different than your father. And you’d learned from an early age the evils of men. Spite, being a bitter seed that cannot be un-swallowed, instead, you carried it with you, keeping it hidden beneath your calm and calculating exterior until such a time would come for you to plant your poison in Naoya’s heart. Smart and cunning as you were, it was a good thing too. You were tough enough to handle Naoya’s daily beatings and jarring taunts without shedding a single tear of sorrow—something you knew innately pissed the man off.
Maybe this was the reason why the Zen’in clan had paid such a hefty sum of money for your womb. You knew your family had no choice in the matter but to sell you off. Your father had his debts to pay. Though, you and Naoya had only been married for a few weeks now and the honeymoon period wore off long before it ever began.
"Wife," Naoya barked. You raised your head up slowly and watched as your husband’s eyes narrowed in contempt, staring down his nose at you. "Get back in the kitchen and make me something to eat.”
He then turned and started making his way out of the room, only to pause briefly and regard you with another insensitive remark. “And you better not feed me that same dog shit from last night either. Make me something new, something good for once."
With that, he walked onward, leaving you alone to tend to his request.
You sighed heavily, relaxing your shoulders. You knew what was in store for you should you displease Naoya tonight. But still, a part of you wished things could be different, that you could find some sort of happiness with him. It was all you ever wanted from marriage—the promise of love and devotion forever. Your vows were as good as meaningless without this important bond. Naoya only cared about himself, fulfilling his own selfish desires while disregarding yours. The arrogant narcissist. They commonly attracted one another, and used each other for personal gain. Naoya expected you to bear him a pure line of powerful sorcerer heirs. Perhaps then he’d show you some respect. But, you didn’t want to wait that long. You had to find another way into his heart.
You gradually rose to your feet and went off the kitchens to begin preparing a meal for your dear husband.
Poison was an option, surely.
Except, that would be too quick, too easy, traceable too. No, you had to wear him down properly. You still needed him, you depended on Naoya Zen’in afterall. You had to try something else. And so, you would do your best to craft a special kind of meal fit for Mr. Perfect. After all, Naoya was your husband and you had to show him respect as well. At least, you could pretend that much, bide your time a little longer for your bud of spite to bloom.
Of course, the idea of spitting into his food had crossed your mind too. But, you thought better of it. You weren’t that immature, and besides, Naoya probably wouldn't even notice. He despised everything you cooked, calling your food shit. Though, curiously, he’d often lick his plate clean every time.
It irritated you that no matter what you did, Naoya always found something to nitpick you about. He was not an easy one to impress. Even so, you couldn’t let him break your spirit. You’d try your very hardest to fit his mold, to be the best wife you could be. You would earn his respect one way or another. Not for Naoya, no, but for your own honor and pride. You would be the one to dominate him.
So, you rolled up your sleeves and with renewed determination, you finished whipping up a lavish three course meal for your fastidious husband.
With the table set for dinner, everything was in place. Everything was picture perfect. All you had left to do was to summon Naoya. This part always made you uneasy. Naoya’s mood could be so disastrously unpredictable at times, the majority of which, you were severely punished for interrupting him in his study. But, if you waited too long, his food would get cold and that would be another matter for Naoya to lose his temper over.
Either way, you were undoubtedly fucked.
So, you decided to hell with it, and marched upstairs to go knock on his door.
“Dinner is ready, Nao,” you called, pleasantly enough.
After Naoya didn’t answer straight away, you slid the door open just a crack to see him engrossed in his work. His abundant cursed energy could be felt leaking from him as he sat there at his desk, angrily scribing out a letter. Then, he sighed in vexation, stood up and made his way over to you. Only then did his sharp eyes meet yours, a scowl there on his face as well.
"What do you want?" Naoya growled tiredly.
“It’s time for dinner,” you said to him, giving your plainest of smiles despite some lingering internal resignation. “Won't you join me? Or would you prefer to eat alone in your study like a spider?”
There was a small dose of venom in your words, but it was only a lighthearted jab Naoya was sure to overlook in his state of hunger.
His stomach rumbled quite audibly then, and you watched in haughty amusement as his eyes lit up slightly and his nostrils flared, taking in the alluring scents wafting in from downstairs. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. The trap was set.
With a curt nod, Naoya brushed past you and descended the stairs two at a time—with you following not three paces behind him. You watched closely as Naoya’s gaze swept over the dining table, at the exquisite spread laid out before him. You could even see a twinkle of surprise glisten there in his russet-brown eyes for a moment and you knew right then that you had finally won his favor.
"Looks… decent," muttered Naoya, seating himself at the head of the table.
Your lips twitched upward.
That was the closest thing to a genuine compliment you had ever received from your husband. Nevertheless, you didn’t let your pride go to your head just yet. You began serving Naoya dutifully, piling food onto his plate before serving yourself a modest portion to keep your figure looking trim. Not only that, you knew Naoya would want seconds. He tended to eat tremendously—all that protein going straight for his bulging muscles.
You watched him from your seated position to his right, curious to see his reaction to the exotic flavors of your cuisine. Naoya's eyes widened ever so slightly as he took a bite of ikameshi. It was a new recipe you decided to try as a last resort. And you were delighted to see that it was blowing your husband’s mind at present. You followed his lead, letting the rich and complex flavors of your stuffed squid melt in your mouth.
Judging by the absence of cursed energy in the room, you could surmise that your cooking had garnered a positive change within Naoya’s soul. He even let a faint moan of pleasure slip past his lips while he chewed and swallowed.
"Hm. Not bad," Naoya remarked with a dull sniff and continued eating. But, when you searched deeper, you found exactly what you had been seeking all along.
A tiny blip of respect.
Your hard work had paid off at last.
“Thank you, dearest.” A modest reply from you.
"I mean it. You really outdid yourself this time."
You turned to Naoya in disbelief only to see him regarding you already. He reached over the table and took hold of your hand delicately in his, giving it a light squeeze to reinforce his next words.
"I'm actually… kinda proud of you,” he said.
Your jaw fell open.
You were so used to being met with cruel indifference and heartless disregard that you were rendered speechless for a time.
Naoya Zen’in had said he took pride in you, a woman!
You still couldn’t believe those words had graced your eardrums. Oh, how you’d longed to hear such endearing words your whole life—being a child of neglect. And now that they had been spoken unto you, now that Naoya was gazing at you with such great fondness, such affection… all you could manage was a soft, pale smile. All you could do was let him hold your hand and watch him take comfort in your food—eagerly consuming every morsel, every scrap left on his plate and then some.
After a couple minutes spent adrift, you managed to find your words. “I’m pleased that you like it, Nao. You must've been starving.”
"Not even," Naoya chuckled, polishing off the rest of his meal. "That just really hit the spot. Exactly what I needed after today… Well done."
The praise was almost too much for you to bear.
And when Naoya flashed you that charming grin of his, you nearly wept on the spot. You’d never seen him this happy with you before. You couldn't believe Naoya was actually enjoying your cooking, your presence. As luck would have it, you had found a secret passage into your husband’s heart. And, unbeknownst to you, it may or may not have had something to do with your innate technique.
Naoya leaned back in his chair and gazed at you appreciatively, picking his teeth. That subtle glimmer in his eyes told you what he was up to. He wanted more, like a bottomless pit. He was undoubtedly wondering what else you could do to please him now that his belly was full and his hunger satiated. Though, a hunger of another kind began to make itself known to you in his eyes.
"You’re a real fine wife, Y/N.” Then, he paused and corrected himself. “ My fine wife."
You sat up a little straighter in your chair, letting your ego inflate further.
“Yes, I know,” you purred confidently, leaning in closer to boldly tease Naoya’s short, tinted locks between your fingertips. At your touch, he revealed a sultry grin. The mood between you had shifted considerably and all it took was some extra effort and a good meal to dissolve your husband’s frosty exterior into a fine mailable putty in your hands.
But then, suddenly, his eyes narrowed at you in suspicion. It would seem he’d wizened up to your intentions, clever as he was.
"Okay, quit it. That’s enough," Naoya said, batting your hand away from him. His expression darkened to an extent while he regarded you from beneath those long eyelashes. “Go upstairs and wait for me in our bedroom. I think it's time we had a little… discussion."
You knew what that meant. You were either going to be punished or be fucked stupid. Or both. Still, you obeyed your husband and quietly did as you were told to do, leaving the servants to clear away the dishes as you climbed the steps. Though, not without swaying your hips a bit, inviting Naoya to come check out your ass as you went. You liked to imagine him letting out a shaky breath as soon as you were out of earshot, his mind a blur, trying to figure out what it was he was feeling towards you. It would exhilarate and terrify him at once—this newfound appreciation for you, his lawful wife. But, you couldn't shake the illusion that you were wrong about Naoya, that your impression of him was a false one, that your trap hadn’t actually worked. Were you a fool to think he could change his tune so quickly? Evil men often could not be fixed overnight...
Your stomach flipped when you heard Naoya’s heavy footsteps ascending the solid wood stairs, and a moment later he appeared, standing in the open doorway to your chamber. His cheeks were flushed mildly as if he had downed a shot of tequila shortly before his arrival. You simply watched him from the large, centuries old, four-poster bed you both shared, waiting for him to begin your… discussion.
"C’mere," Naoya commanded. The rich tenor of his voice gave no indication that he was drunk. Perhaps this was a test. Either way, you went obediently to him like the good wife you were, a sweet and demure smile laced to your lips, eyes bright and attentive.
Of course, you thought Naoya’s dominance towards you to be somewhat appealing in this instance—his hooded gaze melting your core. That is, until he lunged forward suddenly, grabbed you by the throat and shoved you up against the plaster-coated wall. His eyes were wild with unhinged desire, staring furiously at you.
"You fucking tease," he growled in your ear, his breath, hot upon your flesh. "It’s your fault I’m always so distracted. I can hardly function with you around. You drive me fucking crazy!"
Naoya crashed his lips to yours before you could say anything in response, his tongue forcing its way through, invading your mouth while a rough hand roamed down your body, hastily getting your kimono untied.
This was not unusual behavior for Naoya in the slightest.
He often struggled with impulse control, unable to keep his wrath in check. He was always possessive and violent towards you.
What struck you by surprise, though, was that honest sense of urgency and lust that stirred your very own desire for him. Your barbaric husband couldn't get enough of you, it would seem. How could he? You were the woman who had successfully managed to bring the monster to his knees and get him to admit that he was proud of you, that he held a special place for you. That was a good start. Conditions were perfect for dedication and, eventually, love to sprout next.
You had successfully placed Naoya under your sexual spell, one which reduced him to this primitive being who was currently jerking his hips forward, grinding his hard length against your mound. His kisses became more demanding too, more passionate and heated, bruising your lips while he squeezed your throat with one hand and attempted to tear off your gown with the other.
It was all very hot and good. The dizzying effect of having your airway closed off, was most welcome—in moderation.
Acting on your own instincts, you couldn’t help but lean into your husband’s ferocious touch. He soon released your throat in favor of your breast, fondling vehemently. This elicited more moans from you, which were swallowed up at once, leading you to arch your back against him. Your hands quickly came to rest on Naoya’s prominent chest muscles, enjoying the subtle way they flexed beneath your fingertips through the starchy fabric of his clothes.
You kissed with such raw passion previously fueled by hatred, now spawning something new.
At last, Naoya broke away to meet you with a lusty glaze in his eyes. "I want you so fucking bad, Y/N," he breathed. Then, he picked you up, your kimono falling from your shoulders, bunching around your hips as he carried you over to the bed where he laid you reverently down on fresh silken sheets. The mattress dipped as he caged you beneath his hulking frame.
"Say you want me too," Naoya demanded more sternly. “Say it!”
“I want you, Nao, only you.” You catered to him. And to demonstrate your loyalty further, you wiggled out of your kimono and spread your legs outward, revealing to Naoya that you weren’t wearing any underwear beneath your whole ensemble. And you watched your husband’s expression transform into a foreign mask of disbelief.
“Goddamn, that’s hot…” Naoya’s tongue darted out to circle his lips, captivated by the sight of your smooth bare pussy presented to him like an entrée.
Within moments, he shot down between your thighs, wrapped his arms tightly around your legs, keeping them spread open while he dragged his tongue up through your folds, setting you ablaze.
“Oh, yes! Nao, yes…!” you cried out spontaneously, grasping and pulling at his hair.
He’d never gone down on you like this before—him being a selfish lover. But, it would seem Naoya wasn’t as selfish as you had previously thought. His deep moans responded to your own while he devoured your pussy as hungrily and enthusiastically as he had with his dinner. His fingers soon joined in the fray to tease your slit, gauging your readiness for entry, not that it would even matter. Naoya would take you either way.
"Mm, fuck," he breathed against your core, eyes flickering upward to meet your gaze. "You’re so wet for me, aren’t ya?"
You nodded your head coyly.
Naoya sat up and released his erect member from the confines of his hakama before disrobing himself entirely. And then, he promptly mounted you, sliding his cock into your slick heat without another second to spare—he was so very eager to be inside you.
“Fuck, yeah!” Naoya moaned over your wanton cries, tossing his head back to remark towards the ceiling just how amazing you felt to him in this moment. He started thrusting without skipping a beat, his hips snapping forward and back, meeting yours in a fluid rhythm of his own creation, forcing you to adapt or be left behind in the dust.
“Oh! Nao!” Regardless, you cried out in rapture to it all, just as much a slave to Naoya as he was to you—bound forever by an unbreakable vow.
Sex with Naoya always used to be such a chore, an afterthought, something only done out of obligation. But, not this time. You absolutely adored this newfound power over your husband, driving the man insane with lust for you, taking all of his power and turning it against him. It was a feeling you had to chase, to seize control over your relationship. You wanted it all, his pride, his respect, his love, all of it. You wanted Naoya to absolutely worship you. And your inner walls were in agreement as well. They gripped Naoya’s cock hard as he pounded into you at that fervent pace, inadvertently stimulating your weak spot further. A stray bolt of static electricity skittered down your legs from the base of your spine and you bit back a moan, subsequently coming undone beneath your husband.
“Yeah! That’s it, cum for me! Cum on my fucking cock, baby… Yeah! Good wife, such a good fucking wife you are, Y/N… nghh! Gonna cum now… gonna… give you my seed, okay? You like that? You like that, huh? Like it when I fill you with my… aah!”
Naoya became so lost in the passion raging like an inferno between you, that he was reduced to incoherent speech from here. He made low grunting sounds with each vigorous thrust, skin slapping skin, he was thrusting harder and faster into your wet heat, beating it into a pulp, sending you careening off into oblivion over and over again.
You couldn't believe just how good it felt to finally have your husband at the mercy of your seduction, he was completely yours just as much as you were…
"Mine!" growled Naoya, his breaths thick and deliriously heavy. "Mine… for all eternity…!"
Then, he slammed his cock into you one final time before stalling. He came deep inside your cunt, releasing his hot load in abundance. Your bodies pulsed as one, forming a deeper connection to one another. And when Naoya had finally exhausted himself—cursed energy waning—he collapsed down onto your trembling form, satisfied for the time being. You both were.
“That’s right, my love… all yours,” you murmured with a smile by his ear, feeling Naoya’s warm, fast breaths caressing your skin.
Overwhelmed by the calm tranquility that came shortly after a shared orgasm, you rubbed your husband’s muscular back in soothing circles, up and down, enjoying the feel of his full weight resting directly on top of you like this—his heart pounding in sync with yours.
“Mhm…” Naoya groaned deeply, roused out of his drowsy state of euphoria only for a brief moment.
After another minute or two his breathing returned to normal and he brought himself up on his fists, smiling down at you with a strange mask of contentment there over his face.
You knew that he knew that he'd never find another woman like you during his lifetime, one that would tolerate his temper, his brutality, his misogynistic comments. You were irreplaceable, the only woman capable of loving an animal such as him. And he was extremely lucky to have you. In this state of clarity, Naoya felt the need to let you know just how much he truly appreciated you.
"You're absolutely perfect, Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing along your forehead while he spoke. "I don’t need control over the Zen’in clan. I have everything I need right here."
After sharing in some more tender kisses and sweet pillow talk, Naoya carefully rolled off of you and pulled your body into his warm and protective embrace. He held you like this for some time, spooning you dutifully and kissing your neck and shoulder. His loving aftercare surprised you initially, but you soon adapted, letting Naoya indulge himself further, blissfully unaware of his own crafty manipulation of your emotions.
You could feel his heart beating steadily against your back, his slow and even breaths sweeping past your hair, the temperature rising in his body making his skin cling to yours. He had fallen asleep. Naoya was at his most docile like this, and at his most impressionable too. But, your plans to fully dominate the man would have to wait. You were too warm and too content to bother with any of that now. This small victory was enough.
And so, you let your eyes flutter closed, lulled into a deeper state of slumber by the soothing sounds of your dear husband sleeping peacefully behind you.
The End.