In his previous existence, Kagura was a youthful corporate drone who perished from the relentless grind of overwork. Yet, in this incarnation, he found himself reborn into a family of considerable affluence. His complete name was Sawamura Spencer Kagura, with Sawamura hailing from his mother's lineage and Spencer from his father's. The sprawling estate he called home was nestled in the southern outskirts of Chiba Prefecture, Japan. Not merely vast in its expanse, it was an exact facsimile, down to the last detail, of a venerable manor from his father's ancestral lands in England. Every element, from the masonry of the walls to the dining accoutrements, was bespoke, crafted to original specifications, a testament to his father's esteemed positions as a British duke and the ambassador to Japan. —Though he himself seldom found the opportunity to dwell within its walls. Naturally, in the fullness of time, all these possessions would be bequeathed to Kagura in impeccable condition.
Having concluded a rather disagreeable exchange with his mother, Kagura, upon reentering his chamber, succumbed to a wave of fatigue and unceremoniously collapsed onto the expansive bed, reclining in weary repose.
"Ah, what ill wind has blown through to leave you in such a state of exhaustion?" Hayasaka Ai, who had been patiently awaiting his return by the threshold, delivered her jest in a voice devoid of inflection. She then proceeded to shut the door and, turning her back to it, deftly engaged the lock with a soft click. Evidently, she had long since redonned her undergarments, and the rosy hue that had graced her cheeks moments before had faded into oblivion.
Kagura's eyes fluttered open, casting a brief glance in her direction before he beckoned her with a subtle motion of his hand. Without uttering a word, Hayasaka Ai approached the bed. She deftly removed her diminutive black leather boots and, assuming a kneeling posture, ascended onto the mattress. The fragrance of her beloved osmanthus perfume insistently invaded Kagura's senses, yet in an instant, Hayasaka Ai brazenly mounted his waist, her legs splayed rearward. With her hands firmly planted upon his shoulders, she leaned in close and inquired, "What troubles you, my inept young lord? Pray, what commands do you have for me?" From her elevated vantage point, she gazed down upon Kagura, her delicate fingers surreptitiously kneading his shoulders, which had grown rigid from his piano endeavors.
"A few vexations..." No sooner had the words left his lips than Hayasaka Ai repositioned her hands to rest near the vicinity of Kagura's nether regions. With an impassive countenance, she applied gentle pressure, her fingertips, adorned with a cyan-blue hue, tracing delicate circles upon the summit, querying, "Is this the matter at hand?"
"What sort of concern is that..." Kagura lightly tapped her bared knee and, with a smile of alleviation, remarked, "Hayasaka, I wish to inquire about your intentions for the days to come."
"As for the future..." Hayasaka Ai adjusted her posture, her finger idly resting upon her lip as she mused with a languid air, "In any event, you have no intention of releasing me from your service, do you?" —Should you even contemplate dismissing me, I shall exact a most intimate retribution!
"Verily, you are mine own; how could I ever countenance your departure? Yet, there is another matter I wish to broach..." Kagura exhaled softly, his hand coming to rest upon the silken expanse of Hayasaka Ai's legs. "My father has arranged a betrothal for me with one Shiina Mashiro. Are you acquainted with her?"
"Ah, I have caught wind of her—a prodigious young artist, the progeny of an earl. Does she not seem a fitting match for one of your station?" With an unwavering expression, Hayasaka Ai uttered these words and, with a deft motion, released the clasp of Kagura's belt.
"Pray, do not speak of it; I scarcely imagined I would be ensnared in an arranged union," Kagura remarked, his tone tinged with jest as he caressed Hayasaka Ai's leg. "What say you to the notion of eloping together?" Having spoken thus, he cast fervent winks in Hayasaka Ai's direction.
Hayasaka Ai extricated his belt, doubling it over and grasping it firmly in her right hand. With a playful "thwack," she administered a gentle lash to Kagura's left shoulder. Subsequently, she seized both ends and drew them taut, eliciting a sharp "snap" that reverberated through the air. Her eyes narrowed with a wicked glint as she intoned, "My esteemed Master Kagura, kindly confine such whimsical notions to the realm of slumber..." —Elopement may be impractical, yet there are other avenues we might explore... Nonetheless, I am gladdened by your desire to abscond with me.
"Tsk, you dare to strike me with the belt?" Kagura drew in a sharp breath through his teeth, and his hands once more sought to grasp Hayasaka Ai's posterior. Naturally, Hayasaka Ai's blow was devoid of any real force, much like the gentle slap he had bestowed upon her when departing the music chamber. Such exchanges were merely the affectionate jests that colored their daily interactions.
"Have you not likewise employed the belt upon my person? Indeed, you have administered such treatment to my derriere, my bosom, and even more intimate regions." Her visage betraying no emotion, Hayasaka Ai sequentially laid her hands upon her chest, her posterior, and ultimately, the juncture of her thighs.
Following a brief interlude of quietude, Kagura indulged in a languorous stretch, his head oscillating in dismay as he exhaled a sigh. "Pray, enlighten me," he implored, "how might I extricate myself from this imposed matrimonial arrangement?"
"Simply excise your manhood and its accoutrements, and the matter shall be resolved in perpetuity." With her right hand, Hayasaka Ai mimed the action of scissors, accompanying it with a suggestive "snip."
"My, my...! That you can utter such dreadful propositions without so much as a flicker of emotion. Take heed, lest I retaliate by sealing your nether regions!"
"Hmph..." Hayasaka Ai emitted a derisive chuckle, her hand partially veiling her lips as she taunted, "In that case, ere half a day has elapsed, you would doubtless employ your tongue to undo the sutures, all the while savoring my intimate folds with your mouth."
Rendered momentarily mute, Kagura could only gesture obscenely with his middle finger towards Hayasaka Ai, his eyes rolling in exasperation as he grumbled, "Be that as it may, I have no desire for an arranged union. My knowledge of this Shiina Mashiro is scant, yet rumor has it she is a witless marionette incapable of even donning her own attire. My predilections lean towards maidens who possess a modicum of autonomy, the ability to navigate daily life, and perhaps a touch of mischief."
"Venting your frustrations to me shall avail you naught," Hayasaka Ai remarked, her head cocked to one side as she delivered her rejoinder with a hint of lassitude. "Moreover, your criteria for an ideal partner are exceedingly vague... Could you not furnish a more precise description?"
"Alas, save for you, my interactions with the fairer s*x are nonexistent. Pray, assist me in devising a stratagem, my dear Hayasaka, my miracle worker!"
"Pray tell, with which ocular organ did you perceive a satchel of wonders upon my abdomen? Furthermore, I am not in the least corpulent! And, as I previously intimated, the solution lies in the excision of your manly attributes..."
"Eureka! A revelation has struck me!" Kagura exclaimed, leveraging himself into a semi-upright position upon the bed, his eyes alight with earnest determination. "I shall procure a paramour of my own choosing and surreptitiously file the nuptial documents with her. My progenitors shall be powerless to compel a dissolution of the union, nor would they countenance the transgression of bigamy!"
"Ah, I comprehend..." Hayasaka Ai responded, her countenance remaining impassive as she formed her right hand into a fist, symbolizing encouragement. "However, for an individual such as yourself, Master Kagura—who shuns societal engagements and instead devotes his days to... intimate attentions toward his maid and playful torment—can such a singular gentleman truly secure a consort willing to enter into matrimony within a mere handful of months? I must confess, I harbor grave doubts."
"In that case, Hayasaka, consent to be my bride! You are my sole confidante!!" With abrupt fervor, Kagura seized Hayasaka Ai by the shoulders, his breath issuing forth in heated exhalations.
"Heh heh heh..." Hayasaka Ai demurred, averting her gaze as she murmured with feigned disinterest, "Were you not intent on seeking a fitting paramour? To solicit my hand directly—does that not constitute an unfair advantage? Moreover, are you not averse to arranged unions? Yet here you are, proposing to orchestrate one for your devoted maid."
"Yet, you do not refute the notion that you would consent to wed me, do you?!"
"Would my refusal alter the course of events? Nay, it would be prudent for you to seek another. For even should I acquiesce, such a union might readily be invalidated."
"Indeed, you speak truth..." Kagura maintained his grasp upon Hayasaka's shoulder with his left hand, while his right hand balled into a determined fist. With fervent resolve, he pledged, "Very well! I shall endeavor to secure a worthy maiden's hand in marriage ere Shiina Mashiro sets foot upon Japanese soil!! Thus shall I render my parents utterly confounded!"
"Ah... do your utmost, do your utmost..." Hayasaka Ai offered a perfunctory applause, her countenance betraying an apathy that unmistakably conveyed the sentiment "abandon this folly at once." Rendered mute by her reaction, Kagura relinquished his posture and reclined once more upon the bed.
"Yet, upon reflection..." Kagura extended his hand, his fingers methodically caressing her posterior, his gaze locked upon her cerulean orbs as he confessed, "Though matrimony with you may be unattainable, my desire for you remains undiminished..."
At these words, Hayasaka Ai discarded Kagura's belt and inclined her body towards him, bestowing a tender kiss upon his brow. Subsequently, she elevated her right hand and administered two delicate slaps to his left cheek, her voice a whisper of icy detachment as she murmured, "Thus, my esteemed Master Kagura, after this protracted circumlocution, your ultimate desire is merely to bed me, is it not? Such superfluous verbiage..."
"Damnation!" Kagura encircled Hayasaka Ai's waist with his arms and, with a swift motion, reversed their positions, subjugating her beneath his form. Indeed, his carnal desires towards Hayasaka Ai were undeniable, yet his declaration regarding the pursuit of a spouse was uttered in earnest.
The abrupt maneuver elicited a twinge of discomfort in her dorsal region, yet she merely furrowed her brow, her gaze unwavering as it bore into his. Her visage oscillated between derision and anticipation, a duality that underscored her enigmatic nature. To Kagura, Hayasaka Ai remained an unfathomable enigma, a maiden shrouded in mystery.
"My cherished yet inept lord, must I still guide you through the intricacies of such endeavors at this juncture?" With the back of her hand, Hayasaka Ai tenderly caressed her own cheek, her eyes casting a sidelong glance in his direction.
Already simmering with ire, and now further perturbed by the matter of his betrothed, Kagura's temper flared. With haste, he divested himself of his nether vestments, casting them heedlessly upon the floor. Positioning himself astride her bosom, he inclined his form and brought his turgid member to bear against her lips.
Without the need for verbal prompting, Hayasaka Ai adeptly parted her lips and commenced to lavish him with her lingual attentions, her expertise honed through countless encounters with Kagura. Her pliant tongue elicited waves of pleasurable numbness, prompting him to seize her lateral tress and propel himself forward, embedding his member deeply within the confines of her oral cavity.
She emitted muffled sounds, "Mm... mm..." With diligent effort, she endeavored to encircle as much of him as possible with her tongue, her eyes shut tight as she bobbed her head in a rhythmic motion, engulfing him. Her ministrations rendered his substantial endowment rigid beyond measure, the veins pulsating with engorged vitality.
Concurrently, Hayasaka Ai's hands were far from quiescent. Her digits had surreptitiously ventured beneath the hem of her somber skirt, infiltrating her undergarments to tenderly caress the vicinity of her still-dampened intimate folds. She coaxed forth the nectar that so enraptured Kagura, ensuring the inner sanctum was thoroughly anointed, the essence gradually exuding to be artfully distributed by her fingertips across the surrounding contours and exquisite prominences.
Over the preceding years, they had engaged in such intimate exchanges countless times, yet they had perpetually refrained from consummating their relationship fully. Their habitual repartee and playful jibes served merely as a prelude to their amorous dalliances.
Gripping her lateral tress, Kagura persistently drove his ardent member into the recesses of her mouth, his motions so vigorous that she struggled for breath, verging on a coughing fit. Only then did he, with palpable reluctance, withdraw. Upon her recovery from a brief spate of coughing, he resumed his fervent incursions, eliciting tears that brimmed at the corners of her eyes as she valiantly strove to endure, her gaze beseeching him for mercy.
By this juncture, Kagura had grown thoroughly acclimated to Hayasaka Ai's oral ministrations; achieving climax through such means alone had become a formidable challenge.