He did end up taking you for ramen. That seemed like his one weakness, besides sex. When the food arrived, he went quiet and focused only on eating. He barely spared a glance at the cute, young serving girl. It was nice to have some quiet time alone with him. Then your phone beeped with a text message.

He only tolerates you because he wants to fuck you.

“Who is this?!” you blurted out angrily.

“Show me.”

You let Genji see the number. He squinted at it.

“It’s Aoi.” His sister.

“Ahhhh. Do you believe me now?”

You leaned on the wooden bar with your elbow to regard him, waiting for an answer.

“What do you want me to do? She is as stubborn as Hanzo.”

“She’s harassing me, Genji.”

“She is just… She is just jealous that you get to go out, and she doesn’t. Ever since our papa has been in danger, he won’t let her go far.”

Aoi was in a jealous, indignant rage. She got into her papa’s collection of sake, the bottles he sometimes shared with Hanzo. She was hurting over a lost time where she was close to her brothers. Now they were moving on with their lives. Hanzo trained and met with the elders all day. Genji got fucking married. Aoi wasn’t even allowed to leave the house to find her own company. All she did was study accounting to help with the clan’s finances. Which she was good at, but you can only stare at numbers for so long before getting lonely. The bottle and a half of sake convinced her that was it was totally okay to send you nasty texts, since lashing out at Hanzo or Genji wouldn’t get her anywhere.

Another text: You just wanted our money, you whore.

Genji sighed and texted his sister, telling her to stop it. He promised to take her some takeout.

Not unless some fucking freedom comes in that container, she replied.

You enjoyed the ramen, but when you were finished, you weren’t happy.

“I don’t want to go home,” you said, shaking your head. It was odd to call the Shimada castle your home, but the point was, you felt unwelcome there while Aoi was on the rampage.

Genji felt the need to entertain you. “We could, uhhh…go to the club. We are not dressed for it, but it won’t matter since you’re with me.”

That was half a boast and half a fact. The bouncer gave Genji a nod and didn’t bother to look you over. He assumed you were Genji’s latest conquest, not the other way around.

This was Genji’s area of expertise. His stomping grounds. It became apparent pretty quick that you would have to make it clear to everyone that Genji didn’t belong to them and this club anymore. He belonged to you. Genji took you to the bar first to introduce you and get the first drink of the night.

You waved the hand that had your wedding rings in greeting. The bartender assumed you were cheating on a spouse with Genji, not married to him.

The bartender gave him what you considered an unnecessary compliment, and you grabbed Genji’s crotch under the bar. His eyes flew wide open. The bartender gave him a weird look, then went back to work. You massaged his package gently, feeling it harden in your hand. He may have bucked slightly into your touch. Genji took you to a booth, and another club-goer, perhaps an old friend of his, couldn’t keep her cleavage to herself. Genji started to flirt with her, but you cut him off by nipping at his ear. He gasped, his cheeks turning pink. You took his hand to hold.

You felt up him lots more, squeezing his inner thigh, slipping your hand in his shirt, and kissing his neck, before he lost patience with you.

“You won’t let me do anything without driving me insane.”

He sat next to you in the booth at the back of the club, glaring at you, but with lust softening the edge of his stare.

“I’ll give you something to do. Get me a drink, please.”

He did, and it amused you to watch him walk about with an obvious tent in his slacks. He came back with the drink. Once he sat down, you slid over into his lap and got comfy. Genji sighed with the little relief he got relaxing back and pressing his cock into your rear. You rocked gently back and forth, Genji almost purring from the steady stimulation. An hour of that, and he could cum. Instead, you pawed at the side of his face.

“We should go back. Your sister can’t still be mad. Or awake.”

Genji eyed you sleepily, then sat up with you. He called one of the family’s personal drivers to come get you both. A black, nondescript car arrived after a short wait, and you both got in.

“That was a fun night,” were glad to admit with a smile at your new husband.

“I am happy to hear it,” Genji replied.

He used a knuckle under your chin to guide you towards him for a deep kiss. He tasted bitter, sweet, and salty from the ramen and the drinks. It came to a natural end, and you dipped forward to whisper to him about what a good boy he was. Each word set his world spinning faster.

“Please,” Genji said, grasping your thigh with his hand. Fingers dug into the flesh there. “I need it.”

“Need what?”

He pulled your hand over to palm his erection.

“Wait until we get home. I’m not some tramp who fucks in a moving car.”

He made a frustrated noise and let go of your hand.

“Hey.” You ran a finger down the top of his thigh. “Let me remind you that good behaviour gets rewarded.”

Genji blushed deeply in the darkness of the car. He was really glad no one else heard him agree quietly.