The bitter smell of weed crept into the bathroom and into your nostrils. You sighed and left the bathroom.

“Is this how you’re going to deal with this?”

He lounged on the bed, a bong placed on the bedside table for the maids to deal with.

“You think I wanted a wife…?” he asked with a bitter smile.

You hopped on the bed, onto his lap. You aligned your heat with his package. Genji put his hands on your hips. He couldn’t help it; he wanted to touch you. His fingers were gentle, waved back and forth against your skin. He would have been firmer, but he was too far gone. Couldn’t concentrate. His dick rose on its own, pushing the front of his boxers against your sex. He did nothing about it, but you didn’t want him to. Arousal was enough for now.

You bent down over him, with your hands on the bed on either side of his face.

“We’re married now,” you said. His lips twisted into a sneer, and he looked away. “I’m going to be faithful to this marriage and so are you.”

“And if I am not?” he asked, still not meeting your eyes.

“Then you’re getting punished.”

Genji turned his head to stare at you, dazed. “What…”

He was too slow to stop you from crawling forward and depositing your sex on his face. He spoke in surprise, his lips and breath tickling your labia. You leaned back to let him speak.

“What was that?” you asked.

“No, no…come back.”

His gaze was glued to your sex, which shined with slick. You had left a damp spot on the front of his boxers after you moved. You returned to your seat on his face. He mouthed at your lips and clit. You sighed and started to roll your hips.

Genji ran his fingertips firmly over the tent in his boxers. His cock hardened further beneath the fabric. He eventually pulled his cock out of the hole in the front to get off on your soft parts on his face. You had no plans to move just yet, and he wasn’t in a hurry.

You both spent the good part of an hour on a slow build of pleasure in your lower bellies. Genji came on his stomach, then drank in your slick as you orgasmed quietly.

“That was a punishment?” he asked with a smirk when you got off.

“You would have rather had sex, right?”

You tossed him a towel from the bathroom to clean up.

“I had no idea it was an option.”

“Behave, and it will be,” you told him. You stretched lazily, getting the kinks out of your muscles from sitting in one position for so long. “You’re so good at oral, though. It pleases me.”

Genji barked laughter at your wording. But he would see. You laid down the law, piece by piece, the next few weeks. If he behaved, he would get pussy. If he didn’t, you pinned him down with said pussy. He couldn’t resist, either way. Neither could you, especially when he had a habit of walking around your shared suite shirtless or less. He didn’t seem to like wearing clothes.

When Genji slipped up, when he cheated, you slept in the guest suite. You didn’t let him touch you. You made such a fuss about it, that word got back to his father. He sat you down and asked what was wrong. You would have liked Mr. Shimada to put his son in his place instead.

You explained about what Genji did to upset you.

“He is a free bird,” Mr. Shimada replied, brushing off your complaint.

“Well, it’s not good enough,” you stated, holding your chin high.

Mr. Shimada laughed and wished you luck with that. Though, he did see Genji after. Who came sulking back to you.

“You were scolded?” you asked with a smirk.

He sat on the bed, and you sat on his lap. He held you, putting his cheek on your shoulder.

“Yes,” he huffed. “He wants me only in our bed.”

“Ha!”

“…because he wants us to have babies.”

You exploded into laughter. You don’t know how Genji didn’t see this coming. He sulked harder.

“You don’t want sex?”

“I do not want babies,” he muttered.

“I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind if we waited.”

Genji wasn’t ready to raise children, anyway, but you didn’t tell him that in case it bruised his ego.

“Get tested,” you told him, wiggling in your seat.

He swore softly as your ass brushed his crotch. He glared stubbornly back at you.

“Get tested, and I will, too. Then we can fuck all you want.”

Genji doubted it would be that easy, but you showed him you had a habit of sticking to your word. Your test came back clean, and you showed him the paper to prove it. His came back positive, but nothing incurable.

“Seeeee? Maybe being married won’t be so bad. We’re already behaving like a team.”

His reply was thoughtful silence. Then he glanced at you suspiciously.

“Why are you so okay with this?”

Good question. You didn’t ask for this, either. You had to leave your family. You lived with strangers now. Strange servants, too.

“I decided I couldn’t fight it. I might as well make the best of it.”