"Think, bitches! We need Takeomi's assistance since he and Troy suspect us," I expressed in a state of urgency, desperately brainstorming for a strategic course of action. With the sound of approaching footsteps growing louder and more imminent, my adrenaline-fueled impulse urged me to swiftly dash into Takeomi's room, where I swiftly sought refuge by concealing myself under the bed.

"You're being incredibly foolish, Marga," Y/n criticized, once again pointing out the obvious flaw in my actions. But what other choice do I have? This room is much larger than ours, and it's my first time being here.

"Shh, stop complaining and trust my plan," I lowered my voice to a whisper, inclining my head and carefully glancing over the edge of the bed. Gradually, my eyes spotted Takeomi's unmistakable pair of shoes, which immediately caught my attention.

"I'm feeling tired," Lili stated before leaving us once again.

Knowing that Takeomi was aware of my presence, I nervously pushed myself up in order to escape this confined space. As I looked up at Takeomi, I noticed he was shirtless and lighting a cigarette. It was at that moment I realized I was kneeling before him.

"We're loyal, right?" a question posed by Y/n. Don't ask such a question, Y/n. I find myself questioning my own loyalty. After all, it's only about sex and it doesn't cause any harm.

"Do you need anything?" Takeomi inquired, evoking a sense of tranquility within my heart while simultaneously fueling my desires to greater heights. He undeniably personifies the epitome of a desirable and attractive person. "Given that we are already tainted with sin, what harm would come from indulging in another sinful act?" I responded with a mischievous smirk, initiating a passionate connection by placing my lips upon his. His hands firmly embraced my waist, reciprocating the kiss with fervor and intensity.

The taste of the cigarette lingered on his lips.

The scent of the cigarette permeated his breath.

I couldn't help but release a gentle moan as he intensified the intimacy of our embrace. Undeniably, his kissing ability surpassed my expectations, leaving me thoroughly impressed. However, I couldn't help but ponder the reason behind his lack of interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with another woman following his divorce.

In a moment of aggression, Takeomi abruptly shifted my body towards a grandiose mirror, his grasp around my neck becoming increasingly firm, and his other hand fiercely embedding his nails into my delicate flesh. "Do you need my help?" I inhaled deeply, allowing my lungs to fill with air, and I acknowledged with a nod. At that moment, my mind went blank, momentarily unable to recall the specific type of help that I needed.

"Tell me you're the one responsible for the maid's massacre," He whispered softly into the crook of my neck, displaying his unwavering dominance. I am enduring this task solely for the benefit of Haruchiyo, reassuring myself that I have the strength to overcome any challenges that may arise in the future.

"Yes, and so what?" As his cigarette seared my fragile flesh, I felt a slight grimace escape my lips as a response to the intense pain. Despite the tormenting sensation, an uncontrollable urge swept over me, compelling me to react with a passionate kiss pressed against his lips.

"That's why Haruchiyo can't get enough of you, you're irresistible," He whispered softly, gradually removing my clothes, as he knelt down in front of me. Taking one of my legs and gently placing it over his shoulder, he proceeded to place tender kisses along the sensual area of my inner thighs.

As I closed my eyes, I could sense the gentle touch of his warm tongue gently gliding inside me. The experience was incredibly powerful and filled with sensations that left me exhilarated and mesmerized. Despite this unexpected turn of events, I couldn't find a single reason to complain. It hadn't been a premeditated action, yet the allure and irresistible charm of Takeomi were simply undeniable. How could anyone possibly resist such a tempting proposition?

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