"Seven Days of Consequences” Yuki knew the rules. All of them. Down to the hour and word. But she was bored. Lonely. And tired of feeling like a prisoner in Naruse’s oversized home.

So she broke them.

All of them.

It started with sneaking out just past noon. She didn’t go far—just to the school courtyard. But she didn’t tell Naruse. And she wore her old skirt. The short one. Worse? She smiled at someone. A guy.

And Naruse found out.

He came home early, dead silent, and found her curled on the couch like nothing happened.

“Take. A. Wild. Guess.” His voice was ice. His jaw, clenched.

She sat up slowly. “Naruse, I—”

“You skipped lunch. Wore that skirt. Went outside alone. And let another guy look at you?”

She swallowed.

“I’m done talking.” He grabbed her wrist. She resisted. He didn’t care.

Punishment Over his lap. No warm-up. No slow build. Just sharp, angry smacks that echoed through the house.

Her hoodie rose. His hand came down. Again. And again.

“Naruse—please—”

“You’ll remember my rules this time.”

“You’re hurting me—”

“Good. Maybe next time, you’ll think before disobeying every single one of them.”

By the time he was done, her legs were trembling. Her eyes, full of tears.

But he wasn’t finished.

He carried her to bed, tucked her under the blanket, and whispered:

“You’re grounded for another week. No school. No phone. Chef tells me you skip one meal again, I’ll make you eat over my knee.”

“And if you even look at another man—”

He didn’t finish that sentence. He just kissed her forehead, slow and firm, and whispered:

“You’re mine. And I’m not letting you forget it.”

The next seven days? She didn’t sit comfortably. She didn’t argue. And Naruse made sure she felt how much he cared—every minute, every rule, every touch.