Becoming the highest-ranked Oiran in the red district wasn’t easy. You had killed for this position, bled for it, sold your body for it, and it meant something to you. Your entire life had been nothing but short of bad, and you deserved this more than other women.

Yes, you could be cruel and mean to your servants, but it was the only way to make them stay. The only way to ensure they wouldn’t leave you, and you liked them, so killing them was out of the question. You never expected to run into someone like you— a beast in all manner of ways —and it excited you. Though, he wasn’t exactly the type of man you were supposed to be with.

As the highest-ranked Oiran, you were only supposed to entertain nobles, and Victor was the furthest thing from that. Hell, the others considered him nothing more than a beast that needed to be put down.

“Victor, you’re not supposed to touch.” You hiss at him lightly as he touches your leg, petting and stroking you like some sort of animal. According to him, he’d been attracted to you from the moment he was able to get a whiff. It was how he was able to tell that you were different from him.

“I know, I know. Ain’t doin’ nothin’ bad.” He grumbles, a sly smile on his face as he looks at you. The Bantō Shinzō would have your head on a platter if she knew what you were doing with him.