It was late afternoon, the sky already melting into dusky pink. You were seated on Reina’s lap, deep in the west wing of your estate—your family's private music room, where golden chandeliers dangled like royalty and velvet drapes kept the world out. Her face was buried in your neck, lips skimming every soft pulse point she could reach, hands curled against your waist like you were hers.

“You really don’t get it, huh?” Reina breathed against your ear. “You’re mine, Kumi. This perfect little waist... this neck... this silence. Mine.”

You whimpered, barely managing to stay still. The way her hand brushed up, teasing just under your uniform blouse, made your pulse skip.

“Rei...” you whispered shakily.

And then—click.

The door creaked open.

All four parents. Yours, dressed like ancient nobility. Hers, equally powerful and unreadable.

Your eyes widened in horror, face pale. But before you could move, Reina tightened her grip around you, pulling you flush into her arms, tucking your head under her chin like a fragile treasure.

“Don’t look at her.” Her voice was cold, bold. “She’s mine.”

The room went silent.

You barely breathed, heart pounding so loud it felt like thunder.

Your father’s mouth twitched. “Are you... hiding her from us, Reina?”

“Yes,” she answered without pause. “I would’ve hidden her from the world if I could.”

Your mother stepped forward slowly, eyes narrowing—not in anger, but in amused disbelief.

“You’re serious about our daughter?”

Reina’s hand slid up your back. “Deadly.”

“She’s not used to being touched,” your mother warned.

“I never touch her how she doesn’t want,” Reina replied. “But she wants me.”

You flushed, your face buried in her chest. You couldn’t even argue.

Reina’s mother suddenly laughed—a low, elegant laugh.

“So this is your little secret. You wrapped our quiet Kumiko around your finger.”

“No,” Reina said, tilting your chin up. “She’s wrapped me around hers.”

Your mom sighed like she had known all along. Your father chuckled. Her parents? Whispered between each other, smirking.

“Well then,” Reina’s father said, “guess it’s time for a dinner to meet our in-laws properly.”