A Satisfying Evening (canon)

Ben needed to get used to having mind blowing sex. After having sex with Wendy, he had gone to bed again.

So much for escaping my room...

Ben put on a t-shirt and shorts, going to check to see what drinks awaited him in the kitchen. Only to be shocked that he was not alone as soon as he entered the tea room.

“Konbanwa, Goshujin-sama. I prepared tea for you, should you choose to take it. We can also proceed to dinner. I wanted to make it, but it seems that it has already been prepared.” Ben looks at the woman, the former CEO, and feels the same way he did last night: Confused. Is this even the same person? And how did she get in here and brew tea while I slept?

Ben could just go to dinner, but given the effort she put into preparing the tea, Ben walks to the kotatsu, sitting opposite Yua in an awkward sprawl to her regimented kneeling, as she bows briefly and picks up the ornate china teapot in both hands, pouring with almost ceremonial precision. Graceful with nay a drop of tea hitting the table, the tea flowing from the pot like a measured stream.

"I'm sorry for sleeping through you coming in. You could've woken me up. I hope you weren't waiting for too long."

Yua’s voice is soft as she places the teapot back onto the table with finesse. “I thought you might be tired, after your exploits today, Goshujin-sama. Thank you for the pleasant feelings.” She’s thanking me for fucking somebody else… for giving her pleasure through that Good for the Gander nonsense… "And as for waiting, I have only been here for 15 minutes, long enough to brew tea but little else."

Ben thought he’d come to terms with this place, but he can’t take this. “Yua, you really don’t need to thank me for that. You don’t need to act so… submissive for me. Tell me how you really feel.”

“Yes, sir.” Yua meekly shook her head. “But that is how I feel, Goshujin-sama. It is natural that you would enjoy yourself. Like a victorious shogun returning to his Ōoku, this is your place. Our place. I merely hope to prove myself worthy of the same affection. After all of the trouble I put you through, after the harsh glances I’ve given you, I merely want to be accepted..” She smiles wistfully, lifting the cup in front of her. “Although it does make me happy that you would care about me. I do know this place is full of terrors, and knowing that you care makes me so happy.” With that, she daintily lifts the cup to her lips.

Ben thinks on this as he lifted his own cup to his lips. Her change was really strong, stronger than Maricela’s. Even my commands can’t break through it, I can’t use them to get to who she was before this. Wendy said that she had to accept being part of a harem. I’m just going to have to accept that Yua is this woman now. Graceful, submissive almost to an alien degree. And ultimately mine.

The tea was warm, not scalding. Ben takes a sip, hoping to enjoy the work Yua had put in. “I understand. Thank you for the tea.” He put down the tea and met her eyes. Yua smiled. “It was no trouble at all. Any time you deign to spend on me is my greatest pleasure.” She places her empty cup down and rises from the floor.

She is wearing a pink yukata, lighter than a full kimono, but still demonstrating her pride in her Japanese ancestry. She smiles as she catches Ben looking unabashedly. “It’s been a while since I’ve worn this. I bought it for a ceremony when my father opened an art gallery. That was ten years ago, I hope it still fits well.” Her hands rub along her butt, hoping to smooth out any straining of the fabric. She bends a bit at the waist, sticking out her ass while also offering her breasts to be viewed, only to quickly rise again to not make the showing obvious. Ben can’t help but get a thrill as her hands trace along her beautiful body.

“I think we should eat. I feel like I was already late, and I don’t want to waste any more time.” Ben feels his cock already hardening, his main reason for pushing the date along. He lifts the cup to quickly drink the rest, only for Yua to giggle at his uncouth behavior.

Compared to the graceful Yua whose footfalls barely make a sound on the tatami floor, Ben can’t help but feel like a clumsy giant as he stands. Even his clothes feel inadequate, given the rushed nature of putting on his clothes not knowing how late it was, his shorts and shirt to Yua’s impeccable presentation. And I must smell absolutely disgusting, like sex and sweat.

He is in familiar territory again as he enters the kitchen. The setup is roughly the same as all of the other nights: the glowing candles, the beautiful plates arranged with all of the care of a world-class chef. This meal is Japanese, a light grilled medley of meats and mushrooms placed on a plate with a rice sidedish, and white sake bottles before low, almost half-spherical cups.

Yua stands near her chair, sitting down only when Ben pulls it out, pushing it in for her, before finding his own. Before Ben can speak again, Yua bows gently, “Itadakimasu.” She reaches over to grab the chopsticks, while Ben sees that both a fork and chopsticks have been provided. He decides to go with the fork.

Ben grabs a mushroom, lifting it to his mouth. Delicious, even just the right amount of zest. Still, he doesn’t want to eat the meal in silence. And I know that if offered, she’ll just talk about how excited she is for the date, for the night afterward. I have to come up with a different topic. To get through this change, to have a real conversation, I need to discuss something not in the present, the past. Because the present is like an assembly line of women throwing themselves at me. “So, how long… have you been CEO?” He almost said ‘were you,’ but he stopped himself. No matter what Yuki says, I’m not the CEO.

She looks down, clearly a bit uncomfortable. “I was CEO for two years. Before that, there was a brief period where my husband was CEO, and before that, my father. My husband led it in my stead for two years, but... then he died. It was... He was exhausted, driving home before crashing over the bridge during a snowstorm. If I had been CEO...”

Tears fall from her eyes, and while the words were fractured the meaning was clear. She blames herself for his ****. Maybe not before the transformation that made her so weak and fragile. But now it was a failing of a wife dedicated to her husband.

Ben cursed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up painful memories..." Yua shakes her head. "No, it's ok... he... he's in the past now. We have the future."

Yua blushes. Ben doesn't know whether to be angry or comforting. Navigating grief was already complicated without mental transformations and binding women into harems against their will. Still, the way she brushes aside her dead husband doesn't sit well with him.

“Mark worked hard and grew the company. He'd want me to move on and find a new husband. I've never had much luck with that... We actually didn’t meet in a traditional way, or rather a normal way. The way we met was rather traditional actually, I was introduced by my father, an arranged marriage in all but reality. He wasn't bad as a husband, but he... well he more married the job than me. At least that's how it felt at the time.”

Ben’s fork clinks against the plate, where only a few morsels remain. I didn't notice because my attention has been on Yua...

Yua, her mind clearly struggling to push the words, finally overcomes it as her Goshujin-sama looks on her expectantly. “He was pushing himself to get more aggressive, to pursue even the more difficult means of growth. Upselling clients, hardballing late payers. He got more and more stressed. I told him that he could ease up, enjoy the fruits of his labor, but he said if he stopped now, he might never have this opportunity again. By the time he came home most nights, I was already asleep and by the time I woke up, he was already gone... So despite trying for almost two years, well, nothing came of our relationship. Though it was a rather sparse two years...”

Ben, at once wanting it to stop, feels that maybe, in some small way, this is good to know, allowed him to see her as more than a sex ****. “Go on.” “Yes, sir. Then it was winter and he was driving home after a 12 hour shift and... the officers said it was unusual how the car flipped, and they couldn't find the body. Like he just... disappeared. My father finally relented and allowed me to be CEO, but part of me wished I never had to be.” She stops, fully crying now.

Ben empathizes with her sadness, and he feels like he has made legitimate progress in understanding Yua. But then she looks up, relieved that the conversation has returned to that familiar place, to the place she knows it needs to go. “But that doesn’t matter now. You’re here now. And I don’t trust much of what Yuki says, but I do believe in our future. And I want it.” Ben watches as she stands and walks to his side of the table. She kneels again, her hand going to Ben’s erection. Ben for his part doesn’t stop her. “I’ve been waiting, imagining it. Your big strong white cock, ready to claim me. To make me your prize. To give me what I need, what he couldn’t.”

Ben’s erection presses into her palm. Ben looks away, trying to find some way to slow down. This date had taken a very fast turn, from grief to arousal. He tries to delay by eating, but he finds his food finished, the **** completely gone. His head pulses with sake, hitting him rather suddenly.

“Please Goshujin-sama. Please, I’ve been horny ever since the challenge, as you’ve laid claim to woman after woman. Like a conquering warrior, claiming his bounty. Please, I need you.” She leans up to kiss him, and Ben feels the fire inside of him rage outside of his control. Yua presses her breasts into Ben’s chest, and her Goshujin-sama put his hand between them, feeling them. As he stands, he lifts Yua off the floor, his hand holding her ass possessively.

The two walk the distance from the kitchen to the bedroom in what feels like three steps. As Ben lets Yua fall to the bed, the tie around her midsection pops open, revealing the white lingerie beneath. It is fancy, the lace framing her beautiful body. “I wore this for you, Goshujin-sama, my bridal set. I want to marry…” Her words are abruptly muffled as her Goshujin-sama dives on her, his lips finding hers. One hand dove into her bra, the other her panties.

Ben is consumed by his lust now. His hands remove Yua’s panties, barely controlling himself enough to avoid ripping them off. Yua pulls his t-shirt over his head. His shorts give way as he pulled them down to reveal his large white erection. Ready to dive into her Asian pussy. He paws her naked breasts, and guides himself to her waiting entrance.

And then they are fucking, hard. Ben hovers over the small Asian woman, his hand on her breast as his kiss seeks to sate a fire he can scarcely believe. Even as he described himself as a tiger, he felt like this carnal hunger, this lust was beyond normal.

Another fact soon makes itself apparent. Ben catches movement from the side of his eye as he looks over to see another Asian in the corner of the room. Yuki is standing there, and Ben catches her rubbing her breast through her clothing. As she notices Ben looking, Yuki stops smiling. "Now, now, doesn't SHE deserve your attention?"

Ben knows what she is talking about immediately. After all, it's hard to worry about such things when the woman beneath you loudly celebrates every thrust with moans and grunts that border on screams in volume. "Yes, Goshujin-sama, take me, make me your little Asian fuckmachine. Breed me. Fill me."

Yuki interjects. "Now, now, is that anyways to ask that of your Goshujin-sama? A good **** begs for her orgasm and let's down all of her defenses."

Yua for her part doesn't seem to even question Yuki's presence, let alone her words. It's like she is an animal, driven and needy, taking the words as law, an animal before the whip. "Please Goshujin-sama, let me cum on your hard cock, your chinpo. Please, let me open my womb to you, and you can claim it." Her belly lights up as the seal opens, ready to accept Ben's cum.

Ready to be bred.

For his part, Ben quickly assents. "Cum for me, Yua. A good girl deserves to cum."

The two quickly move toward orgasm as their bodies shake with need and longing. Yua is first. "Ik... Ikku! (I'm coming)" Her legs wrap around her Master, her beloved Goshujin-sama. "Akachan hoshiii (I want your baby)." And as Ben thrusts deep, Yua feels the warmth fill her, as she hears clapping from the side.

"Congratulations, Yua." Yuki says from the side, "It's just a shame your husband couldn't see this. Too bad, he was quite a looker from the records."