A Satisfying Ending (non-canon)

Ben was used to welcoming the women to the date. But as he entered the suite after his tryst with Wendy, Yua was already there. She sat in the tea room at the entrance to the suite, her legs folded under her, a warm pot of tea sitting between two cups. Despite running down the stairs as the sun set, Ben had the unmistakable feeling of being late.

“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?

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 nary a drop of tea hitting the table, the tea flowing from the pot like a measured stream.

Yua’s voice is soft as she places the teapot back onto the table with finesse. “I thought you might be thirsty, 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…

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. I hope that I didn’t keep you waiting for too long.” 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, but the cup has less than a tenth left. Weird…

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 after his ‘date’ with Wendy, his button up and jeans are wrinkled and not fitting compared 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 seven 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, but he was more learning how to do it for the half of a year he did. When we divorced, it was agreed he’d step down with a small stake in the company.”

Ben sits up, interested. It was working. Maybe this was a way to get her to open up, to stop being the formal girl that had performed a tea ceremony for him. To have a real conversation with her, to push beyond her new mentality. “How is he, your ex-husband? Do you get along well with him?”

Yua only blushes further. Ben tries to avert his eyes to give her a chance to compose herself. He reaches for the sake bottle, but finds that it was already poured. I could have sworn that was empty when I sat down… He takes a drink and notices that his meal is already half-finished as well.

“Mark’s good… or at the very least I haven’t heard anything to the contrary. He was always quiet and shy, so we don’t stay in constant contact. 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. Still, given his lack of social ability and ambition, it was probably a bit out of his wheelhouse to be CEO. He always made more sense as CFO, he was always good with numbers, but my father, well he insisted. I didn’t agree at the time, but now I can see my father’s logic.”

Ben pushed for more information. “So what happened? Why did you break up? Tell me more.” Ben’s fork clinks against the plate, where only a few morsels remain. I have to use this change, to break through, to really get to know her.

Yua, her mind clearly struggling to push the words, finally overcomes it as her Goshujin-sama looks on her expectantly. “Yes sir. Well, my father was pushing him to get more aggressive, to pursue even the more difficult means of growth. Upselling clients, hardballing late payers. He got more and more stressed. And in the relationship itself… he was always so tired, and even before he took over, he wasn’t… vigorous. And despite trying for almost two years, well, we went to the doctor and…”

Her words are strained, as her modesty and her desire to please are put in conflict. Another push was needed. “Go on.” “Yes, sir. He couldn’t. And I… I had been raised to believe the business should stay in the family. That couldn’t have happened with Mark. And by the end, even he wanted to leave the relationship. I eventually managed to get my father to stop micromanaging, when he saw that I was more capable than Mark, more capable than…” She stops, but Ben can guess the conflict expanded, into a war between real Yua and the new personality **** upon her. More capable than her father thinks a normal woman is. But she can’t think that with that personality, but the history suggests, demands that to be the case, otherwise why would he stop?

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 a comfortable 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… well… that. 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. 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 pops the two buttons on his 8 buttoned shirt free. His slightly-too-large pants 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.

As soon as he enters her, loud bangs ring out and something begins to fall on his back. Ben reaches up, and his hand comes back with paper clutched in his grip. Confetti? And it just keeps falling…

“CONGRATULATIONS, YUA! IT TOOK YOU SO LONG, BUT YOU’VE FINALLY FOUND YOURSELF UNDER YOUR BELOVED GOSHUJIN-SAMA!”

Yuki steps through a wall in the bedroom like it wasn’t even there. She is in her full hosting gear, and her smile is gigantic.

“I could hardly wait all day to watch this moment! Don’t stop on my account!” Ben’s hips, frozen in shock, continue humping Yua like some machine no longer under his control. “But really, what I could barely wait for was this announcement. To show off our next contestant, who has been watching you, waiting for you for quite a while Ben. Waiting for her Goshujin-sama. I’d like you to meet your roommate, our 8th contestant!”

And with that, Yuki touches the wall that she had just passed through, vaporizing it in an instant. Revealing another room. Another person. Bound into some device Ben had never seen. “She’s been waiting days for just this moment, preparing your meals, and watching your nightly escapades. Now, with a warm welcome, let me introduce…”