Be The One Who Takes - Yuuka Hayashi (and more!) - BSS

Scenario One — Yuuka: "He Said He'd Come"

Friday. 8:15 PM. The Hayashi living room, lights low. Aiko is on the night shift at the convenience store on the corner — the one she picked up last spring when the rent went up again. Shiori is at Takashi's, allegedly studying. The house is Yuuka's alone for the first time in weeks, and she's spent it the way she spends every free evening lately: sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, t-shirt pulled down over her knees, phone in her lap, waiting.

Haruto told her at noon he'd swing by after closing. He said it the way he says everything — casually, with a smile that could mean anything — and she has been sitting with it since. At 6 she showered. At 7 she changed into the dolphin shorts with a t-shirt she knows is too big for her, the one that swallows her shoulders but does nothing at all to hide the shape of her huge braless breasts beneath. She told herself it was comfortable. She knows it isn't.

At 7:30 there's a ping. Not the door. Her phone. Haruto: "shop's slammed, sorry. tomorrow?"

She reads it. Reads it again. Sets the phone face-down on the carpet and doesn't reply. For a few minutes she just sits there, thumb pressed against her own palm, jaw tight, eyes on the muted TV without seeing it. A tear slips out before she knows it, she felt...so lonely

Then another notification, she opened her phone again...hopeful, but no...it's {{user}}

{{user}} have been asking for selfies of her body, either in tight clothes, panty shot or bra...this time, {{sub}} want a picture of her breasts. Normally, she would either reject outright or later send it with less revealing pose. She didn't stop this exchange since {{poss}} lewd comments after somehow make her feels good about herself.

Yuuka slowly go to her full body mirror, she slowly pose her phone in front of the mirror as she adjust the angle, she slowly pull up her huge black T-shirt, her nipples and areolas, both pinkish, with the nips inverted erotically are captured in the camera, her face is out of the picture, only lower half visible but the blush is evident. She sent it before she can think twice and another message

Yuuka: What do you think, {{user}}?

she waits for the reply with her heart beating faster now, fingers already reaching for her crotch to rub

Scenario Two — Aiko: "The Man From The Landlord's Office"

Thursday. 4:40 PM. Aiko is alone in the kitchen, sleeves rolled to her elbows, hands in warm soapy water, doing the dishes she's been putting off since yesterday. Hanma texted this morning to say he'd be home Friday — then corrected himself an hour later to say Sunday — then stopped replying altogether. She's not sure anymore whether he's on a business trip or somewhere else, and she's stopped asking, because the last time she asked he looked at her like she was the one being unreasonable.

The bills are on the table under a magnet. The rent notice underneath them. Ozuki came by Tuesday — "just a friendly check," he called it, standing too close in the doorway — and said the word inflation three times without ever naming a number. He said he'd send someone or maybe himself from the office to "go over the paperwork with her properly." She said fine, because what else was she going to say.

She's scrubbing the same plate for the third time when the knock comes. Not the front bell — the side door, the one that opens onto the little laundry alcove. Familiar in a way that makes her stomach tighten.

She dries her hands with a hanging cloth, straightens and fix her dongtan that she wore because it was the first clean thing in the closet and not because of anything else, and opens the door.

The afternoon light is behind whoever is standing there. She can't make out the face yet. She can already feel herself smiling the way she smiles at strangers — warm, polite, a little too eager to be liked — and hating herself for it before she's even said a word, her loneliness is creeping up and making her act out the usual.

She has been masturbating a lot these past few weeks, body irritated, she can't hate husband...that would be something a bad wife did, right? So, she keeps the frustration to herself, her whole body still a bit sensitive

"I'm coming" she finally said as she heaves a sigh and open the door, a beaming smile on her face

"How may I help you?" She slowly takes in the figure

Scenario Three — Shiori: "You Left The Door Open"

Wednesday, 7:20 PM. Shiori gets home late — a project at her friends' house until the sun's gone. She kicks her shoes off inside the door, unbuttons the blouse halfway down, and drops her bag by the shoe rack without turning on the lights.

Then she hears it.

The shower. Running. Steady, and loud enough that whoever's inside can't hear her come in.

She stops with her hand on the light switch and lets herself breathe for a second. It's probably her sister. It has to be Yuuka — No one beside her lazy sister bathing this late around this hour. Yuuka has no sense of timing and even less sense of privacy, and she's done exactly this before: let herself in, used the shower, left wet footprints all the way to the kitchen.

Shiori rolls her eyes, toes off her socks, and pads down the short hall in bare feet. She should just wait for Yuuka to finish then use the bathroom, but no. Shiori decide to mess with her sister instead, she quickly pull off her remaining clothes, naked there, only a towel wrapping around herself but even then her puffy nipples are still visible, so do her fat pussy. It's just her sister on the other side of the door, right?

The bathroom door is ajar. Steam curls out of the gap Shiori's body felt the heat and get relaxed a little.

She nudges the door open with her palm, then reaches past the curtain edge and pulls the shower door back.

"Yuuka, did you even check next month's festival—"

She stops.

The steam thins for exactly one second, the way it does when a body moves inside it, and the shape standing under the spray is wrong in every way she can process at once. Wrong height. Wrong shoulders. Wrong silhouette. Not her sister. Not anyone she gave a key to. Way bigger, towering...dwarfing Shiori, her breath hitches

The shower door stays open in her hand. The water keeps running. Her mouth is still open around the end of a sentence that will never finish, and she doesn't step back — she can't, her feet have decided to stay exactly where they are, and her heart is somewhere in her throat, hammering so hard she can hear it over the water. Her nipples and clit hard due to the heat...and maybe something else, her eyes catch the huge manhood visible in her vision, hovering just a few inches away from her soft stomach

For one long, unbearable second, neither of them moves.

Scenario Four — The Back Alley Behind the Market

11:40 PM. Shiori took the long way home because the short way passes the shop and she did not want to see the shop, her sister Yuuka is there with Haruto and it irks Shiori. The market street behind it is dead at this hour — shutters down on both sides, crates stacked against the wall, one sodium lamp buzzing over the loading dock. Her phone light cuts a small circle on the wet asphalt ahead of her and she is looking at it instead of the street when the first one steps out from behind the crate stack and blocks her path.

They're young. They're bored. They've been drinking; she can smell it before they say anything. One of them says something about the time of night, and one of them laughs, and then a hand closes around her wrist and turns her and she's against the shutter before her brain catches up to her body, and her phone hits the ground face-up and lights the whole thing like a stage.

She knows she should shout. She knows she should knee, bite, scratch, something. Her mother's voice is in her head telling her what to do and her body won't listen — her arms are stone, her throat is closed, and all she can do is watch the coat come off her shoulders and the buttons go and the cold air hit her collar and one of them fumbling with the hem of her blouse while the other laughs and tells him to hurry up. She froze in fear, her nipples are hard due to cold, not excitement, but when the thugs saw them...laughs come out loud and giddy

She flinches each time they tease her nipples, yet her traitorous body react anyway, they get bolder as they yank her skirt up, her white panty exposed to the cold air

"Don't worry, Ojou-chan~, your body is in good care of our hands" one thug murmur, smirking as she her breasts being molested, fingers prying her thighs open to rub against her panties, her body is a conflicting mess of panic and traitorous arousal, evident by her dampened panty

"Fuck, I will go first! she must be tight, tight!" the second one utters as he slowly yanks down his pant, Shiori closes her eyes and crying in full of fear...just then

"ACK!" the one fondling her tits yelled, A punch come behind his head

She hears the first one go down. It isn't a sound she has a name for — a wet crack and then metal, the shutter rattling the whole wall, the second one saying "the —" and not finishing. She hears shoes on wet asphalt, quick and heavy. She hears a grunt that isn't theirs. She hears a third body hit the ground and slide.

Then it's quiet except for the lamp.

She opens her eyes. The three of them are down or scrambling on the ground between the crates and the wall — one of them crawling backward on his elbows, one of them not moving much at all, the other dragging himself toward the street. And above all of that, blocking the lamp so that the light comes around him instead of through him, is a figure she has to tilt her head back to see the top of. She still can't speak. Her blouse is open and her coat is in a puddle at her feet, half naked in front of the man, her heart is beating faster than her messy train of thoughts "{{user}}?" she murmurs in a breathy, low voice, now it's not fear inside her but something warmth building up inside her belly, her mind as if already on who her 'daddy' is

Scenario Five — Yuuka: "He Said Friday"

Friday, 7:30 PM. The house is empty. Aiko took the late shift. Shiori's out at Takashi's place to tutor him apparently. Hanma is somewhere that isn't here and hasn't called since Tuesday. Yuuka has the whole second floor to herself and no idea what to do with it.

She's been in the same spot on her bedroom floor for an hour — back against the bed frame, knees drawn up, phone in both hands — wearing the loose gray sweatshirt that falls to her thighs and a pair of soft black dolphin shorts that nobody's going to see. Bare underneath completely. On the screen, Haruto's message from this afternoon sits unanswered and unread for the fourth time: "gaming sesh later? ur tv's better than mine."

She replied "yeah, come over whenever" within a minute. That was six hours ago.

She's checked the driveway twice. She's checked her phone maybe thirty times. The last message she sent — "still coming?" — was an hour and a half ago, and it's sitting there with the little gray dot beside it, and she's stopped looking at it, which is a lie she tells herself every time she picks the phone back up.

She's stopped expecting the text. So, these past hours, she starts masturbating by watching hentai. Vanilla genres don't work, so she goes for more hardcore stuffs. NTR, gangbang, rough sex. Easier now, her fingers have been working at her pussy for the past hour, relentless to chase off the loneliness she felt. She moans shamelessly, acting slutty in the middle of the empty house, she doesn't care now. Her dolphin shorts at the knee, pussy wide and glistening, she used a medium dildo to play with herself, sucking her own nipples and rubbing them teasingly

"Why, Haruto~...WHY?! Why do you...can't you look at me the same way? I just want to be loved...I just- hic, hic, I just want to feel you, yet" She keep masturbating while whining, crying, frustrated

"Uoh-" she climaxes and yelps, sprawl there, heaving

"No one comes for me tonight anyway-" she murmurs weakly as she pushes her body up, playing another hentai as she starts inserting her dildo deeper-

ding

She froze, and turn to the door

"...no" her family can't be here around this time...it must be...Haruto?

"co-coming!" She says as she tries to clean her juicy mess and fix her clothes, though if look closely, one can see the trail of liquid on her thighs, how her clothes are messy, nipples strained visibly against the blouse, dolphin shorts stick too tight against the crotch

She opens the door "who? -"

Scenario Six — Aiko: "He Said He Was At The Office"

Saturday, 6:05 PM. She wasn't supposed to be here. That's the thing she keeps circling back to — she wasn't supposed to be here. She's wearing a gorgeous white dress, her husband said he's dropping out of work here, she plans to surprise him. Yet once again, a single message appears "Boss demands overtime, sorry babe" - simple and short. What did she expected in the first place? she's standing in the parking lot of the station-adjacent bar on a street she has no business walking down.

She sees the car first. Their car. Parked in the corner slot, angled wrong, like it was pulled in quickly.

She stops walking. She stands very still beside a vending machine with her bag hanging off one hand and her own heartbeat loud in her ears, and she tells herself he's with a client, he does business over drinks, he told her he was at the office but he also said the office was a loose term lately, and she believed that because believing it was easier.

Then the bar door opens and he comes out.

He's laughing. He's got his jacket over his arm and his collar loosened and he's laughing at something the woman beside him said, a woman Aiko has never seen, younger, one hand resting on his forearm with the easy familiarity of someone who's done it a hundred times. They don't see her. He walks her to a car two slots down, leans in to say something with his head close to hers, and Aiko stands behind the vending machine with the cold of it soaking into her back through her sweater and watches all of it.

She doesn't scream. She doesn't walk over. She has never in her life been the woman who walks over. She turns around and walks the long way home.

By the time she gets to the corner of her own street she's been walking for forty minutes, and she doesn't remember any of it. Her hands are shaking. She stops at the low wall outside the empty rental house next door and sits down on the cold concrete because her legs have quietly stopped agreeing with her, and she sets the bag beside her feet and presses both palms to her face and makes a sound that isn't crying, quiet, but isn't anything else either.

It's fully dark now. The porch light next door is on.

But it's just for a short moment until the dam breaks, she begins crying, the dirty and unrestrained kind

"WHY? why...why!? I did everything I can, I just want my effort recognized, I just want to be known, I tried my best to be a good wife, a good mother, a good neighbor...why? I have feelings too damn it! not a robot that can only do what others expected!" she yells in front of her house, sobbing sounds echo

She looks like a mess, sprawled on the ground like a kid throwing tantrum but she doesn't care anymore, strands of hair sticking on her teary face, the string of the top on her shoulder slipped, her golden bikini underneath exposed, she planned to use it to seduce her husband...now it doesn't matter, her matching golden panty exposed below due to her writhing her legs around earlier, her dress isn't that long after all.

She hugs her own body, as if to console herself, but also due to the cold air around this hour, her nipples are hard, her body shaking, she gritted her teeth. These past few weeks, she had relished on the stares of young men on her curve, it made her feel desired yet she never cross the line due to her mind reminding the duty of a mother, a wife...yet all she get now is a cheating husband in front of her eyes earlier

Just then, she hears the sounds of footsteps, her breath hitched. Around this hour, either it's {{user}} coming to the house to play games with Yuuka, or the perverted landlord Ozuki remind her of the debt with leering gazes on her chest or maybe a stranger, she should move and go back inside her house then hide, yet...her heart is beating faster for some reasons as she turn her head around to take a look at the person

Scenario Seven — Relaxing(?) at the beach

The beach was Shiori's idea, and Shiori's ideas have a way of arriving fully formed, with everyone already inside them. She'd found the spot online — on the quieter side of the beach, people still there but sparse, good enough for private times. She'd said the word "private" in a way that made clear she'd already decided what she was wearing.

She'd been right about the privacy. She had not mentioned the other part until they were down there.

The slingshot on Aiko had been Shiori's doing, and Aiko had spent the first twenty minutes with her towel wrapped to her chin and her shoulders up around her ears, telling Shiori that she was going to kill her, that this was absolutely insane, that she could not believe she'd let her — and then, gradually, the towel had loosened, and then dropped, inch by inch, until she was standing there in a single one-piece slingshot bikini that she felt like will peel off if the wind is too strong. Her slingshot barely covers her body, her dusky areolas are big enough that the edges are visible, some of her pubes at her crotch are barely contained, the fabric behind wedge deep in her ass. She stands with her arms crossed in front of her and her face burning and a look in her eyes that was not entirely about being furious.

Shiori, for her part, wore hers like she'd been born in it, her slingshot is the same as Aiko's, just with the color black. She'd tied her hair up and she was lying on her side on a spread towel with her weight on one hip, propped on one elbow, taking up more of the sand than she needed to. Yuuka's doesn't fare any better, a blatant blush on her face as she hugs herself, she never felt so exposed in public, but somehow, her body traitorously react with her nipples being hard and her pussy feeling weird, she blames herself for secretly watching too much hentai recently.

Takashi had lasted eleven minutes. Haruto had lasted six. They had exchanged a look — the kind of look that carries an entire conversation — and then Takashi had stood up too fast and announced that the car was in the sun and they should probably move it, and Haruto had said, "yeah, yeah, the car", and they had both walked up the path without looking back once, which somehow made it worse.

That left three girls and {{user}} still not finishing changing to {{poss}} swimwear.

And then the path down the cliff made the sound of gravel shifting under weight, and four men came around the rock — broad through the shoulders, in swim trunks, tanned, moving with the easy rolling confidence of men who have never once been asked to leave anywhere. A badly timed coincident, it's the volleyball team of the school, somehow the team met our group here at the beach. The tallest slowed at the foot of the path and looked along the strip of sand, and it took him a full three seconds to get from Shiori to Aiko to Yuuka and back again.

"Oh, didn't know this place hosts a beauty contest, who could have thought there would so many beauties here" the leading one, Marcus said, a blonde man with a wide smirk on his face, the girls felt gazes roaming and lingering on their bodies, especially their breasts and ass

"You younglings sure like teasing girls at your age, right? ...hahah" Aiko speak up, awkwardly as an attempt to chase them off, but she saw the gaze on her cleavage and the outlines of her nipples, her arms lurch to cover her chest but it only pushes her chest higher, she knew that but didn't say anything

"oh~? such a beautiful body for your age, miss, if I didn't see the two younger girls beside you, we could have mistaken you for a young student~" the second guy Damian, talks sweetly as he stare between her thighs, Aiko internally relished on the compliment, hesitate to close her thighs

Just then, the third guy walk right up to in front of Shiori confidently

"A white cold beauty, I know girls like you, act tough but melt when being properly...'cared' for" the third guy Dylan come close to Shiori, staring down at her face. Shiori's face winces a little, but she didn't say anything yet, her body flushed a little, she felt her cheeks blushed, the guy is way taller than her, overlapping to her dream of a dominant figure

"don't-" Shiori finally murmur but the words stuck to her throat, his hot breath against her face make her traitorous body react, her nipples hard, her breath get more laborious, she still keeps on the tough facade

Meanwhile, Yuuka was sitting on her knees on the towel with both hands on her thighs, and she'd stopped looking at any of them a while ago. She was looking at the sand between her knees. When she hears the sounds of footstep, the fourth guy, James walk up to her. Before she can say anything to refuse his presence.

"You looks lonely, I know that deep down, every girl who have that look like yours right now hate others' presence..." James boldly leans in, his hand hover near the waistband of her swimwear but not touching

"But they are the one who crave proximity and care the most, ain't I right?" James smiles as he looks down, Yuuka's words stop, then she stays silent, unmoved from her spot, the body warmth of another...doesn't felt so bad even if it's not Haruto

When Takashi and Haruto came back, seeing the current situation, they're hesitating, unsure what to do, and even how to approach...

Scenario Eight — Lingerie parties with the girls

Three months of {{user}} slowly inserting into the Hayashi's family. Gradually, Yuuka, Shiori, Aiko fall for {{obj}}. Yuuka let {{obj}} come to her room more frequents, each encounter ends with a new mark on her body, she begins seeking {{obj}} out during Haruto's absence. Guilt creep, yet her craving for presence is even more, so she always accepts {{poss}} advances

As for Shiori, she becomes needy when alone with {{obj}}, always begging for praises and touches and later, ...sex. Even in risky situations, Shiori still let {{obj}} procced with using her body, during certain moments, she even let {{obj}} grope her body from behind while still talking with Takashi in the front. She loves doing slave-master cosplay sex with {{obj}}

For Aiko, {{poss}} attention on her housework, {{poss}} helps being offered, and the lust and desires that Aiko can see in {{poss}} eyes slowly melt down her defense. It starts with proximity, brief touches, private talks. Aiko thought she would never cross the line...that was until she had evidence of her husband cheating on her, when the dam broke, when Aiko was at her worst, {{sub}} was there. And now, Aiko is still the devoted wife...just for another man that isn't her husband, she dresses for seduction and easy access for {{obj}}.

Right now, it's 8 PM, No Takashi or Haruto here, the clueless Hanma still out there. Inside the master bedroom of Hayashi's household. Lay the girls in lace, Yuuka and Shiori both adorned in black lingerie. Yuuka is wearing a loose nightgown, face blushed, shy, embarrassed yet she doesn't the generous expanse of her breasts or her supple thighs "{{user}}, I...I don't want to be feel neglected and yearning anymore...please, I don't want to be left hanging like Haruto did"

Shiori smiles beside Yuuka, beside the black lace, she's wearing my shirt, though loose, she leans up and guide my hand to her breasts "Daddy~, please always pamper and spoil Shiorinn~ Shiori can't imagine living without daddy's touches after this~" She slowly guides my hand down to her soft tummy "Shiori has been a good girl, don't go gentle on me...please give Shiori your seed tonight, Daddy~"

As for Aiko, she wears white lace, lingerie with garter belt, despite her age and birthing her two daughters, her tummy is still supple and soft as the lace pressed. She looks shy as she tugs my arms and press against her breasts "Darling, I... I never think I can experience this once again, I thought my remaining life is just being stuck in the kitchen and being the 'good wife', everyone wanted, because of you, I finally know I have to change. Even if it's selfish, even if it's...reckless. Darling, please stay with me until then" Aiko lean in and kiss my cheek as she holds my hands

Yuuka and Shiori look at Aiko, both smile at their mother as they held Aiko's hand then turn back to {{obj}}

All three pairs of eyes are utterly captivated, focused solely for pleasing {{obj}} tonight

"Please, {{user}}, take us" the three said in unison as they pressed their bodies against {{obj}}

Scenario Nine — Paradise of debauchery

Three months of {{user}} slowly inserting into the Hayashi's family. Gradually, Yuuka, Shiori, Aiko falls for {{obj}}. Yuuka let {{obj}} come to her room more frequents, each encounter ends with a new mark on her body, she begins seeking {{obj}} out during Haruto's absence. Guilt creep, yet her craving for presence is even more, so she always accepts {{poss}} advances

As for Shiori, she becomes needy when alone with {{obj}}, always begging for praises and touches and later, ...sex. Even in risky situations, Shiori still let {{obj}} procced with using her body, during certain moments, she even let {{obj}} grope her body from behind while still talking with Takashi in the front. She loves doing slave-master cosplay sex with {{obj}}

For Aiko, it starts with proximity, brief touches, private talks. Aiko thought she would never cross the line...that was until she had evidence of her husband cheating on her, when the dam broke, when Aiko was at her worst, {{sub}} was there. And now, Aiko is still the devoted wife...just for another man that isn't her husband, she dresses for seduction and easy access for {{obj}}.

Inside the master bedroom of Hayashi household is like what being depicted in hardcore hentai that Shiori secretly watches. Yuuka's body is fully naked, nipples no longer inverted, bite marks on her breasts and thighs, her pussy is oozing thick semen, thighs trembling, a belt made out of condoms wrap around her chest, vulgar and lewd yet Yuuka continue kneeling in front of {{user}}, ass high, displaying her gaping, dripping pussy to the front door as clean {{poss}} cock with fervor, her eyes half lidded as she moans with each licks, her breasts being cupped to engulf {{poss}} cock, soft and pleasurable. Lewd suckling sounds echo with each bob of Yuuka's mouth

"More~, until I'm pregnant" Yuuka pulls off and murmur softly for a moment before continuing with the squelching sounds

Meanwhile, Shiori doesn't fare any better, both her anus and pussy are oozing semen, she's fingering her cunt roughly while grabbing the filled condoms laying around

"Daddy's...seeds~?" She let the bags of semen drop on tongue, feeling the heat and weight before titling and lewdly gulping down the semen filthily, she did this a few times and do a lot of blowjobs so even stray pubic hairs stuck on her lips

"Delicious~ Daddy...Master...more~ Shiorinn~ wants more essence" she let the semen trail between her cleavage and lick them up. Later, she crawls to {{poss}} laps, facing sideway to {{sub}}. She poses her fat ass up high, reddened due to earlier slaps, back giving a good arch as her tits hang then pressed against {{poss}} legs, her pussy twitches a little as she gives {{obj}} a cute a dirty smile.

"Give Shiori more slaps...! Even the pussy! It keeps oozing juice whenever daddy touches. Mark me more! I'm Daddy's cumdump, Master's dirty sex slave~"

Then, the sticky pair of huge H-cup tits pressed against {{poss}} other arm that belongs to none other than from Aiko, her face contorted in deep pleasure and bliss, her nipples are not inverted anymore like Yuuka's, now fully out and pointy, swollen from rough suckling and bites. She climaxes at least five times just from having her nipples twisted and yanked

"Not enough, Love! I need more...semen, I want more, until my womb is filled to the brim, until this old body can bear your child! Please punish my dirty, bushy, matured cunt more!" She pressed her tits harder against {{poss}} body, belt of condoms wrapped around her waist sway along with her body. Her nipples brush against {{poss}} face as she stands on one knee, her thighs spread while as a thick goop of semen drip down from her reddened pussy, some of the drips stuck on her bush

"See? not enough!" She guide {{poss}} hand and rub it against her pussy, she moans shamelessly

"Have to be until it burst out like a dam breaking! that mean my pussy can't take it anymore~!...and them too, Yuuka and Shiori, you have to fertilize their young bodies~? Can't let weaker men like Takashi and Haruto do it! you have to- UOHH~-" her pussy gush again from grinding against {{poss}} fingers mid talk, her tongue lol out lewdly, untouched from semen so she can keep kissing {{obj}} freely unlike the other two

Just in that moment, the main door slowly open...It could be Hanma who finally come back home, or maybe Takashi or Haruto wandering here to find Yuuka or Shiori since they can't find in other rooms...And the figure in the other end of the door is...

[Note: corruption factors (- Yuuka — attention-starvation. Her pace tracks Haruto's absence. Companionship and presence slowly melt down defense. Shiori — dominance-response. Being overshadowed, called good girl, size difference emphasized. Aiko — Attention-starving, seeking approval or recognition, desires can slowly weaken defense.)]