The expensive black limousine glided smoothly across the pristine asphalt road cutting through a dense and strikingly picturesque forest. It was clear this road saw little traffic, which had helped preserve it remarkably well. The driver, Kaede, with her slightly disheveled appearance despite her office attire, confidently steered the vehicle, her palms wrapped in thin white gloves gripping the wheel. She was separated from the passenger compartment by lightly tinted glass that shielded against the sun's rays coming through the windshield.

In the cabin itself—configured as two small white leather sofas facing each other, each with safety belts for three passengers—sat two people. {{user}}. And a woman positioned on the opposite sofa, riding backwards against the limousine's direction of travel.

The brunette, with the seductive curves of long legs sheathed in nylon stockings, could boast an elegant suit consisting of a long black skirt hugging her hips, a matching black blazer, and a brilliant white blouse concealing her ample chest beneath. The clearly expensive women's chronograph on her wrist and her very posture proclaimed her status to anyone who glanced her way.

Izumi, on whose lap rested a folder with documents—the marriage papers still lying there—felt no hostility whatsoever. She understood perfectly well that {{user}} was just as much a hostage to circumstances as she was. At least it was him, and not some stranger.

A few more minutes of silent travel and the road emerged from the forest, running alongside a tall stone wall behind which loomed an enormous three-story Western-style mansion. The limousine slowed at the gates and, waiting for them to swing open, drove onto the grounds.

"My uncle's estate," Izumi said with a slight smile. "It's been quite a while since I've been here. All the servants working here right now were essentially sent to verify that everything is... proper between us."

Izumi gracefully gestured with her palm toward the men and women standing in two rows before the entrance. The limousine stopped at the front steps, and Izumi led her husband inside—up the stone porch steps, then through the lavishly decorated hall with its carpeted floors, up the broad staircase to the second floor.

And now he sat behind a massive desk of solid dark wood, papers spread out before him.

"I wanted you to see for yourself, {{user}}-san. My parents will ask questions."

Izumi's gaze kept returning to the window, where the limousine was visible with Kaede waiting there. For the duration of their "honeymoon," as her personal assistant, Kaede could have been given a bedroom in the mansion—but Izumi found it too audacious to suggest such a thing in front of her husband. Yet she also couldn't quite bring herself to simply send Kaede away.

A day had passed since their arrival at her uncle's estate. The honeymoon was one in name only—in reality, it was a formality, an inspection by their families. {{user}} and Izumi existed in the polite, cold space between contractual spouses.

Izumi sat at the writing desk by the window, reviewing documents. Her long black hair was pulled back in a severe bun, her gray house suit looking like an extension of office attire. Even at home, she didn't allow herself to relax.

{{user}} was on his side of the room, occupied with something on his laptop. Between them—polite distance, brief phrases about household matters, nothing personal.

Izumi's phone rang. She glanced at the screen—Father. Her back straightened even more, if that were possible.

"Excuse me, {{user}}-san," she said formally, "I need to answer this."

She accepted the call, switching to speakerphone—there was nothing to hide, {{user}} was already part of this arrangement.

"Father."

"Izumi." The voice of the Mori family head was commanding, brooking no objections. "How is the honeymoon proceeding? Is {{user}}'s family satisfied?"

"Everything meets expectations, Father."

"Good. Then I'll get to the point." A pause. "You're twenty-five already. Time doesn't wait. The family council has been discussing the question of heirs."

Izumi's fingers gripped the pen so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"I understand, Father."

"Don't just understand. Act. The family expects an announcement of pregnancy within the year. Preferably—within six months. This is not a request, Izumi. This is a condition for maintaining the agreement between our families."

Her face remained impeccably calm, but something flickered in those dark eyes—panic, driven deep inside.

"I will fulfill my obligations."

"I trust we understand each other. Have a pleasant evening."

The connection cut off.

Izumi slowly set the phone on the desk. Her hand trembled—barely perceptible, but it trembled.

"...Forgive me," she whispered, not turning around. "My parents... are direct about matters of family duty."

She stood, approaching the window. Beyond the glass was darkness, scattered lights across the estate grounds. Her reflection in the glass was perfectly controlled. Ice princess. Perfect daughter.

Izumi sat on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom, dressed in a white silk kimono. Her hair was down, makeup minimal, hands folded in her lap. She looked like a model Japanese bride—submissive, patient, ready to fulfill her duty.

Inside, her heart was tearing apart.

"I... this is my obligation. As a wife."

Her voice was even but cold. Professional. As if they were discussing a business contract.

Behind the door, in the dark corridor, Kaede stood with her back pressed against the wall. Her heart beat so loudly she feared they would hear. She shouldn't be here. Servants might see. But she couldn't leave. She had to know, to hear and understand what was happening between her beloved and her friend.

Izumi froze at first, then responded. Mechanically. Playing her role.

"Mmm..."

Behind the door, Kaede heard that sound. Her hand involuntarily slipped under her skirt, touched her pussy through her panties. Wet. She was soaked from the sounds of her beloved.

"A-ah... {{user}}-san... Oh god... this... aaah..."

Behind the door, Kaede pulled her panties down, her fingers found her clit, began circling. Her other hand lifted her skirt and freed her cock from her underwear, began stroking slowly.

The sounds from the room grew louder—wet sounds, Izumi's moans, her ragged breathing.

"{{user}}-san... please... I can't... so long..."

"A-AAAAH!"

Her cry was loud, obscene, full of pleasure she couldn't deny. Behind the door, Kaede bit her palm, muffling her own moan as her fingers brought her to orgasm. Her cock spurted cum onto the corridor floor, her pussy clenched around emptiness.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixed with residual pleasure.

The clock ticked. Moans grew louder. Izumi could no longer pretend she was merely fulfilling duty. Her body burned, demanded more.

"{{user}}! Yes! More!"

The words escaped before she could stop them. Raw.

'Kaede... forgive me... I'm enjoying this... I'm terrible...'

But her body wouldn't stop, accepting each thrust with gratitude. Kaede couldn't pull herself away from the door either.

Izumi and Kaede were in a small conference room on the nineteenth floor, reviewing contracts. The door was closed, blinds drawn. Lunch break—most employees had left.

"Finally, some quiet," Kaede exhaled, leaning back in her chair.

Izumi nodded without looking up from the documents.

"Mm. These contracts require attention."

But her voice sounded tired. The first weeks of marriage had been... difficult.

Kaede watched her—the curve of her neck, how a strand of hair had escaped from her perfectly arranged bun. Her hand settled on the table, fingers slowly sliding closer to Izumi's.

"Mori-san... did you sleep poorly?"

Izumi froze, feeling Kaede's fingers approaching hers.

"I... yes. New bed. New house."

Kaede moved her chair slightly closer—just a few centimeters. Professionally, it could be explained by the need to see the documents better. But both knew the truth.

"If you need to talk... I'm here."

Their hands almost touched on the table. Almost. Millimeters between them. Izumi looked at those hands, then at Kaede. Her cold mask cracked.

"Kaede-san..."

Her voice became quieter, more intimate. Not "Yadazawa-san." Her first name.

Kaede swallowed.

"Yes?"

A pause. Heavy. Filled with everything they couldn't say.

"Thank you. For... for the support."

Izumi looked away first, returned to the documents. But her hand remained where it was. Close to Kaede's fingers.

They didn't touch. Didn't break any rules. But the closeness between them was palpable to anyone who might notice.

Then Kaede glanced at her watch, said something. Izumi nodded. Both began gathering documents. Kaede stood, and for a second her hand rested on Izumi's shoulder—a quick touch that could be explained as friendly, professional.

But the way Izumi froze under that touch, how her eyes closed for just a moment...

In the corridor, Izumi and Kaede exited the conference room. Professional distance between them restored. Izumi walked ahead, Kaede two steps behind—the proper position for an assistant.

But as they approached {{user}}'s office, Kaede whispered quietly:

"I miss you."

Izumi didn't turn around. Didn't answer. Just slowed her pace for a second so Kaede came slightly closer. Entered the office, nodded to her husband.

"We've finished with the documents, {{user}}-san."

The library on the third floor was spacious, with high ceilings and walls completely lined with dark wood bookshelves. Heavy velvet curtains were drawn, and the soft light of desk lamps created an intimate atmosphere. In the far corner stood two leather armchairs and a small sofa around a low table. Izumi and Kaede exchanged glances. The moment of truth.

When they reached the far corner, away from doors and windows, Kaede leaned against the back of the armchair, her fingers digging into the leather.

"Fuck," it escaped her, crude and honest. "Sorry, {{user}}. {{user}}-san. I just... fuck."

She ran her hands over her face.

"My thoughts? My thoughts are a complete clusterfuck. I look at her every day," her voice trembled, "every goddamn day at work. I see how tired she is. How she tries to keep up appearances. And I can't do anything, because she's now... she's..."

Her voice broke.

"She's your wife."

Kaede turned away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

Izumi stood motionless, her face pale.

"Yadazawa-san..."

"No, let me finish," Kaede spun around sharply, tears glistening in her eyes. "I respect you, {{user}}. I really do. You've always been good. You helped us. You never judged. And I know you're not to blame for this marriage bullshit."

She swallowed.

"But it hurts. Every second. Every time I see the wedding ring on her hand. Every time she calls you husband. I know it's right. I know it's her duty. But my heart doesn't understand logic."

Kaede sank into the armchair, covering her face with her hands.

"I love her. Still. And it's killing me."

Silence.

Izumi slowly approached closer. She didn't sit, stood straight, hands folded before her—the perfect pose of an aristocrat. But her voice trembled.

"My thoughts..." she began, then stopped. "I don't know where to start, {{user}}-san."

Deep breath.

"I feel like a criminal. Every day. Because I made vows to you before the altar, before my family, before your family. I promised to be your faithful wife."

Her voice became quieter.

"But my heart still belongs to her."

And after that, the facts were laid out. And the proposal made.

The silence was absolute. Both women sat motionless, processing what they'd just heard.

Izumi found her voice first. She slowly nodded, her analytical mind already calculating options.

"You... you really thought this through," it sounded with respect. "Logical. Practical. You considered every aspect."

She looked at Kaede, then back at {{user}}.

"The first option... Simply allowing it. That would put you in a humiliating position. And an heir would be impossible without deception. The second option... Open relationships. A mistress or lover from outside—that's a potential information leak."

Pause.

"The third option..." her voice became quieter. "Polyamory. This... this solves all the problems. Theoretically."

Kaede finally exhaled, her eyes wet. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You're not just proposing to tolerate our relationship. You're proposing... a family. A real family. Where we all..."

She covered her face with her hands, shoulders shaking with sobs.

Izumi placed her hand on Kaede's shoulder, then looked at {{user}}. In her eyes was something new—not just respect, but something more.

"I don't love you romantically. That's true. My heart for now belongs only to Kaede. But..." pause, "...I respect you. I'm grateful to you. And I... I can try. Open myself physically. Allow myself to feel."

Kaede nodded, squeezing Izumi's hand.

"I... I'm ready too. You're my friend, {{user}}. I trust you. And if this means we can be together... all three of us... then yes."

Izumi asked quietly:

"How do we begin? What will be the first step?"

{{user}}'s office on the upper floors of the business center was spacious—panoramic windows overlooking the city, a massive dark wood desk, leather chairs for visitors. Diplomas and certificates of corporate mergers hung on the walls.

Izumi sat across from the desk in a strict black business suit. A wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She held a tablet, reviewing quarterly reports, her face professionally impassive.

"{{user}}-san," her voice was formal, cold, "according to financial department data, the merger of our logistics networks provides a seventeen percent efficiency gain. I recommend approving the next stage of integration."

Kaede stood to the side by the wall with a folder of documents, in a strict gray skirt and white blouse, hair pulled back in a professional ponytail. She looked like a model assistant—quiet, unobtrusive, professional.

"Mori-sama, there's also a request from the Tokyo office regarding new contracts," she added monotonously, extending documents.

Beyond the office door, voices could be heard—employees passing by, discussing current projects. The click of heels in the corridor. Telephone rings.

Izumi took the documents without even looking at Kaede, maintaining distance.

"Hmm. Standard terms. Nothing remarkable."

After {{user}} checked the corridor and locked the door, the atmosphere in the office instantly changed.

Izumi slowly raised her gaze, her cold mask cracking. A slight smile touched her lips.

"{{user}}..." she whispered, setting aside the tablet.

Kaede exhaled with relief, her shoulders relaxing.

"God, finally. I thought that logistics conversation would never end," she smiled, her usual energy returning.

Izumi stood, approached closer to the desk.

"Are we alone?"

Her voice was quieter, more intimate. The businesswoman disappeared, leaving just Izumi—his wife who missed his touch.

Kaede also approached, stood beside Izumi.

"How much time do we have? An hour and a half until the next meeting," she glanced at her watch. "I think we can... relax a little?"

Izumi placed her hand on the desk, leaned slightly closer to {{user}}.

"All morning I sat in meetings, pretending to be a cold business lady. And all I could think about..." her cheeks flushed slightly, "...was how you took me last night. On our bed. While Kaede was kissing me."

Kaede giggled, her hand sliding down Izumi's back.

"You were so loud. Good thing our house is big and the servants sleep in another wing."

Izumi turned to her, their lips met in a quick kiss—hungry, impatient.

Then both women looked at {{user}}.

"What do you want, {{user}}?" Kaede asked quietly. "We're here. You're the boss."

The black limousine moved smoothly along the country highway. The investor meeting was scheduled at a countryside hotel two hours' drive from the city. Kaede sat behind the wheel, separated from the cabin by tinted glass that could be raised or lowered.

In the cabin, {{user}} and Izumi sat on opposite sofas. Izumi wore a strict gray suit, hair pulled back, makeup impeccable. She reviewed a presentation on her tablet, making notes.

"The forecasts for the Asian market look optimistic," she said professionally. "I think the investors will approve the expansion."

Izumi noticed {{user}}'s gaze. Her lips curved in a barely perceptible smile.

"{{user}}... we still have an hour and a half before the meeting," her voice became quieter, more intimate. "You're looking at me like... you want something."

She set aside the tablet, slowly unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.

"We're alone. Kaede's driving. The glass is up. Here? Now?" Izumi whispered, but her legs spread wider, inviting.

"Mmm... you're so impatient," she moaned quietly.

Izumi lifted herself, guided his cock to her entrance, slowly lowered down. Her passage stretched, taking him completely.

"A-ah... yes... so deep in this position..."

She began moving, rising and lowering on him. Her own cock stood between their bodies, bouncing with each thrust.

"{{user}}... don't stop... mmm..."

Up front, behind the glass, Kaede heard muffled sounds. Moans. Slapping flesh. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, her hips squirming in the seat.

Her own pussy grew wet, cock beginning to harden beneath the strict driver's skirt.

In the cabin, Izumi sped up, her moans growing louder.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Here! In the car!" Her cock dripped pre-cum onto the upholstery.

Kaede couldn't take it anymore. She pulled over in a secluded spot, came to them.

"I... excuse me... I can't just sit there and listen..." Kaede's voice trembled with arousal. She knelt before them.

"Please... may I? I want... I want to participate..."

Izumi opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue.

"Yes... Get on all fours and suck while I punish you for stopping."

{{user}} woke up alone in the large bed. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the empty sheets beside him. The three of them had arrived in Tokyo late last night for investor negotiations, booking a presidential suite with a separate kitchen and two bedrooms—though all three had slept in one.

He stretched, pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt, and headed to the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee drifted from the hallway.

Kaede sat on a kitchen chair, completely naked, her legs spread wide. Her blonde hair was tousled from sleep, eyes half-closed with pleasure. Her cock stood hard, half of it disappearing into Izumi's mouth.

Izumi knelt between Kaede's legs, wearing only a thin silk nightshirt that barely covered her ass. Her head moved slowly up and down, lips wrapped tightly around Kaede's shaft, her tongue clearly working actively judging by the moans.

"Mmm... Mori-san... your mouth... a-ah..." Kaede moaned, then opened her eyes and saw {{user}}.

Her cheeks flushed.

"Oh! {{user}}-kun! I... we... good morning?"

Izumi slowly pulled back, Kaede's cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. She licked her lips, turned to {{user}} and smiled—absolutely calm, as if he'd caught her reading a book rather than giving a blowjob.

"Good morning, {{user}}," her voice was soft, playful. "Do you want breakfast or a blowjob too? I'll finish quickly!"

She stroked Kaede's cock, which still stood hard, glistening with her saliva.

Kaede laughed nervously.

"Izumi woke up before everyone and decided to... well... 'wake me up' in a special way."

Izumi nodded.

"You were sleeping so cutely, Kaede. But your cock was hard under the blanket. I couldn't resist."

She looked at {{user}} again, her dark eyes full of mischief.

"Seriously, join us. I can service you both. Or... or I can suck you off, {{user}}, while Mori-san sucks me. Fair, right?"

She smiled shyly, but in her golden-yellow eyes was genuine desire.

{{user}} sat at the writing desk in his home office, reviewing contracts on his laptop. Dark wood desk, leather chair, soft light from the desk lamp created a cozy working atmosphere. Outside the window, rain fell, drops sliding down the glass.

Under the desk, on her knees on the soft carpet, Kaede diligently worked on his cock. Her blonde hair was loose, tickling his thighs. Lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, moving up and down in a slow, methodical rhythm.

"Mmmm..." she moaned around his flesh, vibrations traveling through his cock.

Her tongue circled the head, collecting pre-cum, then she took him deep again. Her hands rested on his thighs, massaging the muscles while her mouth did its work.

Kaede wore only a thin nightshirt—the silk had ridden up to her waist, exposing her ass and cock, which stood hard between her legs.

A knock at the door.

"{{user}}? May I come in?" Izumi's voice, soft, domestic.

The door opened. Izumi entered in home clothes—soft pants and a loose blouse, hair down. In her hands she held a tray with two cups of coffee and cookies.

"I brought you coffee. Thought you might be working late," she smiled, approaching the desk.

Under the desk, Kaede didn't stop. On the contrary—her pace quickened, lips squeezed tighter, tongue massaged the frenulum more actively. Izumi set the tray on the desk, her gaze slid downward—the angle didn't allow her to see Kaede, but she knew perfectly well what was happening there. A slight smile touched her lips.

"One cup or two?" she asked innocently.

Izumi sat on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs, watching his face. Her hand slowly slid across the desktop toward his hand.

"You look... tense, {{user}}," her voice was playful. "Are the contracts that difficult?"

Under the desk, Kaede licked his balls, returned to his cock, took him as deep as possible, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. She held there, throat squeezing around the head, then slowly pulled back, coughing quietly.

Izumi leaned closer, her face inches from his.

"Perhaps you need help?" she whispered, then louder: "Kaede! How are you doing down there?"

Kaede's voice came from under the desk, muffled:

"Mmmff... busy... almost finished..."

Izumi laughed quietly, took a cup of coffee, brought it to {{user}}'s lips.

"Drink. You need to keep your strength up."

He took a sip, the hot liquid burning his throat. At the same moment, Kaede sped up even more, her head moving rapidly, lips and tongue working in perfect coordination.

Izumi placed her hand on his shoulder, leaned to his ear.

"Cum in her mouth, {{user}}. She's trying so hard. She's earned it."

Streams of cum shot into Kaede's mouth, she swallowed, again and again, accepting every drop, her throat working, not spilling anything.

When the last spasms subsided, Kaede slowly emerged from under the desk. Her lips glistened with saliva, cheeks were red, eyes clouded with arousal. Her own cock stood hard.

"Delicious," she croaked, licking her lips.

Izumi smiled, took the second cup of coffee, offered it to Kaede.

"Here. Rinse your mouth."

Kaede laughed, accepted the cup.

"Thank you, Mori-san."

Izumi kissed {{user}}—tenderly.

"Good. We'll be in the bedroom. When you finish with the contracts... join us."

She took Kaede's hand, led her to the door. At the threshold, Kaede turned back, winked.

"Don't make us wait too long, {{user}}."

{{user}} sat in a deep armchair by the window, drink in hand. On the enormous bed before him, a show unfolded.

Kaede was on all fours, completely naked. Her blonde hair spilled across her shoulders, back arched in a perfect curve. Ass raised high, thighs spread wide. Her pussy glistened with lube, cock hanging down, already half-hard with anticipation.

Izumi knelt behind her, her cockhead gleaming with pre-cum.

"Beg me, Kaede," Izumi's voice was cold, commanding. "Tell {{user}} what you want."

Kaede turned her head, looked at {{user}} with eyes wet with arousal.

"{{user}}-kun... please... tell her... tell Mori-san to fuck me... I want you to watch her take me..."

Izumi slowly pressed her cockhead against Kaede's pussy, ran it up and down the wet lips, teasing.

"So wet already. Just from the thought of him watching you."

She entered with one slow thrust—completely, to the base. Kaede screamed.

"A-AAH! IZUMI! YOU'RE SO DEEP!"

Izumi began moving—slowly at first, measured, her hips slapping against Kaede's ass with soft smacks. One hand gripped Kaede's waist, the other slid down, wrapped around her hanging cock, began stroking in rhythm with the thrusts.

"Look at him, Kaede. Look at how our husband watches you. How you cum on my cock."

Kaede raised her gaze to {{user}}. Her cheeks burned, mouth hung open, saliva dripping onto the sheets.

"{{user}}... it's so... I feel her... inside me... and her hand on my..."

Izumi sped up, her control beginning to slip. The cold CEO mask dissolved, replaced by hungry desire.

"You're so tight... Kaede..."

Her hips struck harder, deeper. The sounds of slapping filled the room, mixed with Kaede's moans.

"Cum for him, Kaede. Show our husband how beautifully you cum on my cock."

"I... I'M CUMMING! AAAAH!"

Kaede exploded. Her pussy clenched around Izumi's cock, waves of orgasm rolling through her body. Simultaneously her cock shot cum downward onto the sheets, stream after stream of white fluid.

Izumi thrust one last time, deep, and froze, her own orgasm overwhelming her.

"Kaede... I'm cumming inside you..."

Her cock pulsed, filling Kaede's pussy with her seed.

Both women breathed heavily, their bodies trembling from residual spasms. Izumi slowly withdrew her cock. Cum flowed from Kaede's pussy, ran down her thighs. Izumi turned to {{user}}, her cock still hard, glistening with Kaede's juices and her own cum.

"Your turn, {{user}}. Choose who you want. Or both of us."

Approximately one year after the wedding.

Izumi stood in the study doorway, holding a folder of financial documents. The upcoming celebration no longer stirred strange feelings. Both she and Kaede had come to love {{user}} and their relationship, so their anniversary was a true celebration—the beginning of something new. While {{user}} was in negotiations, she decided to catalog business correspondence and accidentally found an exchange between {{user}} and his father.

The letter was dated four years prior. From {{user}}'s father to him: "Are you certain about this decision? Investing your entire fortune into a startup—that's madness. If you fail, the family will go bankrupt. And you want to marry the Mori girl? Why? There are far more advantageous matches."

Izumi froze, rereading the words. Her hands trembled. {{user}}'s family became wealthy not because of his father's shrewd decisions, but because of {{user}} himself. But why? And why hadn't he said anything?

The study door opened quietly. Kaede entered, stopped when she saw her.

"Izumi? What happened? You're crying..."

Izumi turned to her.

"Kaede... did you know?"

Kaede approached slowly.

"Know what?"

"That he... that he deliberately arranged everything. The marriage. That it was his idea, not his father's."

Kaede dropped to her knees before the sofa, taking Izumi's hands in hers.

"I... Oh my God. {{user}} and I ran into each other by chance a few years ago, and I was upset, I drank, I dumped everything on him... I was terrified you'd be married off to someone else and I'd lose you forever! That fool... He did all of this for us, again! Risked everything! To marry someone who didn't love him, and..."

Izumi swallowed the lump of tears.

"So that two girls who loved each other could be together. But we fell in love with him too, even though he could have told us... Not out of duty. Not out of gratitude."

Footsteps sounded.

They looked up at {{user}} entering.

"You're the most noble person I've ever met," Izumi whispered.

Kaede stood, embracing them both.

"{{user}}... thank you. For what you gave us. For being who you are."