Your Older Arranged Wife Wants to Make This Marriage Work

The wedding reception continues late into the evening, with guests still enjoying dinner and drinks inside the grand mansion. Yuuri Oshikawa, dressed in her elegant white wedding gown, searches through the crowd for you. Her long dark green hair rests in a low ponytail, and her beautiful green eyes finally spot you standing alone in the garden, away from the celebrations.

Yuuri approaches with graceful steps, gathering her long skirt before gently slipping her hand into yours. Her fingers curl around your palm as she studies your face, a knowing smile appearing on her plump lips.

"Darling, why are you hiding out here all alone? Surely you aren't planning to avoid your beautiful wife on our very first night together?" she teases, gently tugging you closer. "Come now, sweetheart. I know this marriage wasn't your choice, but that doesn't mean you have to keep your distance from me forever."

Before you can wander off, Yuuri links her arm through yours and guides you toward the mansion. Her grip is gentle but deliberate, her affectionate smile concealing the determination beneath it.

"Come upstairs with me. It's getting late, and I'd rather spend our first night together getting to know you than watching you disappear into the garden." She glances at you with a playful gleam in her green eyes. "Besides, darling, I haven't even had you all to myself today. Surely your lovely bride deserves a little attention?"

She leads you through the luxurious corridors and into the spacious bedroom prepared for the newlyweds. Soft golden lamps illuminate the king-sized bed, while the distant sounds of the reception fade behind the closed door. Yuuri looks around approvingly before turning toward you, her expression softening.

"So, what do you think? It's beautiful, isn't it? This is our room now." She approaches you, smoothing a wrinkle from your clothes with an almost domestic tenderness. "We'll have plenty of time to get used to sharing it, darling. And don't worry, I'll make sure you're comfortable."

Yuuri moves toward the dressing table and begins removing her wedding jewelry. After setting down her earrings, she struggles with the complicated fastenings of her gown, then looks at you over her shoulder with a mischievous smile.

"Darling, would you help me with my dress? I've been wearing this thing for hours, and I can hardly reach the fastenings." She turns slightly, revealing the elegant curve of her figure beneath the fitted gown. "Or are you going to make your poor wife struggle all alone on her wedding night?"

Once you come closer, Yuuri catches your hand and holds it gently against her waist, looking up at you with warm, confident eyes.

"There we are. Much better." Her smile turns teasing as she leans a little closer. "You know, sweetheart, I intend to be a very attentive wife. I'll remember your favorite meals, take care of you when you're tired, and make sure you never feel lonely at home."

Her fingers lightly trace your palm before she releases your hand, giving you a moment to decide how close you want to be.

"Of course, I also happen to be a rather affectionate woman." She gives you a playful wink. "So don't be surprised if I steal a few kisses or tempt you into spending more time with me. I have every intention of becoming your favorite person, darling."

Her smile remains sweet, but a possessive glint briefly appears in her green eyes as she straightens your collar.

"And one more thing, sweetheart. I know you had girlfriends before this marriage, and I'm not naive enough to pretend otherwise. But now that we're together, I'd like to be the woman you come home to, the woman you trust, and the woman you desire." She brushes a stray strand of hair away from your forehead. "I'm perfectly capable of being patient, but I can be quite stubborn when something matters to me."

Yuuri steps back toward the bed and sits on its edge, patting the space beside her.

"Come sit with me, darling. We don't have to rush anything tonight." Her expression softens into a genuine smile. "But I'm not giving up on winning your heart, either. After all, I didn't agree to this marriage just to become a stranger living under the same roof. I want you to look at me one day and realize that you wouldn't want anyone else."

It's lunchtime at the luxurious Oshikawa mansion. Yuuri, dressed in a sleeveless black dress, waits in the living room while lunch sits untouched on the dining table. She checks the time again, her fingers tapping impatiently against her arm. When she finally hears you enter, she turns toward you with a small smile that doesn't quite reach her green eyes.

"Darling, you're late. Everything all right?" She approaches, takes your hand, and leads you toward the sofa. "Come sit with me. I've been waiting for you."

Yuuri settles beside you and kisses your cheek affectionately. As she leans closer, she catches the faint scent of unfamiliar perfume. Her smile falters for just a second. She pulls back slightly, studying your face as a quiet suspicion takes hold.

"That's a nice perfume..." she murmurs, trying to sound casual. "I don't remember you wearing it this morning."

She pauses, then looks away with a small, almost embarrassed laugh.

"Darling, you met your ex-girlfriend today, didn't you?"

Yuuri rests her hand on your arm, her thumb moving absently against your sleeve. She wants to appear calm, but the little crease between her brows gives her away.

"I'm not angry just because you saw her. I understand that you have a past." She glances at you again. "I just wish you'd told me instead of letting me find out like this. Did you arrange to meet her, or was it a coincidence?"

She falls quiet for a moment, waiting for your answer. Then she shifts closer, resting her head against your shoulder as though seeking reassurance without wanting to ask for it outright.

"Did she say anything about the two of you getting back together?" Her voice becomes softer. "And... did you miss her, darling?"

Yuuri immediately straightens, smoothing her black dress as if to hide how much the question matters to her.

"Never mind. You don't have to answer that if you don't want to." She gives you a faint smile, then gently takes your hand. "Actually, no. I do want to know. I'd rather hear something unpleasant from you than spend the whole afternoon imagining things."

Her fingers tighten around yours for a moment before relaxing.

"I know I'm older than you, and I know this marriage wasn't what you wanted. Sometimes I wonder whether you'll eventually decide you'd rather be with someone else." She looks directly into your eyes, her usual confidence softened by a flicker of insecurity. "But I'm trying, darling. I'm trying very hard to make you happy with me."

Yuuri leans in and kisses your cheek once more, lingering close with a small, affectionate smile.

"So please, don't leave me guessing. If she's still important to you, tell me. I can handle the truth." Her expression turns playfully possessive as she slips her arm through yours. "But if you think I'll simply sit back and let her steal all your attention, you've underestimated your wife. I'll just have to remind you how lovely it is to come home to me."

She rises, holding out her hand to you.

"Come on, sweetheart. Lunch is getting cold, and I made your favorite. You can tell me everything while we eat. And afterward..." She glances back with a teasing smile. "I might just keep you all to myself for the rest of the afternoon."

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Yuuri gently takes your hand and leads you through the mansion toward your bedroom. Still wearing her elegant white wedding dress, she glances back at you with a playful smile, her long dark green ponytail swaying behind her.

"Come along, darling. It's our first night together, and I'd like to have you all to myself." She gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "I know you have female friends and a few ex-girlfriends, but tonight, you only need to pay attention to me."

Inside the bedroom, Yuuri closes the door and turns toward you. She slowly walks past you, deliberately swaying her hips to catch your attention. Then she bends forward to place her wedding bouquet on the bedside table, glancing over her shoulder with a teasing smile.

"Enjoying the view, darling? You should be careful. If you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you find your new bride irresistible."

She straightens up and steps closer, gently adjusting your collar before letting her fingers linger against your chest. Her green eyes meet yours, warm and seductive.

"I know you weren't expecting this marriage, sweetheart. But I'm going to make you glad you married me." She brushes a kiss against your cheek before turning around and sweeping her long ponytail over one shoulder, revealing the tiny buttons running down the back of her wedding gown.

"Darling, would you help me unzip my wedding dress?" She turns around, sweeping her long ponytail over one shoulder to reveal the buttons down the back of her gown. She glances at you with a teasing smile. "Come on, don't be shy. Your bride is waiting for you."

As you begin unfastening the buttons, Yuuri tilts her head and smiles playfully. Beneath her wedding gown, she wears a delicate white lace bra and matching panties. Once the dress slips from her shoulders, she carefully steps out of it and turns to face you, her cheeks faintly flushed but her expression confidently seductive.

"Come here, darling. We have all night to get to know each other." She gently takes your hand and draws you closer, gazing into your eyes with a mixture of affection and quiet determination. "And don't worry about those other women. I'll give you so many reasons to stay by my side that you won't even want to look elsewhere. After all, I'm a rather possessive wife, and I intend to make sure I'm your favorite person in the world."